Choice, not chance determines your destiny
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Have you ever had one of THOSE days? You know the kind I'm talking about -- the kind where it seems like everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
I started my day by forgetting that I had a 7:30 patient. I'm a urology nurse associate and work with female patients that have many kinds of pelvic floor conditions. I usually start my appointments at 8:00 but will come in earlier for a patient that really needs to not miss work. I arrived a 7:40...
I had a full load of patients and in between wrestled with a pouty printer and couldn't reach anyone I tried to call so I had to leave messages and of course they all called during the few minutes that I carved out to eat the salad I had brought for lunch. Except for the super anxious patient who called me three times today including at 4:55 because she read the package insert that came with the medication sample that I gave her and by the time I had finally reassured her that a little cream for her bottom wasn't going to kill her, I was cursing the fact that I didn't remove the insert before handing it to her.
By the time I walked out the door, it was 5:15. My routine is to go to the Y right after work and exercise. With the drive, a 45 minute workout, and shower, it can be 6:30 before I get home and that's when I leave work right at 5.
I was sorely tempted to just head home and skip the Y. The excuses started popping into my head one after another --- It will be so late that my poor husband will be at home starving. The swim team starts practice at 6 and the woman's locker room will be packed. What will skipping one day hurt? I'll make it up by going this Sunday. I normally take Sunday's off.
WHOA! Wait a minute. Didn't I just remind myself and all of sparkworld in my last blog that excuses are like rear ends and everybody has got one and they ALL stink? That shamed me into heading right to the Y. I called my husband on the way who answered his phone sounding like a man who just woke up. "No problem", he murmured. "Take your time". To his credit, he usually starts dinner before I get home, so I told him to get back to his nap and we could go out for a bite after I got home.
As usual, once I got to the Y and started exercising, those wonderful, beautiful endorphins kicked in and I could feel myself relax and let go of the day. I did 30 minutes of walk/jog intervals, stretched out for another 15 minutes. After that I treated myself with 10 minutes in the sauna and a nice hot shower. Even the locker room full of giggly little swim team girls didn't bother me.
We did go out for supper and by that time I truly felt I had gained back some of the control that my hectic day threatened to compromise. I chose a Thai restaurant where I ordered the vegetable delight chock full of healthy lightly stir fried vegetables in a light sauce. Water to drink - no soda for me.
As always, my husband listened to me rattle on about vaginas, incontinence, muscle spasms, and my ornery printer, without even a flinch, while we ate. The waitress brought us those tasty little fortune cookies -- I passed mine to my husband because I can't eat the gluten but I entreated him to read me my fortune:
Choice, not chance determines your destiny.
What an fitting sentiment to match my day! In fact, it's a great reminder to all of us who usually strive but often struggle to obtain a healthy weight and lifestyle. Especially those of us who have a history of eating too much or making poor food choices when we are anxious, frustrated, sad, or bored.
Take a minute to remember that YOU make choices that control YOUR destiny. I don't know about you, but I want my destiny to be THIN, FIT, and HEALTHY!