SUNYAY! Digest: Our walking playlist, Q&A and more
As promised, our walking playlist for the week, our own soundtrack, and I answer a question we can all relate to.
Top of the mornin’ to ya!
(Too Lucky Charms? My apologies, let’s move forward)
Like a good massage, I have mixed feelings about Sundays. I love massages so much, if I ever get rich, I’m paying for a live-in masseuse, I don’t care what anybody says. But the trouble is, I find it impossible to not anticipate its end. Instead of relaxing and enjoying the treatment, my mind spins, clocking the minutes, dreading that soon, at some approaching hour on the clock I can’t see because my eyes are closed, all of that slightly-painful-but-in-a-good-way rubbing will end. And when they ask me to turn over on to my back signaling we’re half way through? Devastating.
Sundays can often feel the same way, especially when I worked a job I hated in my twenties, or later when I worked a job I loved, but studied for my Master’s degree at the same time. Sunday was a day to rest and enjoy as I pleased, but also signaled the end of the weekend. I usually stayed up late watching bad TV just to squeeze every last ounce of “me time” that wasn’t drowned out by my responsibilities.
Now, as a mother, Sundays are for spraying Shout on my kid’s skid marked undies, so it’s like all the other days and nothing is sacred. Win! / Win?
I kid, a little. Forty was my wake up call and I made it a priority to not spend my Sundays dreading the week ahead. It’s a precious opportunity to get my crap together and do my best. I’ve been protecting them like a guard dog.
Outside of spraying Shout on skid marks, my Sundays are often filled with worship, family and planning for the week. I plan what I’ll write for all of you, domestic responsibilities, then finally - how I’ll eat and exercise. This is the ultimate “me time.” Because if I don’t at least try to do my best with my body, soul and mind-- at some point when I’m heavy with exhaustion, I’ll find myself stuck in a low level depression that I’ll soothe with pound cake. “Is this all there is?” is usually my first step off a bad decision cliff.
Not today! I’m calling it SunYay now suckas!
You with me?
However you decide to get it together, I have the soundtracks for our journey together.
With with Me!
If you recall, last week I made some promises and I’m here to deliver.
For the launch of I’m Not Ready for This, I created an exclusive walking companion for those who pre-ordered and now I’m able to release it publicly. Consider it some real good and hilarious entertainment while we walk together. Or while you fold laundry. Honestly, it’s whatever.
Our Week’s Soundtrack
And every week, I also have a Spotify soundtrack for us while we walk, workout, strength train, or do the dishes. It’s our world, we can do what we want! I like to mix old school with new school. Just roll with it.
Question of the Week:
This is an Instagram DM in response to a picture of my strength training with a caption about getting my body right so I’m around for my girls.
Question:
I have similar hopes to get fit, but can’t get started. Most days I feel like an old lady who can’t get out of bed. How did you do it? (edited for privacy)
My Answer:
I’m only two months in and have 20 lbs to go, and maybe I’ll quit next month, who knows, but I hear you. I don’t know what you’re dealing with personally, but I know that if I’m overwhelmed/stressed with my career or with worry for my family or finances or whatever, I can barely do anything but sit in a chair.
But this does feel different than the other times I tried and quit. The major things were that I involved people so I couldn’t bail when it was really hard in the beginning. My niece trained me in the gym, so canceling on her would really put her out. I also paid for a meal plan so I wouldn’t have to put mental energy into it.
I forced myself to do it long enough to get through the hardest part, the beginning— now I’m actually addicted.
Anyway, I’ve been exactly where you are most of my life! When your why is compelling enough—you’ll do what you gotta do. <3
Have a question for me too? Ask away in the comments.
ICYMI:
Hilarious Virals
Last week I told my husband some REAL HARD truths about “sleeping together” – and many of you felt seen. We’re in this together. YOU MUST READ THE COMMENTS.
Last Week’s Essay
My pursuit of a fit bod was a shocking wake up call that’s changing my life for good (I hope!) Read here.
Have questions for Anna?
If you have questions about pursuing a dream, a fit bod or God, ask away in the comments and as always, I’ll do everything I can to help. If it’s a real good question you may be spotlighted in a future digest.
DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING
My Week’s Question For You:
Do you have a “why” that’s compelling enough to get your crap together (in whatever area that’s most needed for you)? Talk to me in the comments.
See you soon! Love y’all -
Anna
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Have we met? I’m Anna Lind Thomas, a humor writer out of Omaha, Nebraska. I’m listed as one of USA Today’s top ten funniest women writers, and author of the best selling book We’ll Laugh About This (Someday) and my latest - I’m Not Ready for This. Once you read them, text me (number’s in the back and I respond!). Don’t forget to say hi on Facebook and Instagram.