Dramatically out of character while quite enjoyable, I've been sleeping a bit better, and "in" as well, meaning late. Sleeping late. Yes, that allows for the nudging at 6:00 by the dog demanding he be fed. It's just that afterwards I get back under the covers instead of getting morning sun and meditation time. I don't know what to attribute it to, but it's been refreshing. Tomorrow, though, I plan to return to my baseline. Speaking of baselines, I hit 190 and bounced up again. Things like going out to breakfast @ "Effie's" in Campbell, a gloriously retro dining spot, make avoiding carbs next to impossible. But rye toast saturated with melted butter is a defensible excuse. I remain committed to meeting the target, but it's going to require a lot more discipline at my mom's house as well as not eating out. Our morning visit with my mom and Lindsey followed. It was rewarding to have some deep conversations about relationships and prioritizing yourself. About the space between compromise and sacrifice. About not wishing you had said or done something differently, as if the change would make everything suddenly 'work out'. How that is complete fantasy, make-believe, wishful thinking and imagination. Like my to-do list for the day played out in reality. Some things the yard and house were attended to, but less got started or ully completed. Tomorrow, as mentioned, is a return-to-form day for me.
