I had big plans for this first week of January. My “holiday break” of eating carbs and sugar food was going to end. I was going to block off time each morning for working out. AND a couple of evening work outs with the kids.
Instead I was sick. All week. It morphed from some strain of the flu maybe to a mean cold/sinus thing. There was a day of 13-year old birthday menu planning (carb heaven!). Then yesterday was so hard saying good-bye to my Molly. I didn’t care if I ate or not. I’m sure I ate something. But I don’t know what. I’ve slept like crap for several nights now. This isn’t good.
As goals are not tied to January 1st, or any other day for that matter, I am curving back towards the lane of healthy. I’ve been down this road of bad decisions before. And my body has revolted.
Going forward from today, tomorrow I will do better. Monday, even better. And Tuesday, better still.
Tonight I am thankful for the chance to do better tomorrow. Life will always happen, good and bad. We always have the chance to choose what we do next.