It seems like I’ve been back firmly on track for much longer than week, but this latest go-around just started six days ago.

And I’m still in the zen zone.

I wavered a bit yesterday.  Kid drama which happens even when said kids are all adults.  They’ll figure it out, but seriously I would be happy to step in and tell them what to do.  But I won’t.  We each have to walk our own path and while I think the path they are contemplating isn’t such a great idea they obviously think differently.  And if there’s one thing I’ve definitely learned it’s that sometimes what seems to be the wrong path turns out to be the best path in the end.  So we each need to choose for ourselves because we’re the ones that have to live that choice.  (nothing of a crisis level, just a kid not dealing with things at work the way I think they should … I’m afraid they’ll get fired and they don’t care at this point because of all the crap that’s gone on.)

But in the end I sat down with a cup of herbal tea and re-read the primal blueprint 21 day challenge and was totally back in the zone again.

Now if I could just get my subconscious to let it go and quit waking up in the middle of the night and worrying about things.  I’m just fortunate that I fall right back to sleep again once I convince myself that, once again, it’s out of my hands.

Made turkey with roasted potatoes and onions yesterday.  Debated about having some of the potatoes … they are a seldom or never choice unless you are a heavy exerciser (which I am not).  In the end, I decided to have a couple of bites.  They were good, but I realized I would have been just as happy with roasted cauliflower.  Next time I’ll do the potatoes for Mac and the cauliflower for me.  I’m glad I had them because I think I would have thought they were better than they were if I hadn’t.

We finally are warming up here … at least the temperature is above zero.  It’s still icy out … kids were skating on our cul de sac yesterday.  It looked pretty uneven to me, but then I like to skate on a smooth surface that’s been groomed by a Zamboni.