Today’s blog is going to be personal. Let’s talk about stubbornness. I know all of you are stubborn in your own way.
Let me tell you about a stubborn choice I made, and how I’m still paying for it today. About a year ago, I decided to go surfing. I had never been surfing before, but really wanted to try it (even though I knew it wasn’t the greatest activity for someone with a history of lower back issues).
So I went out and surfed during a vacation. I got up on the board with no problem, but I kept jumping off of it into the shallow water. By my final day of the trip, I was getting really sore . . . but still decided to surf one more time. Since that day, my back has never felt the same.
Now I’ve tried practically everything to fix it. I’ve done acupuncture. I’ve gone to chiropractors. I’ve gone to massage therapists. I’ve been to yoga. I’ve done everything exercise and stretching related. I’ve done it all . . . except gone to get an MRI.
It’s funny, but during all this time I’ve tried to heal myself I’ve never before sat around and just rested for a few days like I did during the Memorial Day weekend. I don’t like to do that because I get too into my own head.
When I sit around, I feel weak. I’m miserable. It borders on depression for me.
I’ve been sitting around my house the last several days doing nothing all day long. Some of you regularly just sit around and watch television all day long. I have no idea how you live that life.
To me, sitting and watching television all day long is just an emotional torture. I’m a doer.
I’ve also been an athlete my entire life. I work out daily. If I don’t work out for a few days, I feel terrible and I have to do something active to feel better.
Let’s talk about emotional torture, though, because for me there is nothing worse than being forced to rest. I’m really stubborn. My girlfriend has told me plenty of times to get an MRI, but I just wouldn’t do it.
Finally, last week, I decided to make an appointment. I’m going today to get it.
I want to go even deeper into this. I can’t get out of my own head when it comes down to having to rest. It really stems from the way I was brought up as a child.
My Mom has a bad back. My Mom has fought through it her whole life. My Mom also got depressed at times.
My Father died of MS. He got into his head so badly that he actually caused himself to get it. He didn’t want it so badly that he ended up getting it. Strange story. I’ll share that story another day.
So I’ve done nothing but practice mental toughness since I was a little kid. My whole life I’ve had to practice mental toughness. You get hurt, and you go out and do it anyway.
When I was in college, I separated my shoulder. At the time, I played on a competitive intramural league and I was also weightlifting. Two days after separating my shoulder, I was playing football again with my friends. I always believed you fight through pain, because nothing is worse than the mental anguish.
So as I layed around all Memorial Day weekend stiff as can be (and annoyed as can be), I realized what my lesson from this should be: If I had listened to my girlfriend months ago, I would have gotten an MRI and figured out what the problem is and what’s really wrong with me. Had I done that, I would have gotten the right treatment instead of doing 80% the wrong things.
I have never before sat around for a week to rest and just let my body heal. I don’t know how to let my body heal. When my back locks up or contracts, I will fight my way through it so I can start walking again.
Time seems to move so slowly when you’re resting. It’s ridiculous. This weekend was torture.
My girlfriend is in the Cayman Islands right now enjoying herself. She’s got a little vacation and a little business trip. Good for her.
I wouldn’t want to be around me anymore when I’m like this — stubborn, cantankerous and so in my own head. I would love for her to be here to help take care of me. I would never ask, even if I wanted her to stay.
There’s something about me that is so stubborn, telling myself that I can take care of myself and can make this go away on my own, that even if I really needed her I would never say a word. When I’m really hurting, I tend to push people away.
Admitting that fact, about that or anything else, is a big part of changing. I see the same issue in a lot of you when I read your posts.
A lot of you are still going through the same problems with the opposite sex over and over again. When are you going to reach out for help? When are you going to stop being so stubborn?
This post was previously published on Davidwygant.com and is republished here with permission from the author.
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