If not now, when? No really...when?

Mantra? Check.  

Motivation? Check. 

Enthusiasm? Check.  

Ready? Check baby, check baby, 1, 2, 3!

So what happens when you're pumped, then life throws you a curveball? Things you were excited to do, you cannot.  Things you were pumped to start, you cannot. Maybe the wisdom here might be to just adapt.  Recognise the setback for all it is - a setback - and wait it out, ready to begin again.  Oh so frustrating though!

This is all about ridiculously way too much lots of pudding, pills and tight jeans.  You see, after Christmas I was just getting back into running properly again. I really love running when I do it regularly...when it is hard and fun, not just hard and horrible.  Then I did myself a little lower back injury(*).  So no running for two weeks.  Normally not such a big deal, but my jeans were not doing up, remember? And not helping this situation at all - I was in the middle of weaning myself off antidepressants, therefore, shall we say, somewhat wonky.

So I lay about in my tight jeans with an icepack strapped to my back and felt a bit crappy for a couple of weeks.  But I survived.  Things could have been worse.  Now I am running again!  And feeling good, without meds.  And my jeans aren't as tight.  Good times!

Who's feeling good about something they previously weren't feeling good about?  I'd love to hear about it.

(*) Oh and guess how I hurt my back?  Nothing fun (wink)...just bending down picking up a dirty nappy off the floor.  So simple, so painful.

Madam says thanks

Waiting in line at the bakery in the local shopping centre, Bean decides to open her container of puffs and tip them all over the floor (those little puffed corn thingys that roll and blow about in the breeze and basically just spread right out).  A few people look and then look away. Bean proceeds to have a minor meltdown as I hop on the floor and begin picking up puffs.  It is not fun.  Everyone is ready for a nap at this point and I'm concentrating on breathing deeply to get through it and buy the bread we need for lunch.  At this precise moment, a cleaner wanders up with a dustpan and proceeds to finish up.  Thank you so much Mr Cleaner with your smiley helpful face!  He calls me Madam - totally not necessary but hey, I'll take it given the situation!  So I'm grateful for his kindness - it gives me a reason NOT to join in with the Bean and start howling.  I'm linking up with Kidspot for themed Gratefuls...yay Maxabella!

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