Blog #27: Water, Water, Everywhere, so Why Don’t I Take a Drink?

This is the amount of water I do not drink every day.

While it has been a challenge to pick up my needle, the pattern and the fabric and work on my projects, and it has taken me a while to get in the habit of following the FlyLady’s routines to create a more orderly home. Blogging is an entirely new venture, so I’m learning new skills and expending greater emotional and physical energy in order to write these daily entries. I keep going with the effort because it’s clearly visible whether I have kept my commitment: if it’s Day 29 of my BHAM and the entry is blog #15, then clearly I missed the mark on doing a blog each day.

The biggest fail has been my plan to drink more water: what I thought would have been an easy way to create a more healthy lifestyle, not so much. I have a pitcher of cold water in my fridge, if I drink half of the contents each day, then I meet my minimum requirement of 64 ounces. I open the refrigerator door several times each day, take out grapes, apples, butter for my sandwich, Diet Pepsi, … even the pitcher of water for my cats. But I don’t pour myself a glass of water. Fascinating.

There’s something about eating and drinking more sensibly that takes more effort than blogging, and a different kind of commitment than cross stitching. Instead of berating myself for lack of discipline or calling myself a failure, I’ll think about what might be going on. I have a new insight that changes in eating and drinking habits are a special challenge for me. I’ll let the issue simmer in my brain or a while and perhaps find a strategy for dealing with that mental block , after all I did get a new strategy to motivate me to work the FlyLady system.

I think instead of losing an inch around my waist, I may have gained 1/2 an inch. I’ll know for sure on Saturday. In the meantime, may you be kind to yourself as you deal with your own particular challenges.

Today’s Prayer Poem, in honor of today’s first snow here is “Dust of Snow” by Robert Frost:

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
of a day I had rued.

Grace and peace,


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