Getting through. Grace optional.
It has been a broken shoelace kind of week. When I first got my eating under control 17+ years ago, people would talk about “broken shoelaces.” The little annoying things that happened that were not life altering, but were frustrating. And how they used to eat over this stuff. But in getting our eating under control, we learned to deal with our annoying problems, instead of eating them.
On Monday, my mini stepper broke. Right at the beginning of my workout the bolt holding the pulley in place just sheered right off. I am fine. And It was a cheap piece of equipment. So my husband told me to immediately order another one since he knows how much I love it. And then he said to get 2 so I have a backup in case this happens again. (They came that night! And they were on sale!) Then we can get me an expensive one that is better made for Christmas.
On Tuesday my niece came over before she went away to college. That was wonderful! But it also meant extra cooking and cleaning for me.
Then Wednesday, I was plunging my clogged drain and the drain basket pulled away from my kitchen sink and water started pouring into my under-sink cabinet. And when the plumber came, he found a forest of tree roots in my kitchen pipes. And another closer to my bathroom pipes. So now we are going to have to pull up part of our patio and have them dig out some clay pipe and replace it with more up-to-date materials so the roots can’t get in.
This has meant scheduling multiple days of my life and meals and workouts around getting things taken care of.
But I can. I have the mental capacity to do it because I am not high on sugar. I have the emotional capacity because I can take stock and take action instead of eating myself into a coma and sitting on the couch. I have the energy because my food is nourishing. And I have the spiritual capacity because I trust that Life is always giving me exactly what I need. (We are about to have new siding installed on our house. So maybe this is happening now so we don’t have to dig the pipes up in a year and destroy the siding.)
I don’t eat over stuff anymore. Or if I do, it’s during meal times. And it’s weighed out and sugar free. But for the most part I don’t have to. I can take what comes. I can get through it. Hopefully with grace. But let’s be honest. It’s the getting through that matters. Grace optional.
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