I like routine.
I like predictability.
I’m not so good with spontaneity.
Flexibility is NOT my middle name.
Yes, I admit it – I’m a control freak. And I like to control my own life, thank you very much.
And my own routine.
And maybe the aspect of my life where I am most dependent on my routine is with my healthy living efforts. You know that expression – “It’s a lifestyle?” Well… lifestyle… routine… habits… see my point?
My “healthy lifestyle” is, much like me, not surprisingly, not very flexible. I can adapt. I can change. Somewhat. Sometimes. To some extent. But for the most part, staying on track requires routine. Or, at least, I THINK it does. And, as with much thinking, that probably makes it a self-fulfilling prophecy. Routine – check. Disruption to routine – eek!
If a wrench is thrown in the works, I do my best to adapt, accommodate, modify, work around, revise, tweak, adjust, readjust, roll with the punches, rather than being completely knocked down and dragged out. Life is unpredictable; routines are broken;
sh*t stuff happens; change is inevitable. But I don’t have to like it! You can’t make me like it!
What I like is routine. Mine. Like a consistent time when I can exercise. (Which of course assumes I can exercise at all, but right now, still no cardio, dag blast it!) And meals at home. And not being away from my own refrigerator and pantry when I really, really, really want an “on plan” snack. Unexpected days spent elsewhere can throw my best intentions for a loop. Parties and holidays and dinners out might bounce me off the wagon into a huge binge of crappy food. Vacations often become vacations from healthy eating and challenges for finding ways and time to exercise.
Give me routine! Give me a fighting chance to hang onto the habits that I’ve worked so hard to build.
I know I could handle this better. Should handle this better. This reaction to disruption in my life. Add it to my long list of things I “know” but now need to “do.” I get it – life is unpredictable. And uncontrollable. Much as I’d like it to be otherwise. And I find it ironic that I often complain about how boring my life is when that very boredom is exactly what allows my typical routine to remain typical!
How do you feel about routine? Spontaneity? What interruption to your life would you welcome today?
Note: I haven’t had an opportunity yet to write about my little excitement, but I promise I will. (This post was drafted last week, in response to a whole slew of disruptions!) And, if you’d like to read a great post with an optimistic approach to “routine,” or the lack thereof, read what Cammy wrote.