This has been a mixed up jumbled week. I haven't completed an official workout in a week, I haven't tracked my calories in over 10 days, and I lost no weight this week.
The kicker? I really don't care all that much.
Ya see those things I haven't done? Those were choices I made. Deliberate choices.
Cleaning my house on Saturday? Far more important than working out. Helping my sister over the weekend? That's getting the job done. In light of the week's events "completed her food and exercise diary for XX/XX/20XX and was under her calorie goal" didn't even register on the radar.
Having lunch with the Princess and Little Man, followed by dinner & playing on the playground with them was far more rewarding than any training run could come close to being.
I'm going to apologize in advance for not being able to cheer you on commenting on your blogs this week. I understand that many of you are on this journey so you can have those moments with your children and grandchildren. I also understand (maybe more than anyone) how health and vanity get confused sometimes.
How'd I do on my goals? While I had a salad most days, I averaged about 2 fruits/veggies a day (at least 3 was goal). I moved every day, but Wednesday/Thursday were the only two days I actually "worked out".
I did very well on my water - I drank as much water as possible without Jay fussing on me for having to take potty breaks on our road trips.
I hit the reading goals out of the park. Practically every night I've read on my front porch swing. For those days we were traveling I love reading while riding in the car. Even exhausted at 11:30 at night, I got my Bible reading in.
So while I'm up 1.4 pounds from last week, I'm happy with my life. I'm blessed to have an incredible family. I'm blessed that we're all in (mostly) good health. My sister said a few days ago that it was surreal having her Grandparents extend their condolences for the passing of her husband's father.
My BIL was headed home for a spring break visit when he got a call from his SIL. The ambulance was at his parents house and they were trying to resessitate his father. His flight couldn't be pushed up any more, and he arrived 2 hours before his father passed.
I refuse to believe things like that are coincidence.
Also? Through a conversation started by Twitter, God's hand of protection with my husband was revealed to have started from an early age. His hemophillia diagnosis was late in coming, which meant he was never treated with human blood - including blood infected with HIV like many other hemophilliacs in that era. He was, however, diagnosed just days before he was about to have surgery. A surgery that would have quite possibly killed him since the doctors weren't aware of his bleeding disorder.
God's timing is always perfect, whether we realize it or not.
I guess knowing all of that, its hard for me to care that eating pizza and ice cream with my niece caused me the scale to rise.
She's missing her father and sad about her Papa. And I'm just enough for her, to provide her with comfort and a sense of security.
If I'm enough for her and the Little Man (& my husband & parents & grandparents & doctor), that's enough for me.