After nearly four straight years of too much stress, too little sleep, practically zero exercise, and way too much travel, my body had finally had enough. Over the course of one painfully long year, I battled the flu, two rounds of strep throat, bronchitis, walking pneumonia, an ear infection, and multiple urinary tract infections.
My body was telling me, in no uncertain terms, that it was all too much for me, and I was mentally and spiritually exhausted as well. My relationships with everyone, including God, were suffering. And yet, I couldn’t stop. I wanted to be everything to everyone—Super Mom, Super Wife, Super Blogger, Super Friend, Super Christian—despite the signs that were obvious to everyone but me.
Something had to give.
I wish I could point to a dramatic turning point that changed everything overnight, but balance and wellness don’t really work that way. I finally just got sick and tired of being sick and tired all the time. And while it took me a really long time to even acknowledge the problem at all, it has also taken a very long time to begin to correct it, to cut out the unhealthy habits in my life in favor of incorporating healthy ones. It’s a process I am still figuring out, and one I will probably have to work at for the rest of my life.
Before I continue, let me just state for the record that I am by no means an expert on health and wellness or stress management. I have no background in nutrition. I am not a sleep expert. I am not a doctor. Nor have I mastered the art of balance.1