The “weather” is going to s*ck – I’ll need to “dress” accordingly

I’m not looking forward to this next week. Not in the least. I have a busy weekend, and then I fully expect the sh*t to hit the fan at work, next week, when we launch into all sorts of political squabbling and jockeying for position.

I get tired just thinking about it. But it’s pretty much a given that it’s going to be a rough week, so I’ll just have to prepare accordingly.

It’s just like dressing for the weather if I have to go to sea. If there’s a storm brewing on the horizon, I don’t throw myself down in a heap and wail and gnash my teeth. I get my raincoat and rain boots, I plan my route in the boat, and I go about my business, getting wet and cold and miserable in the process, but drying out later.

When you have to go to sea, you have to go to sea.

Same with this coming week. I know it’s going to be a rough ride, so — unequivocally — I need to:

• Get my proper rest — nap when I can.
• Eat well. No bingeing on carbs and sugar. Stick with the solid nutrition that keeps me going with good quality energy.
• Get decent exercise and movement. I’m going to be sitting for long hours, hunched over my computer, so I need to get up and move around. Maybe even move the computer to a location where I can stand while I look at it. Yeah, I’ll do that.

I’ve been in a lot of pain, lately. I messed up my back a few years ago while moving snow, and I keep re-injuring it. It will get better for a while, then I’ll do something that screws it up again.

I have a whole protocol for getting it back in shape, involving

• stretching different parts of my body,
• posture adjustment,
• Advil,
• avoiding sugar,
• drinking lots of water,
• movement,
• exercises,
• rolling on tennis balls, and
• regular movement.

If I skimp on any of these, I have only myself to blame for my pain. And it’s strange, how quickly and easily I forget that. I can get so caught up in the pain that I forget. Until I don’t.

This coming week isn’t going to make things any easier, that’s for sure. Stress and non-stop work keep me locked up. So, I have to really push myself to get past it. Do what I can for myself, when I can. Be my own best friend. Is anybody else going to do it for me? Nope. I’ve gotta do it myself. So, I do.

Another day in the life.

Okay, time to head out to sea…