If you don’t know me, I’m a slow moving kind of girl. Very very slow.
When I have a week like last week it wears me out to the bone.
As soon as our friends said good-bye, I moseyed back into the house and fell across my bed. I wanted to work, catch up on laundry, clean the bathroom, do some school and straighten a few closets. But my body wouldn’t let me.
I’m just now, two days later, coming out of my coma. Like Snow White, without the kiss from the prince and the dwarfs to do all of her work. Wait, I do have all of those things. I AM Snow White! ♫ La da dee ♪
In the middle of all of the craziness I decided it would be a good time to start a new diet. Now I am 10 days in and thinking about a piece of bread, a morsel of pasta, a gallon of ice cream. I haven’t had a carb, sugar or Diet Dr Pepper in 10 days!
You know what’s weird? I don’t really crave it. I thought I would be climbing the walls, but I’m doing OK. I’m a chocolate junkie, but I’m not dying without it. Who knew?!
Every time I want to cheat I think, “What would happen if I eat that? Would I feel better? Or be more discouraged? It’s only temporary. I can do it,” and the urge passes. I know that self-control is a fruit of the Spirit, so I pray a lot. It helps.
Not to be complaining but I also have a head cold. It’s not horrible, but it adds to my fatigue. Every time I cough or sneeze Levi comes running from the other room and yells, “BLESS YOU MOMMY!!!” and I have to say “thank you” or the whole world falls apart. There’s nothing like a 3 year old to keep you laughing.
Snow White had Dopey; I have Levi.