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Okay, sorry I haven't posted. In truth, I thought perhaps posting daily was just plain TOO often for you guys... but here's what happens if I don't post daily... I don't hold myself accountable. I skip things! I was NOT good this week. I skipped one day of Bible reading (although I made it up, I also rushed it!), I missed 3 days of exercise. Some of the days I worked harder, and today I went out twice (extra points for that, remember???!!!), but my overall time and energy spent exercising was less than last week. I was not focused on my goals. My weight stayed the same. (that was just by the grace of God, though. I have a feeling if I weigh tomorrow morning it will be up from today! We went to visit Sarah today at Longwood and while I promised myself I would be extra self-controlled with my eating, I totally lied!!! Maybe it wasn't a lie, maybe I just misunderstood myself? Maybe I really MEANT that I would eat whatever struck my fancy? I hate to think I can't trust myself... )
Talking about eating, let's discuss my eating this week...well, no, let's just consider that portion of my week "less than stellar". That's a nice sugar coated term. :) So week one was great, week two was a bomb. Not THE bomb, that's different. "A" bomb. Week three: I decided, just this minute, that over this ten week period I should allow myself one Do-Over week. And this it it. I CALL A DO-OVER. Now it's official.
So I start week three with a self proclaimed clean slate! I will write daily, and get back into week one mode. :)
Poor Sarah, going away to college for the first time ever is a difficult adjustment. She's doing really well, and loves the school. But all those changes at once are hard!!! "When the world says, "Give up," hope whispers "Try it one more time." I know she will be able to keep that idea behind all of her decisions the next few weeks, and I will also keep remembering that.
As I stepped outside tonight for my walk, I sat on my front step for just a moment and saw, as I always see, one spot on my brick step that has a hole in the mortar, and even part of the brick. It's a place where rain drips slowly from the roof after each rainfall, one drop at a time, because there is no raingutter there. I never mind seeing it. Actually I kind of strangely enjoy watching it grow. Slowly. Over time. Its augmentation marks, for me, how long we have lived in this house. I am always amazed at this visible proof of the strength of water. It's kind of like a science project right outside my door! But today as I looked at it I thought "We should repair that sometime." Ok, I was a little crabby, just for a moment. (We are not terribly big into repairs. And some things just aren't important enough to worry about!) I walked on and didn't think about it any more.
Until I was looking something up and stumbled across this statement made by Lucretius, a Roman poet and philosopher, "The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence, but by oft falling." Wow...I love that! I applied it, rather erringly but sincerely (and subjectively), to my current week, to my LIMFAC rebellion, and to Sarah's college career. Each minimal advance Sarah makes, each French assignment she finishes, each page she reads, each meal she purchases, each friend she discovers, and each decision she makes gets her just a drop of rain closer to her goal of graduating with her degrees.
And each step I take on my walk or my jog, each LIMFAC I vanquish, each goal I meet, each bite of food I plan out, each one progresses me one drop closer to my goals, as well. Whether my goal is twenty pounds, or more developed self-discpline, or global domination (which, sadly, it isn't-my life is not that interesting), one drop at a time will always do it. I might not see the changes daily, but over time they are so very obvious. I like that Lucretius guy.
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