Well, alrighty then. Friday. This week passed in a blur. A flurry of activity that left me feeling like I was mopping the deck of the Titanic. But for this brief moment of journaling I’ll pretend I’m relaxing on dry land. And I’ll put an end to the metaphors.
I found my handwritten journal from last year and surprise, surprise, I was having bad eating days then. So this has been going on for a year now off and on. Then again, maybe it’s just that constant ‘be mindful of it’ and my journals end up a combination of hopeful optimism after a quick confession of the imperfections. Maybe I’m just slumping along for a year now making a little progress with a little wake of back peddling. Dang, must be metaphor day.
My ‘lesson’ today (the box of self improvement suggestions I pick from when I feel I need an inspiration to get over another bump along my journey) reminded me to focus on the positive. So rather than my summary of yesterday reading ‘I have realized my eating totally sucks on days when I’ve not had a decent nights sleep’ I’ll rephrase it to share, ‘I’ve become aware that I maintain my mindful eating on days I waken rested,” Then again, maybe that chocolate cake I’d had at the auction would have tasted fabulous even to Rip Van Winkle.
And color me pleased that my insanity of a Baby Ruth bar followed by three ‘fun’ size almond joy’s left me with an aching stomach. How nice to have the Healthy Eating Angel punish me for punishing my body with an excess of foods devoid of nutrition.
I’m bored this afternoon. I want to go walk in the sun, have lunch at a sidewalk pub, have a conversation. Wait, there I go again. I’m enjoying the peaceful shaded surroundings of my shop as I listen to Duke Ellington on my Amazon Cloud. And I still have half a smoothie left to sip if I choose.
Life is good.
Bella
