…to the end of the week, that is.
Sleep: Started out well and then got slightly worse over the course of the day
Not up too late with Capt. Awesome, slept through the night, but did hit the snooze some more. Plus, at lunch time I consumed too many sweets too fast, went through the blood sugar “crash and burn” cycle, and succumb to an unneeded quickie nap. Glucose levels are something else, aren’t they?
Breakfast 7am: Homemade granola bar with dried cranberries and mini-chocolate chips, water, and a slice of deli sliced ham–carnivore and protein fanatic–deadly combination for anything with four legs and hooves.
Snack 11am: Generous handful of roasted peanuts
Lunch 1ish: Mixed greens lettuce salad with sliced baby carrots, fresh grated parmesan cheese, sunflower seeds, crushed up Cheez-Its–I wanted croutons and settled for these, with ranch dressing, chicken noodle soup, 7-8 crushed up saltine crackers, 4–yes, count them and the calories, my friends–covert op chocolate chip cookies, the last oatmeal, chocolate chip, and walnut cookie, and water.
And I wondered why I suddenly got so sleepy after shoveling 5 cookies into my gullet??
Dinner 5ish: Turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread with regular mayo, fresh grated parmesan cheese–it expires soon, so I’m using it as much as possible–and romaine lettuce, and water
Snack 8ish: Completely unnecessary, but a mini-Snickers bar and a small homemade granola bar, and water
Physical activity: Did a lot of running around in preparing for a luncheon tomorrow, but then again did take a nap. Did 100 non-consecutive sit-ups, only 20 push-ups–I was feeling benevolent towards my arms tonight, and a little bit of yoga. I’m beginning to forget some of the moves–I need to research or get a DVD or something.
Spirituality: Learning to accept more grace.
Learning and wanting to be more forgiving of myself.
Am trying to graciously accept AND apply His loving correction and wise guidance.
Desperate to intentionally and purposefully allow Him to be the One who invades my thoughts and takes up the most space in my heart and mind.
And trying really hard to remember that it’s about consistent progression and that being imperfect isn’t just acceptable–it’s reality and it’s who I am and how everyone else is. It isn’t bad–it’s humanity and it’s beautiful.
Yeah, I know this is all ‘old hat’ and nothing profound or ground breaking by any stretch of the imagination, but this thick skull requires much learning and re-training.
