Day 4

I almost skipped today's entry.  Not because I haven't done well, because I have.  When I reach a certain level of exhaustion, my brain wants to rest along with my body, and profound insights elude me.  Then I reconsidered, because looking back, I will want to remember the monotonous times as well.

I'm on day 4 with no caffeine, sugar, processed food, or alcohol.  I felt great this morning.  I'm not sure if the cloud at work hit me or if my body is finally realizing that it's missing the impostor fuel it's been running on; but midday I started to feel a little sluggish.  I wasn't so tired that I was plagued by cravings, but I started losing the pep that has made the beginning of this journey seem effortless.  I forced myself to exercise this evening, which helped a little.  I finally tackled the mountain of unsorted mail that rose from the seat of the chair, past the top of the table.  It was the equivalent of five unmanageable piles that should have been tackled months ago.  I can see my table.  I can see my chair. I can even see the shelf that's been hidden by the overflow.  I am slowly cleaning the mess that procrastination left, which only strengthens my resolve.

I'm hoping that before this journey is over, I will be able to face mornings before they face me.  I am hoping to eliminate the incessant need to hit snooze at least three times.  Too often, the third time results in turning the alarm off rather than hitting snooze.  That was the case this morning.  An hour after I hit snooze the first time, I realized I had 10 minutes to get out of the house.  This is a bad habit that I intend to break before I get a job that frowns upon arriving as if ready for a slumber party.  I'm hoping that good habits will multiply as easily as the bad ones.

God has given me the strength and desire for this journey, as well as the extra time.  I'm grateful that He  has a plan for my life, and I find joy in the expectation of things to come.