Year Two, Day 266: Falling on My Hands and Knees

I am so sore this morning! No, I did not make it to the gym yesterday. Embarrasingly enough, I fell walking to a student's house the night before last. No, there was no snow or ice on the ground. I was just walking along, and stubbed my toe, went airborne and landed hard on my hands and knees. It was dark. No one saw me. At least that I could tell. The worst part about it was - I had just bought a cup of peppermint tea. It went flying and spilled.

I skinned both knees. Thankfully I was wearing leggings under my pants. My hands were a bit red, but again, I am thankful for being such a practical woman. I was wearing gloves.

The weird thing is that my hands and knees are not sore this morning. My arms are. Mostly my triceps.

And I am ok. I can't help thinking it was a bit of a spiritual encounter. I had been grumpy and irritable. It is almost like God forced me to my knees to show me that I have so much to be thankful for. To stop dwelling on negativity and feeling sorry for myself.

But God doesn't do things like that, does He?

Regardless, I was sufficiently humbled. And yesterday I had a very good day. My church job is getting easier. I really enjoy my little routine.

Except I am eating way too much again.

However, I am still sticking to a gluten free diet. My belly thanks me. And my less poofy face!

Yesterday, I was quite hungry and had not packed enough to eat on my route. I had just finished my second to last student for the evening. Still had one more student and a choir practice. And there were the golden arches in front of my next bus stop. I was REALLY craving a cheeseburger. So I got creative again. I ordered two hash browns and a McDouble. Abracadabra, the Hashbrown McDouble! Loaded with sodium and fat, but hey. No gluten!

The Hashbrown McDouble

And it made me smile. :)

Today I am eating lunch at home. I need that scale to budge. I will overcome!

Happy Wednesday! :)

Peace, Joy, and Love,

Zita

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