I threw away plans to work on my posts in draft.
Feeling stuck in a rut, and sick with worry, I didn’t quite know how to climb out of it, so I baked Anzac biscuits; comfort food.
|Exclusively Food - Chewy Anzac Biscuits - recipe here|
We are 4-5hrs away.
I burnt one tray of biscuits distracted by Facebook.
Towards lunchtime, and after a reassuring call to say that he was
It’s so easy to make excuses.
I couldn't concentrate; chemo brain.
I was side-tracked by children ,
Try as I might I couldn't focus on the journey ahead.
“If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking.” – Buddhist Saying
In my own time.
I am still enjoying the journey as I press towards the mark.
With time, I can do anything; swim a river , climb a mountain or just maybe one day run - a half marathon (that my friends - is my limit ! )
I am still hobbling about though I ran on my treadmill for the first time in a week despite the discomfort.
Slow. I am stubborn , not swift or graceful.
Determined not to let a week of desserts and extra toast get the better of me.
What do you do when you feel discouraged ?
Do you set your sights high anyway and tell yourself it is okay to wait until tomorrow ?
How many Anzac biscuits is too many ?
Linking up with Jess #IBOT
*Scratch that the update at 6.30pm is he is still waiting for a bed in the Cardiac ward.