I recently took up walking at the local mall. Walking 30 minutes at a fast pace, I seem to average 1.7 miles a walk. My Fitbit tells me exactly how many “active” minutes I walk which is nice that when I make a pit stop at the restroom, it doesn’t count against me.
My goal was to lose weight. I have not. I have, however, dropped one size in my jeans; so that is nice.
Two months ago, I started using portion control and have pretty much trained my stomach that a bread and butter size plate is all I need. I decided that it didn’t matter what I ate as long as it fit on the plate. That may have been a mistake in thinking. So two weeks ago I gave up drinking my few glasses of wine each night, mainly because of the sugar content.
I did not start drinking wine until my children grew up and left home. But I have found I sleep better, feel better and except for one after a very stressful Girl Scout meeting, I have not even wanted to have a glass. (And I did not on that particular evening either.)
My inherent wholeness is embodied in every cell of my body. I give thanks for my body and that I can choose to take care of it as I see fit. I avoid sweets and eat balanced meals that are healthy. I enjoy quinoa, lentils, healthy fats, and garden greens from my backyard such as kale, beets, lettuces, arugula and herbs, year round. I also enjoy seasonal foods during the summer such as tomatoes, squash, okra, strawberries, cucumbers, zucchini and squash.
God’s pattern for perfection is the blueprint of my life. I am whole, well, and happy. I plan to continue on this path, one day at a time. And so it is.