Recently, while perusing Pinterest, I saw an eye concealer with a caption that read “No one will realize how tired you really are.” It caught my attention because I have some pretty serious circles under my eyes. I looked at the link and I think I might have even pinned it to my “For Me” board. Then I promptly went on with the rest of my day.
I’ve been really busy over the last few months. When I think about it, I’ve been busy for years and years. It’s just my nature to always be active. The trouble is that now, in my thirties, all the hustle and bustle is catching up with me. I never sit still and it’s getting worse. I’m pretty sure that my activity level is overcompensating for my exhaustion. I don’t want to admit that I need to slow down and chill out. I want to be the perfect mom. I want to prove that I can work full time and be a great mom and be in shape and be stylish and be…everything to everyone. I keep taking on more and more and more and more. To that end, at the beginning of the month, I committed to extra workouts, an annual mileage goal and a ton of strength training. I’ve been doing it, but in retrospect, I’m pretty sure that this is another example of overcommitting. This activity level isn’t sustainable given my busy lifestyle.
I was able to spend some time thinking over the weekend and I remembered that Pinterest eye stuff. The thing that struck me was the phrase “No one will realize how tired you really are.” I’ve come to the realization that I’m expending a lot of energy trying to make sure that no one realizes that I’m worn out. I’ve been hopeful that the extra exercise would give me more oomph, but I’m literally too tired for that oomph to stick with me. When I finish a workout, I feel good. The next day, I have to drag my tired ass out of bed to fight through my daily routine again. Tonight, for example, I am so worn out from the stress of work, my sick kid, the whirlwind multi-state trip I took this weekend, and cleaning up my house, that the last thing I have the energy for is working out. I’ll go do it, but I really just need to go to bed. Tomorrow, when my kid yells for me to get up at 5:30am, I’m going to be resentful… resentful of her and resentful of my decision to prioritize exercise over sleep.
I need to find a balance. I’ve been so positive about my lifestyle change. I need to get that positivity back and chill out. I need to stop stressing about exercise and find the joy in it again. Until I find that joy, I’m going to cut back a bit. I’m still keeping my mileage goal and will be doing my regular push-ups and planking. I’m going to put the rest of it on hold for a week or two and spend the extra time in bed. I’m hopeful that with a little extra rest, I’ll come out of my funk and get my workout mojo back.