I shrunk a little.

So, it's been a week since my renewed commitment to healthy living and I can honestly say I am ever so slightly more healthy than I was this time a week ago.

I lost 2.2 pounds this week and even more than that I came to some great realizations about why I've been failing at this whole thing lately. If you read my other blog you'll know I set some pretty lofty goals for myself during our adoption wait. Get the budget under control and save money. Lose weight. Organize the house. Spend more time as a family. Get the ministry together. Etc. Etc. Etc.

Well, I kept not doing so great. And the main reason is that I'm this hyper vigilant , all or nothing kind of person. If the house is going to be clean, I want it to be clean. If I'm going to be healthy, I'm going to eat flax. You know, insane things. Like scrubbing the tiny grooves in the corner of the floor.  Or not eating anything but lettuce.

And duh....

That never works. It's an impossible standard. So, I always quit. And instead of having a decently clean house, it'd be a filthy house (or in my definition of the word, my husband always still considers it clean). Instead of eating healthy, it'd be McDonald's for lunch almost daily.

So I've made a new commitment. Get ready....

I commit to moderation. 

The house will be decently, livably, lived-in, two-year-old-bubbles-on-the-floor-all-day clean.

I will make decent efforts to be healthy while still enjoying some chinese food, cookies, and pancakes.

I will not freak out if I mess up and I won't quit over one mis-eaten hot fudge cake.

But I will try. Each day. To do better.