I will accept nothing less than my best effort for house work.
Right or wrong, a dirty house stresses me out. However when I get in that cleaning superstar mood? I'm able to clean the house thoroughly in almost no time. 10 minutes spent properly sorting the mail is well worth it in the long run. Also? Clean sheets are their own reward.
I will accept nothing less than my best in workouts.
I took last week off. Well unless you count walking, which I don't. If I can do it and not workup a sweat it hardly seems like exercise. I needed a few days to let my blisters heal, but then I took a few extra because my pride was hurt.
As a result I carried around extra stress and sadness that I didn't deserve. A quick run or a good weights class would have fixed that quickly, yet I chose to wallow. Nothing good ever comes from wallowing.
This morning I got up early and got my first run in over a week marked in the books. It felt great. I may crash come 8:30 tonight but emotionally I feel great. Also? My pace wasn't too far off my 5K PR. I think I've finally taken the "I'm just slow" stamp off my forehead.
I hope that means great things for the upcoming 5K I'm registered for, but since my training hasn't been what I would have liked I'm fairly certain I won't be getting the sub 30 min time I wanted. I'm okay with that because quite frankly I haven't earned it.
I will feed my body nothing but the best.
This is not a call for strict calorie counting. I'm not in a place to deal with that right now, and I'm honestly glad that's the case. This weekend was a hard one, busy every moment practically with very little time to consider good food options. My energy has suffered as a result, as well as just overall giving me a blah feeling.
Does that mean I won't enjoy the bag of twizzlers I bought this weekend
I will give my family nothing but the best of time I can spend with them.
The people I love most in this world deserve to get more than my crankiness and hatefulness. Although I maintain I was right when I told Mother she needed Jesus. She'd obviously left Him at home the day we met for lunch.
God gave up The Best (Jesus) for sad little sinful people like me - He deserves my best daily.
Despite my rotten mood last week, I was able to read and glean knowledge from a book I was reading. While my best is like filthy rags compared to the righteousness of the Lord, Easter proves that He can take the worst scenario possible and turn it into something beautiful.