Last Sunday morning as I was getting ready for church I dropped something, bent over to pick it up...and threw my back out. Something that's happened many times, over a period of years. But it had been months, and I've been consistent in my physical therapy and strength training. I've been telling myself that even if I haven't reached my body composition goals this year, at least my back and shoulder are back in the game. I know it sounds like a ridiculous over-reaction, but I was devastated. I cried like a baby. (There may have been some out-of-control hormones adding fuel to the fire.) I pulled it together just enough to get myself and the kids to church. Rob was speaking in sacrament meeting, and I didn't want to miss it. We sat in the back (uncharacteristically) so I could make a quick escape after. But Rob's parents came to hear him, and so of course I wanted to talk to them after, but it wasn't long before I broke down again...so embarrassing. I went home and really let go, and got it out of my system. I'm done with the downward-spiral.
"Change has a considerable psychological impact on the human mind.To the fearful it is threatening because it means that things may get worse.
To the hopeful it is encouraging because things may get better.
To the confident it is inspiring because the challenge exists to make things better."
—King Whitney Jr.
Onward and upward.
