Hello, my name is Emmie and I'm an overcommitmer.
What's that? Someone who commits to many things without thinking about the effect on the priorities in life. I've struggled with this problem off and on my entire life. In high school, I was in the drama club, school plays, tennis team, swim team and anchor club (volunteering), among others. I'm a joiner. I like to help. I like to be involved.
Unless I feel like Fat Emmie.
Fat Emmie likes to be a hermit. Stay inside and watch a million shows on DVR while snacking and taking the occasional nap. When I'm Fat Emmie, fitness is not a priority.
Through the years as I've gone from Fat to Fit and back again, I cycle between being a complete slug and being totally over-committed. Balance is not my forte.
This week, I'm over-committed. I had a Junior League meeting tonight, and tomorrow I'm volunteering at the Lexington Trivia Bowl to benefit Parkinson's Disease research (which my mom had). Wednesday I'm sitting on a panel for the MBA program I graduated from. All of this on top of a still-catching-up-from-vacation work schedule, a house that is a mess, articles I need to write, and of course, this lovely blog! Throw on my 5 day a week fitness routine and I'm averaging 5 hours of sleep per night on a body that screams for at least 8. Last night I got 4. This morning, I got up and got on the scale and it said I was UP 1.8 pounds. I rubbed my eyes again and looked down at my swollen legs and feet and cursed them. I then cursed myself for not drinking much water yesterday and instead replacing it with TONS of coffee. I couldn't even get my contact lenses in this morning. I felt haggard, and still do.
Since this weeks commitments are already in pen, I am going to do my best to try to prioritize. Really all these things are important:
- Working Out
- Trivia Bowl volunteering, speaking, etc- commitments I've made
So this week, I've decided the following aren't as important:
- The blog
- Surfing the web
- Cleaning my house
If my posts are a little more sparse this week, please forgive me. I'm on the verge of insanity. I've missed the VMA's, the season finale of True Blood, and now I have to force myself to not pound away every night my random ramblings.
If I feel myself losing steam, I will simply blast “Whip my Hair” to help restore sanity.
See? I'm so tired I just admitted to loving this song.
I want to know though: How do you maintain a balance? How do you say “no”- or do you even have to say “no?” What are your priorities?