|Not a view from my window, but a calming picture none the less|
Daylight had begun to peek through the blinds in my bedroom. Wrapped in my favorite purple fleece housecoat, I stood starring into my closet. What was I going to wear? What would fit, without a feeling of discomfort?
I decided to try on a dress I hadn’t worn in a long time. It didn’t take long to discover why the dress was in the back of the closet. As I pulled the dress on, my head popped through slowly like a turtle coming out of his shell. I wiggled and twisted with my arms near my chest like a T-Rex. Until finally, both arms made it through their perspective armholes.
The struggle was real. I was slapped with the reality that somehow excess baggage had attached itself to my body, in the form of extra, unwanted weight. My solution was to buckle down and address this issue. It was great timing that the ladies at the fitness studio where I workout, decided to participate in a 30 Day No Sugar Challenge. I joined the challenge.
Our task was to go without sugar or sugary food for 30 days. Sound simple? I started over, every couple of days in week one. Week two was a little better. However, I discovered that I needed to make a visit by the grocery store for healthy items to snack on.
My son stopped by our home for a visit and left a few items from a boxed lunch that he didn’t want. The unwanted items included a package of fruit snacks and a chocolate chip cookie, wrapped in clear plastic wrap. The chocolate chunk cookie sat on the kitchen counter staring at me for several days. Until finally, I was out of the smooth, natural peanut butter that I snack on. So, I ate the cookie.
I didn’t give up on the challenge. I kept working out, kept my focus on making healthy choices. Yet, I still had not made that trip to the grocery store. One night while watching Steve Harvey on the Family Feud, I wanted a snack as I watched “Somebody’s Family” go for the fast money. No healthy snacks around so I grabbed a couple of gummie multi-vitamins (which is one serving). Not enough, so I grabbed a couple more, and a couple more, until I had devoured six of those little squishy things. I hope one can’t overdose on gummie vitamins.
Daylight was replaced by moonlight, wrapped in my purple fleece housecoat, I had no worries about what to wear. Tomorrow would be a new day filled with new opportoneunities. It all else fails, my closet also holds stretch pants and leggings. I will survive. Real Talk. Real Challenges.
What challenges can you now laugh about?