Saturday, April 25, 2015
Let's get one thing straight right off the bat. I don't believe there's any such thing as a small victory. Life is hard. Success is not guaranteed. Every victory is something worthy of our attention and celebration. Actually, neurobiology studies have shown that, when we're practicing to learn a new skill, the act of celebrating success actually reinforces the new skill, so that it is more likely to be repeated. Physical changes in the brain are more evident in celebrators than in non-celebrators.)
I've just had a few days of unavoidable sidetracks. I've started out with an eating plan, but stuff happens. I don't have backup freezer meals ready to go at a moment's notice (that's a great idea, but you tend to need a less busy time in order to make it happen. It's just not happening here for a few more weeks) There are enough random elements in our life that sometimes, they just stack up and chaos ensues.
So this week we had scheduling mishaps, work emergencies, cancelled plans, rearranged appointments, long waits, kids melting down, etc., and found ourselves tired, hungry, and late more often than I care to admit.
Now I can't say I ate particularly well, but I ate in my limits, with a decent balance, and threw in a few stretches, squats and wall push-ups to boot.
I ended my awesomeness by pulling off a pretty decent performance with the symphony tonight. I missed a few notes when we sped up the ending and I just couldn't squeak them out. But we wowed the audience.
And today, I wowed myself a little, too.