...or matter over mind. I have really been struggling in the two weeks since I returned from my trip to Toronto. Hurting my leg on the plane, has really put a wrench in my plans. I've not been to the gym in almost seven weeks now. (first the concussion, now the knee) I've not been working out and to be honest I haven't been tracking my food like I should have been doing. I have the world's most loving and understanding husband. He's patient and kind and never, ever, ever says anything about my weight or anything out.
He called me out. He did. My husband came through to me, sat down beside me and said "What's it going to take to get you back in the gym. It's been a month" I have to admit, at first my back went up. He knew my leg hurt, he knew that I had had a concussion, he knew, he knew he knew. I thought to myself.
And then I realized, I was making excuses. Yes, my leg hurts, when has that ever stopped me before? I blew my knee out on km 57 of the 60km Weekend to End Breast Cancer, but Crying and limping and getting angry at the suggestion that they could get me a wheel chair, I walked that last 700metre, because I was going to finish what I started darn it!
Where did that spirit go? Did it get lost along the way? Was it hiding under a bush some where? No...it's been here, but I've been putting matter over mind, not mind over matter.
I work the night shift tonight 1-9 so this morning, I'm off to aquafit. I enjoy it, and it gives me the exercise that I need and it will get me going again. And the best part? My husband. He just stood in the bedroom and smiled as I put my swimming kit together this morning.
Mind over matter....makes a big difference.