This week can eat a bag of dicks.
I have a pretty consistent and low key life most of the time. I mean, it might get crazy because I have a lot to do and get done as far as kids stuff and being an hour from the gym but for the most part, I am in a pretty good routine and don't get too stressed out the large majority of the time.
Not this last week.
I am not going to get into the whys and all of that crap because no one wants to hear my boo hoo story other than those that might want to judge whether their week was worse than mine. I did not have a death in the family; I did not have a kid go to the hospital for any type of accident; I did not have my wife leave me (though the week isn't over yet); I wasn't diagnosed with cancer and my house is not on fire. Basically, what happened this week I will deal with but it was still a BITCH of a week - one that I haven't had in ... well... YEARS.
I did not train. Not because I couldn't necessarily handle the stress as much as there were so many other things that immediately took priority that had to be figured out and taken care of. Basically, training had to take a back seat to more important shit. Every now and then it happens and I have the ability to put things into perspective and in situations like this, you focus on what is important. I did just that.
I BARELY ate. Yesterday I had 2 pieces of cheese until 1am when I realized I hadn't eaten much. At that point I had 6 Krispy Kremes - no shit. I wanted a burger but being out here in the middle of mountain country at 1am doesn't afford me the luxuries of those that live in the heart of big cities (where I likely could have had a pretty good burger at 1am). Today I am yet to eat ... again.
Stress is still high but everything is at least under control and things are in order in that we are taking care of the issue at hand and realize now that as shocking as it was, it may well have a silver lining and I try to focus on the positive in situations like this. I am actually quite convinced that things will end up even better than before. I did not feel that way 4 days ago, admittedly.
Sometimes life kicks you in the fucking face and sidetracks you right then and there. You need to get your shit straight asap and get things in motion and move forward and I am doing just that. Yes, I lost about 4 or 5 days but I will be back at it Monday and focused again to move forward. You do what you gotta do. Well, I do, anyway.