Yesterday was sort of different. I woke up and realised I need to start moving. I started self-isolating on 3.3 which means that I am already spending a lot of time at home, more than 3 weeks to be precise. For someone who is highly active that is just unbelievable. Never, not even when I got Mono in high school did I spend that long at home… My parents probably forced me, but my 15 year old brain just couldn’t take it as seriously as my 30 year old brain did.
I understood that if I continue eating and not moving much this will be a very difficult summer of me pulling the jeans over my hips in discomfort, and not able to close all of those Zimmermann dresses. Will I allow that? Absolutely not.
I turned the new page, started the day with hot water and lemon, followed it with my favourite multivitamins. I had "Cold Little Heart" playing so loud in the kitchen, for the 7th time this morning. I mean it feels so soothing. I prepared a big smoothie for myself, avocado, ginger, apple, spoon of coconut oil and even a shot of detox powder I am using.
The sun felt great, I was in my garden looking at the seagulls thinking how great it is that they can move freely. I did 30 min work out following the advice of my friend Caro. She did really cool work outs that are easy to do.
My biggest problem is productivity
As someone who is always so driven, self motivated, juggles many deadlines, private life, self care and mental health I am all of sudden waking up late, procrastinating and not feeling good about that. Today was the day I changed that. I wrote a to do list, spring clean my wardrobe, exercise, try and organise my posting schedule, clear lap top from unnecessary files and pictures, the list kept piling.
You know all of those things that are not urgent, but I also never have time for them, because I am always “oh so busy”. Well whats the excuse now?
I ran to the other room. Ok no, I limped because my foot hasn’t healed yet, which is making work outs somewhat more challenging, and is also giving me another excuse to not be productive. This summer, once the quarantine is over I want to look amazing. I want to feel amazing, I want to be fit and on my best most organised mental game.
My life somehow got on hold I was supposed to move home 5 days ago, but I didn’t. Instead I sat down put everything on a piece of paper, all I want to do, all that needs to be done by the end of this quarantine, and now I am working on that.
Clearing my shoes, cleaning them, packing away and listing the ones I don’t want any more for the charity sale. That was also on the list.
With a strict task list, I managed to feel productive again. I did as much as I could, two work outs, meditated and even watched an episode or two of Unbelievable at night. Yesterday for the first time after a while I went to bed feeling good, because I felt like my purpose was re-established.