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Ummm, Ma’am?

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Your appointment is tomorrow.

That’s what the receptionist told me after I relaxed into my seat in the doctor’s waiting room.

It was exactly 10 a.m., I already went to the gym, made the boys pancakes for breakfast, had a conference call with my publicist for the Little Bean book, fixed the edits I messed up yesterday in the #wycwyc book, and replied to some emails about the Fit Club I’m helping start at my son’s elementary school.

My plan for the rest of the day after this physical appointment (doc reminded me I was due when I saw her about my neck) was to head to physical therapy, grab something quick for lunch, hop on the phone with Carla to finish up this round of edits, take the 9-Year-Old to his cross country meet and then figure out something to have for dinner with boys since The Husband has a tennis match.

I looked at the receptionist and said,

“Thank God! I was already having the busiest day ever. You just gifted me an extra hour!”

She looked relieved. I think she thought I was going to get angry and demand they see me now.

Ignoring the fact I can’t keep a calendar — I mean, really, it’s a problem and I only see it getting worse as the kids get older — I am in my familiar, comfortable, busy place.

The Husband thinks I’m crazy but this is when I thrive. I like busy. Not busy for busy’s sake busy but truly busy with lots of projects, activities and things I’m trying to accomplish. There’s a tipping point, of course, where busy becomes overwhelmed but just before that moment there is a sweet spot of perfectly acceptable busyness and there are lots of positive byproducts.

When I’m busy:

I’m not preoccupied with my body or size.
The funny thing is I was worried about the physical because I knew I was going to hop on the scale for the first time in months and I didn’t want it to stir up feelings. When I’m busy it’s easy to see the scale doesn’t matter! I’m making healthy choices, working out, my body is going to simply be a product of this lifestyle I’m living and, well, that’s that!
There’s no time to care, worry or compare myself to others.
When I’m not busy I find myself reading other blogs wondering if I should do this or that because they are. I see more Facebook posts and start to compare myself to everyone else. When I’m busy I don’t have time to notice what everyone else is doing because I’m the one doing! 
I feel productive, creative and accomplished.
Maybe this is just my personality type but I’m happiest creating things. I’m not the best writer or designer or developer but I don’t let that hold me back. As I told The-9-Year-Old the other day, creativity begets creativity. The more you create the better you get at it and the more you do the more you want to do. 
I’m forced to prioritize and it helps me recognize what’s truly important to me.
Right now it looks like a bomb went off in my house. Why? Because it’s the lowest thing on my priority list. You know what’s more important to me? The book, the publicity campaign, spending time with The Husband, the conference, the blogs, the gym, having breakfast with the kids, making a new recipe, EVERYTHING. Literally everything (for me) has a higher priority than keeping a clean house. It’s always the first thing that goes when I get busy

So what did I do with that gifted hour? Well, I COULD have cleaned the kitchen but I decided to write this instead — definitely the better choice. Funny thing is, I have about 10 minutes left so I think I will tackle a little of that kitchen before I head out to physical therapy. #wycwyc right? ;)

right?



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There are 6 comments so far.

    Julie

    October 28, 2014

    Having worked 5 years in a Medical front office, telling someone that they had come in at the wrong time or on the wrong day was usually a frightening experience. People just don’t often take it too well. I’m sure the receptionist was relieved!

      RoniNoone

      October 29, 2014

      So I read her right? She looked terrified!

    Cate

    October 28, 2014

    Ask for a blind weigh at the doctor. That way they get the info they need and you don’t have to worry about the number. I do blind weighs, and the rare times I do see the number, it also doesn’t bother me like it did before. I think it’s because I no longer (most times!) give it power because it literally is out of sight.

      RoniNoone

      October 29, 2014

      I saw it. Posting about it tonight. :)

    Joy @ WhatIWeighToday.com

    October 29, 2014

    I also live in a house that looks like a bomb went off in it. I wanted to share a piece I read in the New York Times last year on the subject of house cleaning called The Case for Filth. Here’s the link, I thought you might like it: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/08/opinion/sunday/the-case-for-filth.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0

      RoniNoone

      October 29, 2014

      Love!