I’ve never been good at juggling. Once, during a nightmare experience at  Girl Scout camp, I tried to juggle three balls at once. Balls everywhere. Me, ducking. Laughter. It wasn’t pretty.

I still can’t juggle. And now that real life has replaced Girl Scout camp, I find that I have more balls in the air than I can manage. Husband. Toddler son. Extended family. Job. House. All those balls in the air. And, at times, they all come tumbling down around me.

It’s at those times that I find myself swinging through a drive-through instead of cooking at home, or skipping that walk around the block so I can clean my house.

I can tell when my priorities are out of whack. I’m cranky. Tired. I feel like I have sludge in my system—I’m not running efficiently.

It takes a few days to get back on track. I tell my husband that he’s in charge and I go for my walk. I insist on fixing a super-healthy meal and then I go to bed with orders that I’m not to be disturbed unless there’s a fire –or George Clooney calls.

What do you do to stay on track? Do you find it hard to keep your health a top priority?