Starting Anew

Travel messes with my routine of morning journaling, exercise, and health-conscious eating choices. I loved seeing my dad this past weekend and staying in my sister’s new home, but every family has their own rhythm for how a day plays out. I adjust and go with the flow, but arrive back home tired, weighing more, and ready to get back to my own operating system (I’m an IT geek’s daughter and love to use nerdy words).​

This past trip I actually journaled every morning, an unusual travel accomplishment for me. It helps that my sister has a similar routine where she rises before the sun and sits down with her notebook, fountain pen, and coffee. We actually power-walked one morning, giving me an exercise credit in an otherwise sedentary trip. However, I cheated on my refined sugar intake and accidentally ate gluten. I rarely cheat with sugar, but never with that wheat-based substance that hates my GI tract. My lack of consciousness about what I ate appalls me. I’ve felt crappy for two days now and keep telling my depressed thinking that it’s a false low—I’m not really sad, it’s just the sugar spiral that happens every time. 

Is publishing this my way of staying accountable? I suppose. I’ve never been able to hide my sugar indiscretions from Matt because mood swings are kinda hard to control. But this is a first putting it out into the cyber world. In the spirit of honesty, I also skipped a scheduled yoga class Monday night. I had intended to go, but felt too dehydrated for the hot room. My first hot yoga session two weeks ago had me sick in bed the next day because I didn’t realize how much hydration sweating for an hour in a 100-degree room required. I’ll get back on the yoga wagon with tonight’s hot yin.

I love my family and enjoy our visits, but I’m glad to be back home and ready to start a new page of living the healthy lifestyle my body craves.

Cheryl's back deck was perfect for our journaling time

My incredible sister Cheryl and me