I hurt myself working out in the middle of August. Tweaked my back. It would not have been so bad, except it happened on the morning of a day when I had to be in the car for 2 hours to sit in a conference for 6 hours, only to drive back for 2 hours to sit in another meeting for 3 hours.
Following that, I couldn’t work out. I spent days trying to stretch, a light jog here, some yoga there. But I couldn’t really work out.
I was miserable. Not just back pain miserable. Because of the pain, I couldn’t sleep. Then, because I couldn’t sleep I was grumpy in the morning. Then, because I was grumpy in the morning, I wouldn’t pack a lunch. Then, because I didn’t pack a lunch, I would head to a fast food restaurant and fill up on junk. Then, because I knew I had just poisoned myself, I would want to work out, but because I couldn’t I would get grumpier.
Over the last month, I’ve been able to get back into it. Life is better.
Here’s the thing. You can only compartmentalize your life for so long. You can only feel physically bad for so long before it wears on you mentally and spiritually.
If your trainer isn’t asking you what you eat, then he’s not doing his job. If your doctor is not asking you about stress at work, then she’s not doing her job. If your pastor is not asking you if you exercise, then you get the picture.
It’s not about being an expert in all fields. It’s about recognizing that all these pieces, the physical, the mental, the spiritual, they all work together to form the whole picture of you. How well are you taking care of each piece?