Wednesday Words of Wisdom #129
Those deep brown eyes stare right into your soul and make you feel a kind of guilty that you thought only the Catholic Church had access to.
She sits there and stares into your very being and makes you feel like the worst person that ever lived.
You can’t help it, things change, situations change and with that, your priorities change.
Oreo doesn’t give a shit though.
You haven’t walked her today and you’re STILL playing with that goddamn baby.
To her, that sucks.
Bringing a new baby into a household that is occupied by a very spoiled dog is a tricky affair.
Priorities need to be jiggled, rebalanced and hopefully everyone kept happy with the new arrangement.
There’s a bedding in period that inevitably puts noses out of joint and means that some things slip down the pecking order.
Oreo has fallen victim to this shift in priorities since baby Rose landed on the scene. I feel bad for it but at the same time, it was inevitable,
Oreo was the baby until we had an actual baby. Now Rose is the baby and Oreo has to play second fiddle, albeit still a pretty spoiled second fiddle!
Why should you care about my dog being jealous of my baby?
Your priorities matter, at least they should.
Have you ever been so focussed on a goal or objective only to have life steer you in a direction that takes you away from that objective?
Say you’re doing really well with your eating plan and training religiously, then all of a sudden your kid gets sick and its pretty much a week of projectile vomit and explosive diarrhoea for the entire household. Training and eating healthy goes by the wayside and when the dust (or poop) finally settles you feel like you’ve lost your mojo and take another week before you start to even think about getting back into the swing of things.
Your kids take precedence over everything. That’s how it should be, I’m not debating that.
But what if you had a back up?
Take my situation with poor Oreo earlier.
Instead of getting out for a walk every day with her, now I take her out to the back yard and spend time kicking ball or playing fetch if we can’t get walking.
We compromise.
Take your scenario, whatever it is.
You can’t get to the gym because you’re swamped at home. Get a quick home workout done and chalk it up as a win. 15-20 minutes of full body sweatiness is better than complaining about doing nowt.
You don’t feel well so you think you should skip training. Nail your nutrition so that it not only keeps you on track, but it also helps you feel better sooner.
You don’t have the right groceries in the house for your ‘Lean in 15’ super recipe. Make the best meal possible with the ingredients you have at hand.
Priorities may change at times but more often than not, there are compromises to be found.
You may not end up on the cove of Vogue magazine but I can guarantee you will still make progress.
Keep the goal the goal.
Any step you make toward it is progress and progress IS progress no matter how small you deem it to be.
OK, I can’t take this anymore. Where is that damn lead??
Oreo, let’s go girl………