Some days turn out perfect even when you think they will be awful. I awoke with a carol in my heart, but the grumpies in my head, thinking about all I had to accomplish. I wanted to go to a Christmas Eve brunch at a friend’s house, but she lives almost two hours south of me.
Time. The evil tyrant.
Jerry encouraged me to go. But I was stressed about time and lonely for him because his computer was down last week, and he spent most all waking hours (and many when he should have been sleeping) trying to fix the dang thing.
I couldn’t make up my mind, and I couldn’t shake the bad attitude. I decided I just needed to get outside for a bit, even though I didn’t have much time if I was going to make it to the brunch. I opted for a walk/run of only a mile but came home happier. I enjoyed the sunshine, the blue sky, the Scripture playing on my phone app, and the movement. Then—happy, happy surprise—Jerry offered to drive down with me.
I had a fantastic time at the party.
On the way home I got a text from Sarah inviting me to come to her apartment and watch a holiday chick flick. I very much wanted to but had a bunch of baking left to do. I prayed I could work like whirlwind. Got home about 4:30 and dug in. Next thing you know, my sweet Stephen came upstairs and offered to help me. He fetched and measured. Then while I kept baking, he dressed and prepared the turkey for cooking tomorrow. Now he’ll know how. His future wife will thank me.
I can’t believe it, but by 7:30 I had a triple batch of cinnamon rolls rising for breakfast, 2 pumpkin pies cooling on the counter, and two more pies in the oven. Jerry came up and helped me clean the kitchen. By 8 p.m. I was snuggled into Sarah’s couch watching The Holiday. When I headed home a few hours later, snow had fallen. It was amazingly beautiful.
Merry Christmas to me! On top of all of this good stuff, my plateau broke and I am down another three pounds! ~December 24, 2012
Real Time Update:
After deciding to track again I did really well last week. I found I was more consistent with exercise when I tracked my food because the calorie burn allowed me to eat more and stay at my goal. I noticed the scale moving a little faster, too. However, the hospital stay with hubby seems to have messed with my motivation and success. Gonna give myself a few days grace then back at it!
What About You?
Any unexpected beauty in your life like I had on December 24? How about stress. What does that do to your motivation?