Ah Monday… There’s nothing quite like getting to the train station only to hear that a freight train has derailed at the next stop and ‘expect significant delays.’ It was also just a wee bit windy and more than a little bit cold.
At that point you’re pretty much ready to run up the white flag and call to tell the boss you have anal glaucoma; you just don’t see your arse going in today.
Instead I got on the train, dug out my book, sent up a silent prayer of gratitude that I remembered to pee before leaving the house (because train loos are, for all intents and purposes, bio-hazard zones) and settled in for the long commute to work. Mind you, it was ever so thoughtful of the conductors on the train to suggest using an alternate form of transport.
Cheers mate. The time for that suggestion would have been AT the station but no worries, we’ll wing it, aye?
A few minutes later we were at the next station, slightly slower than normal and next thing you know, the train is going like the clappers and the significant delay turned out to be less than 5 minutes. Didn’t see that coming…
What started out as a train wreck of a Monday turned out to be the smoothest day I’ve had in weeks. To-do list sorted, tax refund credited to my account a week after filing my taxes (WOOT) and everything that went tits up in spectacular fashion on Friday somehow magically resolved itself today.
It was also time to stop putting off treating my body better ‘for just one more day’. Tomorrow finally arrived. Out with the excessive sugar, switched to tea instead of the usual cafe con leche with half a pound of sugar in and made time to pack a lunch. Pleasure is necessary in life and the mission isn’t deprivation here. It’s balance and that is something that has been sorely lacking for too long. Pleasure, yes; overindulgence, no.
Food is not an emergency. Make time for a soak in the tub. Stretch out the achy bits. Sit down at the table and eat a cooked meal. Hydrate. It might take my body a few days to get the memo but one meal, one workout and one day at a time.
It looks like the light at the end of my tunnel really was a train…. albeit a derailed one.
