For twenty days I have dug clothes out of a suitcase in order to get myself or the kids dressed. I’ve ironed t-shirts and kept my toothbrush in a Ziploc bag. I’ve been in the car for a total of 22 hours with a seven year old and a seven month old. I’ve been to a graduation party, a potluck, two cookouts and a funeral. I’ve seen friends and family that I haven’t seen in over twenty years. I have been at the mercy of other people’s refrigerators and cupboards and have been completely thrown off of every routine that I had. As a result, I have put on about 6 pounds. Not the direction I want to be headed in.
But I am home now. I’m ready to get back into the swing of things. I’ve got my grocery shopping done, my vegetables cut up, and my pre-measured 16 ounce drinking glass washed and ready to go. I plan on getting out and walking despite the muggy 90 plus degree weather and the poster sized paper that I am tracking my calories on is hanging on the wall with a fresh page marked “Day One“ at the top.
Should I have had a plan in place for going out of town? Yes. I am aware that showed poor foresight on my part. Could I have insisted on continuing my healthy eating habits while others were providing my food and cooking for me? Yes. I realize that I could have been more assertive. Should I have maintained a regular exercise schedule? Yes. I could have been more active - no matter my surroundings.
Today is a new day. I’m ready to go at it again. If you are so inclined, please pray for me to succeed. I will be keeping you posted. I've missed you. :)