Thump, Thump, Thump…

Thump, Thump, Thump…

**thump, thump, thump, thump***

Most of us know that noise well…

**Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump***

For me, the noise causes my pulse to race, and I dash through the house as the noise quickly grows louder…


Yep… It is that stupid washing machine again!

I had a stretch today where I was feeling a bit better so I decided to take advantage of it and make a bit of a dent in the housework that never seems to be caught up with these days. Zeeva insisting on rolling around on my germ-infested pillows and blankets may have had something to do with this. ;o) So I ran some couch pillows and my pillow case and blankets through the washing machine while I tackled the mountain of dishes that had somehow piled up, even though we have eaten out for pretty much every other meal for two weeks now. Yeah… How is that possible?? Anyway, at one point, the washing machine started getting off-kilter and making its lovely banging noise, which freaked Zeeva out a bit. I rearranged the very wet items and restarted the washing machine, only to have it get out of whack again. This actually happened several times in a row, which cause me to get very irritated. I started wondering if I was going to have to take some things out of the load, which made me wonder where in the world I was going to store the dripping items while waiting for the washer to be free again. So I tried one last time, this time completely taking everything out and then carefully relayering back into the machine, in the hope that it would be balanced this time. It was! Awesomeness! Zeeva even clapped for me when I closed the doors to the laundry area. :o) It does not take much to impress that girl.

So, back to the dishes I went. But I kept listening carefully to the washing machine and thinking about what a pain it had been. And then I realized something rather profound. Today, the washing machine has been a lot like my fitness journey. I made it through the “wash” cycle perfectly fine… I lost 60+ pounds with no major setbacks in the first year and a half. I know, some people have lost that in a matter of months. But I think my way was better, it was a steady rate, and I did not have to do anything insane to lose it. But then I started getting a bit off-kilter with everything. And I started gaining a bit of weight back. Which threw me more off-kilter. I have tried several times now to “reset” myself, to mix things up and get back on balance. And, for the past two months, I have been dealing with an injury, family illness, a hubby with some intense work hours, raising a three-year-old, life craziness, my own illness, and now may be facing needing physical therapy for my shoulder. (Please, Lord, let that not be the case! Please!)

I am ready to be balanced again. I am ready to take everything out of my washing machine, rearrange it to make sure it fits and is going to last the long-haul, and restart. As soon as I am done being sick, I am going to figure out what that is going to look like. I am currently working with a great friend and awesome wellness coach, and I have a feeling that her coaching is really going to help me out with this. She keeps reminding me that I am not currently in the same place that I was at a year ago… I cannot set the same goals for myself and expect them to work. I need to realign my thinking and my goals to where I am now. Even if I used to be able to easily do something, that may not be the case. Will I get back to where I was? Absolutely. And I have full confidence that I will get to my final goal. But if I do not slow down and take the time to make sure I am doing it the balanced way, then I am just setting myself up to get off-kilter again.

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