The Trade-Off

Yesterday was a wash. I chose freelance over going to the gym for the first time in a long, long time. I had no choice but to exercise the ‘exception to the rule’ card and lay some serious smack down on getting those last two projects out. My only other option was to go completely insane.

Not happening.

I am generally against ‘rationalizing’ a missed workout, but if I didn’t get those two projects done and out the door, I wouldn’t have been able to function. It troubles me deeply to get behind on projects and miss deadlines. The sheer weight of the stress and anxiety I experience when that happens (however rare), is enough to spark sleepless nights and catalyze a food rampage. For me, unnecessary stress = an unnecessary calorie surplus and I am not willing to let that happen. I am, however, willing to occasionally forgo a workout for the greater good of my mental (and physical) health if the benefits of doing so grossly outweigh the consequences.

And they did.

I am officially freelance-free for the next few days!

And I plan to enjoy them.

No freelance. No unpacking. No painting.

I’ve already made plans with Cassie that will span Friday evening to Sunday morning and include a Friday night workout, a Saturday morning Zumba class (…and most likely another 2 mile jog in 30-degree weather on top of it), a social gathering on Saturday evening, and two nights of giggling over the ‘snoring man downstairs’. We may even get in some lounging, but I seriously doubt it. When we’re together, we don’t stop moving.

Sunday will bring with it a heavy dose of reality when The Girl and I head over to the old apartment for a old fashion clean-fest before handing in our keys at the end of this month. We have carload of random crap to run to our new apartment and a trip to make to a local donation center where we are planning to unload ten bags of gently worn and non-fitting (!!) clothing.

Once that’s done, we will probably begin unpacking and settling into our new place more aggressively. Not going to lie, I’m looking forward to the day when I’m not shuffling around thirty boxes looking for toilet paper at 6:30a and/or eating something other than Tortino’s Pizza Rolls for dinner, but what’s another week?