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I'm Helen. I'm a 23 y/o fitness enthusiast, NASM Certified Personal Trainer, Philly native, aunt, uncle, brother, sister, cousin....

 

A Wrench in the Routine

A Wrench in the Routine

As much as I like to believe in my head that I am super cool and spontaneous the reality is that I do very well with structure and routine. I like to write down what I have coming up on a paper calendar, as well as in the calendar in my phone, make lists, make sure I schedule time to go to the gym every day, etc. If I skip the gym a few times it turns into more and more times. The more I go, the more I go, the more I go. Not only does this help me form healthy habits (or bad habits, if I allow it) it also helps me feel more centered and put together. Having at least a loose plan in place cuts down on the room for anxiety. It’s also a big part of what gets me to the gym every day. It’s just what I do, part of my routine, no questions asked. Today, I know that we have a day-long meeting. I don’t know what time we will be breaking for lunch, so I got to work early and bought a KIND bar on my way in to make sure I have a snack and don’t leave myself starving at any point during the day. Planning! Schedule! Routine!

So what happens when God takes a big ol’ dump on all your plans? Yesterday, I got to work feeling rather upbeat for a Monday morning. I had my coffee, protein oatmeal packed, and was planning on getting in a nice heavy lift session after work. Right around 12pm, as I was eating my lunch, I realized I was starting to get a headache above my right eye. I went and bought extra strength Excedrin and took 2 with high hopes I would be better within a half hour. Instead, I ended up sinking lower and lower into my desk chair with my right eye shut. Cue full on migraine. It forced me to leave work early and go straight home, and send a text to my mom that was something along the lines of “please pick me up please don’t be late I’m gonna barf I think I’m dying.” She sent my dad in her place. What’s gonna happen when I become a real life adult out on my own and my dad can’t drop what he’s doing to come pick me up when I’m sick? What will become of me?!

I listened to Binaural Tones on YouTube, which are sound frequencies supposed to retrain your brain waves and relieve tension headaches. It was actually very soothing at first and helped drown out the chaos of the train station around me, but not enough to get rid of the migraine. I thought I was gonna vomit on the train but I made it home first (prayer hands). Finally when I took a two hour nap I woke up feeling like a human again. And then it started raining and I was like “oh that explains it – stupid barometric pressure”.

I had every intention of starting my Monday off on the right foot by getting into the gym, and it just didn’t happen that way. I was frustrated. My routine didn’t play out as I planned it to by something completely out of my control. But that’s okay. Today is a new day, and today I don’t have a migraine. Today I will go to the gym and get my workout in and move on and get back into my routine. There’s nothing wrong with occasionally off-roading a little bit, as long as you find your way back to the course you really want to be on. 

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