A Great Adventure
I am really excited today for a couple of reasons.
Two of my grandbabies spent the night with me Friday night, and we had the BEST time taking care of a ladybug. They built it a house out of those “spikey” blocks — no idea what they’re actually called — gave it a bath, tucked it in with a washcloth blanket… and of course, accidentally killed it. But they didn’t know that. They thought they were being the most responsible little caretakers on the planet. It was honestly adorable.
They both slept with Grandma, so you can imagine how that went. Needless to say, I did not get much sleep Friday night. Add in the little one waking up around 3am with growing pains, and we were up way earlier than planned. But it all worked out just fine.
The little one went home, and Kenny and I headed to the big city of Omaha for an adventure — thrifting and groceries. We were both so excited.
I’m not going to lie, the day was challenging on four hours of sleep. BUT… I stayed about 90% in line with my current goals, and I am really proud of that.
We ate breakfast in Shen at Mondo’s. I ordered a ham and cheese omelet, no toast, no hashbrowns. Kenny had a massive pancake, egg, sausage link, and the hashbrowns from my plate. I did steal a couple bites of pancake. And I’m okay with that. 😏
Most of the morning, my demons were knocking.
“You and Kenny could split a donut.”
“Just check the protein snack aisle… these ingredients aren’t that bad.”
“You could get a small Starbucks and share a lemon loaf.”
“Just eat at Arby’s, it’s right here.”
“You always get sushi after Whole Foods.”
That was just a sample of the internal negotiation happening.
And I won. I won against ALL of those.
Now, where I didn’t win? I bought a bag of ChocZero keto bark with macadamia nuts… and ate all but one serving because Kenny wanted some. Otherwise, I would’ve eaten the whole bag. I basically binged them on the way home.
BUT — and this is important — I didn’t continue the behavior once I got home.
I was starving. Lunch had been just as underwhelming as breakfast, and the chocolates were my only real snack. I called Dawn and asked if she wanted to go to The Junction for supper. I ordered the brisket Reuben without the bread, cottage cheese, and a side salad. I drank iced tea with lemon.
When I got home, I really wanted coffee, so I brewed decaf and enjoyed that while winding down from a full day in the city with my 8-year-old grandson who had the time of his life searching for treasure.
This is a day I will remember for so many reasons.
The first Omaha trip with Kenny.
The sideways sleeping grandbabies.
The ladybug.
The treasure hunting.
The memories.
But also this:
Staying in line with my goals while living real life under real conditions.
I could have pulled one of my old excuses.
“You didn’t sleep. It’s fine. Get Starbucks. You need the energy.”
But I didn’t.
I respected myself.
I encouraged myself like I would anyone else.
Yesterday showed me a lot about who I am becoming.
And I am no longer afraid of my health.
I am healing.
Mind.
Body.
Soul.
Journaling Prompts:
1. Where in my life am I waiting for perfect conditions before I stay committed to my goals?
What would it look like to stay aligned even when I’m tired, busy, or tempted?
2. What are my “demons knocking” thoughts lately?
Write them out honestly. Then respond to each one the way you would encourage a friend you love.
3. What does respecting myself look like in everyday moments?
Not big dramatic changes — just small, real-life decisions that move me closer to the person I’m becoming.
