Today my friend Ryan Bell posted this:
“Some losses are a song interrupted. Some run their course and make coherent sense but sudden ruptures are deeply unsettling. Like a chord unresolved, it irritates and agonizes, not necessarily even because you loved the song so much, but because that’s not how music is supposed to work. Like a story that ends midstream, it offends our highly trained narrative ethic.”
This is especially meaningful to me as I am struggling with the first anniversary of my devastating loss last year of losing my biggest web client, which represented 20% of my income. And way more than 20% of my life.
What does this have to do with my diabetes journey, with my Year Without Carbs? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I am two weeks into The 30-day Richard Osborn Challenge, which is to see how close I can get to 10,000 steps a day. I was doing this last May and almost made it when everything came to a grinding halt on May 25. I have not walked since then, not until May 1 of this year when I began again. I’m not doing anywhere near 10,000 steps but I am putting on socks and shoes, taking a water bottle, finding a hat and sunglasses, and getting Barley dressed for the excursion. Some days I even manage to take along my iPod.
I’m also starting the second week of The New Atkins for a New You challenge and have survived seven days without half-and-half, almonds, and raspberries. Not even one. This is first time I’ve felt even remotely ready to take on this challenge! So far, no morning migraines, Dawn Phenomenon is minimal, and I haven’t yet choked on any medication, swallowing pills with almond milk instead of half-and-half. Gawd, I miss half-and-half, though! But I will survive.
