I have OCD. I'm obsessive about organization, but also about routines. I like routine. I crave routine and a smooth transition of doing what I want, when I schedule it. There are lists to made and to do's to check off.

But life gives me obstacles, which create giant sinkholes into my rountine, which sends my OCD into a tailspin which equals me self loathing and self medicating with a box of girl scout thin mints.

I had the worst nights sleep in a long time, and my day hasnt gotten better. I set a gym time twice, and had to delay because life's events trotted in the way. Feeling my OCD pressuring me, and pessimism mocking me, I decided to challenge myself.

I had a plan to go workout at 3:30. I was able to go, but didn't. Instead, I asked my husband to take a brisk (very brisk its chilly and windy here in Michigan) outside in the nature trails. I explained my reasoning: if I didn't challenge myself to adapt my workouts, I'm setting myself up for failure.

We got the dogs, my camera (because as an editor I'm always looking for art and photos for the magazine), and went. We walked for 35 minutes on the snow covered path (dodging icy puddles in some parts). But I got some lovely photos of the winterscape, but more importantly, I ADAPTED. I challenged myself to break my OCD, to set a goal, and achieve it! I feel amazing (being in outdoors and around water just renews me) and empowered!

Today I can honestly say...I. Rock!