The demands of my life had been slowly chipping away at my commitment to my new treatment plan over the last 2 weeks. It had gone unnoticed until I crashed and burned this week when the reality of my commitment really sunk in, and the novelty of it wore off. I got so exhausted and weighed down by everything. I got so serious all of a sudden. Like most things after 2 weeks it starts to become a habit, but just as it does, the habit can get boring and if you let the reasons why, get in the way of yourself, you get stuck.
The anticipation of spending 2 weeks away on my treatment, the high of getting those great results, coming back and catching up with friends again, being so committed to a treatment that I knew was working and I needed to keep up - it all got too much. I scheduled too much, instead of scheduling my time properly and lost time for myself in the process.
Then I realised that I created this in the first place. And I wanted this and I chose to take my health on in a way I never had before. I didnt have to. I could go on and live my life with no impact to my social life and free time, without having to give up some of the things i loved to do like dancing and yoga - all for a short term comfort, yet to the detriment of my long term health. But that's not me either.
Then I got a message from a girl with scoliosis from the other side of the world, and she'd read my blog. And it helped her. Then my friend Kirsty in Australia emailed to tell me she had signed up for the marathon. And I was reminded of the support I have all around me. And I contacted a friend that is going through and same treatment as me. And I felt connected again to why I was doing this in the first place. And my week of dog days are over.
