♫ “Guess who’s back, back again, Clean Eats is back, tell a friend.” ♫
Hold up a sec. I think I forgot my pants.
Ok so remember the rut I talked about almost a month ago? Wait, what do you mean you don’t recall that particular post? Pish posh, I’m not sure why the details of my personal life don’t stick with you because they totally should. Am I merely a giant bowl of granola in your eyes? A walking bag of oats, nuts and banana chips? Gasp.
Clearly, I’m disappointed in this sudden revelation. We may even need to have a serious chat, although in the meantime, I’ll wait, patiently even, while you go back and read the post I’m talking about: What The Rut. It’s a short one; sort of.
*Whistles, while she waits.
All caught up now? Good, much better.
The same rut I was content luxuriating in, may be over now. Similar to how it began, there was no trigger for the change, just a simple and slow progression towards a new direction. It’s been a nice, natural, ebb and flow, a smooth transition if you will. I can’t really say I did any one thing or even worked my way out of this. I kind of let it be, and things just started percolating as a result. Specifically:
I started running, which is weird for me. My family will back me up here, not that I need backing up because you should take everything I say as gospel, minus the whole carrying a tune part, and believe me, it’s not for a lack of trying.
I started singing again. Or rapping, as seen in my introduction. ♫ “Two trailer park girls go ’round the outside, ’round the outside, ’round the outside.” ♫ I can also spit mad lyrics to Snoop’s Lodi Dodi. Some people would be embarrassed to admit this; not me.
Oh, and there’s been plenty of dancing too. A little bit of hip shaking, coupled with money-making, minus the actual exchange of cash because I’m not that kind of girl.
I’ve been laughing a lot. Mostly at stupid stuff, which is appropriate given my taste level.
On Sunday night, I was dubbed the Mighty Mac Daddy. I like this assessment.
I’ve also spent hours upon hours with my furry friends.
And, I spent a glorious handful of unforgettable minutes with the Hubby. Of course, I mean it like that.
I drank my first ever chocolate smoothie. Yes, it involved bananas.
I ate hands down, bar none, the best wrap ever from Nature’s Bin. It was chock full of sweet potatoes, barley, beans, cheddar, peppers, onions and I have no idea what else. All I really know is it was out of this world.
I started cooking again and more than just donuts.
I prepared and ingested multiple servings of my beloved veggies.
I made and devoured my first salad in months. Who cares if I forgot the tomatoes? It just gives me a reason to make another one.
I made it a point to spend less time at the office and even enjoyed a three-day weekend recently. It was sweet, sweet bliss.
I made my way back to the yoga studio, where the instructor not only played an acoustic version of Outkast’s Hey Ya, he sang it too. That’s my kind of teacher right there.
I listened to guided imagery on stress management, where I fell asleep often. Naps do a body good.
I removed expectations for myself.
It’s amazing how much smoother things happen, when you erase the pressure to make them happen. Plus at the end of the day, it’s hard to beat yourself up or feel guilty if you’ve made no assumptions about what your day should resemble. Now, when you do accomplish something, you’re ahead of the game, a rock star so to speak.
For me, surrendering to the rut and embracing the same is what actually allowed me to change my trajectory, yet again.
I was in a rut, and I was happy. I’m no longer in a rut, and guess what, I’m still happy.
Do you embrace being in a rut, or do you fight it? If the latter, does it work for you? Have you ever tried guided imagery?