When you just do what you have to do. ..

Alot of my friends ask me this question all the time, how do you do all that you do? And my answer is I just do what I got to do and get it done, I don't think about it because yes I would be overwhelmed if I did. I come from a family of hard workers, we just did what we had to do. My mother worked the night shift in a dinner called Gagers, she worked 11 pm to 7. She delt with the drunks who came in after bar break. She would then take me to school, wash clothes, take me grandmother to the doctor or what ever had to be done. On her days off she would work on our old delapaded home for 10 hours, she would cook and clean, grocery shop and she was never to busy to stop and help a friend out. I watched her and I learned, I went to college and worked 2 jobs, when I got married I worked part time and worked in my husband's business. I had 2 kids under the age of 2, I still worked his business, I cleaned and feed 100 lizards,10 sugar gliders, 12 ferrets, a cat and a dog. After cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping and cooking dinner every night at 6 pm, I would give the girls a bath, put them to bed and do hair until midnight. I would wake up at 6 am, drag the girls to the gym and start all over. I couldn't think about it, it was what he expected, its what I did. I was basically a single parent because everything was on me, he did nothing to help, he paid the bills , I did nothing, were his words to me for years. Where there days I went to bed crying from exhastation? Oh you bet but I got up the next morning, put a smile on my face and did what I had to do. I can't tell you how many Saturday mornings when my friends were sleeping in, I would be up at the crack of dawn, cleaning cages, cutting hedges, cleaning the pool and the house before getting ready to take my girls to the beach with friends. I would cry and ask God when this would be over but I kept trudging along. When my dad got sick and I had to pack up my house while overseeing all the work on our new home, working our business and still doing hair, I then moved and flew to New York to pack my parents home and fly back here to unpack two houses. There were days I thought, today will be the day I wind up in the hospital, yet my prayers were never answered so I kept going. I don't know the meaning of quitting, of giving up, of rolling up and pulling the covers over my head, I just keep going until its done period. Even when I was leaving my marriage, packing my house, looking for a new place to live, I was training for a triathlon. I moved and the following weekend with boxes still unpacked in the middle of painting and finding furniture, I broke my toe and then had to go do this triathlon. I was telling this story to a friend last night, it basically sums up my life. I started the race swimming, a huge jelly fish bit my ass, I ran with a broken toe and on the last leg of the race the skies opened up and poured on me, I laughed I yelled at the universe, "come on ! What else have you got for me!I am here, I am not quitting!so if you have anything bring it on because I will do this!" Wouldn't you know as I crossed the finish line the sun came out!and I placed 3 in my age group, who would have guessed! Yup story of my life, no matter how bad it gets, don't give up, keep your faith and eventually the sun will come out! So when you think you can't go on, that you have way to much on your plate , know that it will all be okay, as long as you don't give up. wow.treadmilltreats.wordpress.com www.beachbodycoach.com/treadmilltreats