I intended to post this on December 30, the date that my year of 30s began. I had good intentions. But, then, Pilo decided to assign a 531 page book for our book club, and my life became temporarily absorbed in All the Light We Cannot See. It was a mesmerizing book, and I’m excited for our cake and conversation tonight.
December 30 started the year of 30s. I knew that I needed to do something for the year of 30s. Something different. Something new. Ideas swirled. Part of me wanted to choose all the 30s things, but I knew that would lead to failure. Then, an idea (that I had briefly considered previously) suddenly popped up at the 11th hour, and I knew it was the right thing for the year of 30s.
For my year of 30s, I’m going to complete a Whole 30.
I know. I’ve done things like this before. Even a brief perusal of the few posts here on this blog will serve as testament to that. However, this one feels right for me at this point in time, and I’m going to do it.
Why did I chose a Whole 30 as the hallmark of my year of 30s? Whole 30 follows along pretty closely with the study about food and PCOS that I posted in the PCOS: What Should I Eat post, and I’ve wanted to give that a try for several months. Whole 30 also sounds like something I can do, and something that I need to do. I anticipate that it will help me to identify sustainable changes in my life that will help get my PCOS under better control.
I’m excited, and hopeful, and nervous. But most of all, I’m grateful. I’m grateful to have a life that allows me the luxury of spending time dedicated to improving my health. I’m grateful that I have a choice in what I eat, and am not limited to what is served to me by the homeless shelter or what is the absolute cheapest at the grocery store. I’m grateful that I have stable jobs that provide income so that I can meet my needs (and many of my wants). I’m grateful to have parents that never expected less of me due to my gender. I’m grateful for an education that taught me to incorporate wisdom from ages past along with current knowledge and my own experiences. I’m grateful for friends that notice when something is off, and know when I can use a buoy. I’m grateful for a family that is unfailingly devoted to my lasting happiness. I’m grateful for warm showers and warm beds. I’m grateful for peace. I’m grateful for a Heavenly Father that provided His Son, my Savior, so that I can return to Him. I’m grateful for you, dear readers, that choose to spend some of your limited time reading my babble. Life is not perfect; but, it is very good. And, for that, I am grateful.
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