A Rainy Morning

Is there anything better than turning off the alarm and burrowing under the covers to sleep in on a rainy morning? Sleeping in seems so much better than battling Atlanta traffic – especially in the rain. (I do not understand how a little water falling from the sky can turn ordinary drivers into LUNATICS! And if that precipitation happens to be white and fluffy – it’s even worse!) BUT WAIT – I have a REAL job – one I’m very thankful for – one that doesn’t see “sleeping in on a rainy morning” as a valid excuse for missing work. So this morning, reluctantly, I got out of bed and began my morning routine.

I’m happy to report that I made better choices yesterday than I did on Monday. My weight is headed back down. Nothing drastic, but pointed in the right direction – which is so much better than being pointed in the wrong direction!

Doing the things I SHOULD do isn’t always what I want to do. This morning, I would much rather have stayed in bed, sleeping as long as I like, getting up when I felt like it. But I appreciate that I have a job – and so I get up, get ready, and get to work.

This week, I’m tired of making good choices about what I eat. And when I see that stretching out for the rest of my life, because I know that I will ALWAYS have to be diligent and watchful – it can be overwhelming. But I appreciate the chance to take this journey – and I know that ultimately – it is the right thing to do, and I will feel better because I have.