So this morning, much to the chagrin of my 14-year-old son, I was making chocolate protein balls — basically water, chocolate protein powder and almond butter. (No licking the bowl at our house anymore!)
The conversation went something like this:
Neill – (with a look of horror) “What are you making?”
Me – “Protein balls.” (also with a look of horror)
Neill – “Why? You’ve made it this far.”
Me – “Made it this far? What does that mean?”
Neill – “I mean you’ve lived this far already. Why start eating like this now?”
The good thing about my chocolate balls is that when I put these babies in the fridge, no one, and I mean no one, steals one. (Yeah me!)
Hey, at least I’m trying.
Not the best motto to live by, but not the worst either.
I take my vitamins when I remember.
Go to kickboxing if I can fit it in between work and a ballgame.
Eat hummus and veggies at the office, so long as I don’t forget to pack my lunch.
And contemplate giving up soda, white bread and processed food at least three times each week.
Recently, a group of my 40-something friends has been on a serious health kick. Exercising together, eating super healthy, encouraging each other in a group called “Lean 13”.
The ladies group has their own messaging app and all day long are texting and encouraging each other with recipes, workout meet-ups and motivational memes.
Some days, I watch intently as my phone blows up with their messages and then I force myself to go work out with them. Other days, I turn off the group notifications because I’m sure they can somehow see me making a doughnut run while sipping on my full-fat caramel mocha latte.
This morning I turned the girls back on.
I took my vitamins, ran at the park and then made my protein balls. And being it’s a good day. I’m also contemplating not cracking open that cold sprite in the fridge.
Tomorrow, I may not be as good. And that’s OK. Because the next day I might be again.
As my wise 14-year-old said, I’ve made it this far. And I’m going to try my best to make it a little farther.