I fell off the wagon. This time, it was the workout wagon...and the cascading effect of falling off that particular wagon took me off a couple of other wagons. I went from a devoted practice of vinyasa yoga 4x/week + walking 15+ miles a week + meditation + even some skiing to doing almost nothing for several weeks.
Was I injured? No.
I was overwhelmed by my work/life and one missed day folded into another and after a while I thought about it and rationalized it, and I gave myself a holiday from the discipline of the routine. I’m in such good shape, I told myself, I can ‘afford’ this break. Flawed thinking. The time I bought for myself wasn’t productive. I grew anxious, weepy and irritable. I wasn’t balanced.
Saturday I put my Fitbit back on and as of right now I am at almost 10 miles for the week. Tomorrow I am going back to yoga.
I don't feel awesome, I feel sore and weak...but you have to start somewhere, so I started. The difference for me this time is that I fell down this hole without guilt. I saw it happen, and I knew it was a bad idea, but I let it go for a little while because I was being a bit of a brat. When my anxiety and irritability picked up I noticed and I mentally started preparing to go back to my routine.
I feel resistant to returning to my full routine and that in itself is interesting because most of the time when I am in that routine I love the discipline of it! And it has such rich rewards. Inertia is powerful.
So keep moving.