Saturday, September 01, 2012
It's been an interesting week...ups and downs, schedule changes...challenges. You know, life.
One interesting thing I faced was a decision about a work related dinner. Part of my job involves social/professional events - dinners, lunches, receptions etc. It just goes with the territory when you're one of the people that faces "out" in the organization. I'm expected to maintain good relationships with other entities - it's politics and as much as I'd like to say it doesn't matter in emergency management, it does. But that's another blog altogether.
We had visitors from our sister city Taipei this week and I was asked to brief them on how we prepare, manage, and recover from crises. No biggie- I do this several times a month for visiting delegations - it's a fun part of what I do. The group invited me to a dinner that evening when they set up the appointment. It was accepted as a matter of course.
Then, something happened as I got closer to the date. I started seriously stressing out about it. I was going to be a formal Chinese banquet.....which take like 2-3 hours and I would have zero control over the menu. Oil, noodles, rice...fried bits of goodness...I was freaking out. I KNOW me. I knew I'd be in control right up until the first course arrived (that would be one of probably 10). Then I'd lose it. I'd be hungry, it would smell good, it's expected that you eat....it would end in disaster.
But it's the job right? It's expected.
I made myself a promise this year that I'd put myself first....I'd look after my health, focus on losing weight and exercise, write more and continue my education. In spite of work demands, family demands...life. So far I've done pretty well. My family is supportive - even putting up with my bicycle and exercise apparatus taking up the garage. I'm taking care of business with the doc and I feel great. Greater than I have in a long, long time.
I'm even getting back into clothes I haven't worn in years (good thing men's fashions don't change all that much). I eat pizza once in a while and don't hate myself -of course I eat the thin veggie type and own it in the tracker, but I just keep plugging. The key is I'm in control.
So...I was selfish. I opted out from dinner. And I was OK with it - the world didn't stop. No international incident.
I'm feeling pretty good about the decision. I kept my priorities straight. I put my needs first and avoided what I knew would end in dietary catastrophe.