I’ve never considered myself a compulsive person. So to speak.

It’s something that doesn’t cross my mind, as a lot of things, until someone points it out.

Saturday night, after we returned from seeing My Littles, I felt tired yet restless. I’m so used to physically moving everyday via walking that I knew my body and mind just needed a good walk.

Maman thought this was completely compulsive, since we had spent hours chasing after a 4 and 7 year old. My response was something like, but I do it every day. No excuses. I need to go walk!

With FOH’s ever impending, ever closer arrival, this brings to light a question and possibility I must consider … there may be days where I just don’t have it in me to workout.

The mere thought of this fills me with high level code red panic, but it’s simply a possibility that at some point, might very well be a reality.

Yes it feels good to move and get out and do something for me. It’s critical for my inherent well being, but, perhaps taking it to every day extremes is not such a hot idea and I need to embrace some sort of in-between.

I find I set these imaginary standards that I must live up to that aren’t always realistic given any number of situations, like how I feel. Which, typically I ignore and plow on ahead anyway.

So compulsive? Okay, sure, maybe a little. But aren’t we all about something, when it comes down to it?