Each month of the year, I'm challenging myself to make or break a habit. January was shopping, February was exercise, in March I gave up all social media, in April I attemped to Utter Nothing Negative, in May I forced myself to get more sleep, and in June I started to write 30 letters.
I consider learning to fry up a batch of chicken one of the larger accomplishments of my adult life. (Photo of my actual chicken, on my real table with trucks and books, if you're looking for proof of my glamorous life.)
Last night while I was dredging raw chicken through flour with mini handprints in it (whatevs), I remembered that I hadn't quite told you of my half-August challenge. Or rather, the Secret Post subscribers know, because I wrote about it there, but it slipped my mind to post it here on the blog.
Here's what's happening in challenge land:
In June I gave myself the task of writing 30 letters, and it turns out that takes a lot more time than I allotted. I'm still working on it, but grace abounds and as long as I complete the 30 letters I'll call it good. I took July off from the Make or Break Habits challenge and somehow we slipped into August. So here we are in this eighth month and I'm trying a little something for the last two weeks.
When I first started the monthly challenges for the year, I knew I wanted to do something with food. I wanted to be careful about how I approached it and how I wrote about it. Trendy and extreme diets are a great concern of mine, as I believe that barring medical advice, food restriction can all too often lead to eating disorders. But with the tweaks I have made to how I feed our family in the last few months, I know my meal choices make a difference to our health and how we feel, and certainly to our bank account.
So after thinking about the best way to do this, I've decided that in August, we're going to eat at home. That's it, the only rule. Eat something you make. It can be brownies, it can be french fries, but if you've taken the time to prepare it yourself, you'll be more mindful. Plus it will (hopefully) make me plan a bit better.
I've hardly been the poster child for healthy eating (I don't eat many vegetables, and fried foods taste best), but when things are busy or emotional, my bad habits become deplorable. I eat lunch by myself from the drive-thru more days than I should, or I don't eat at all and then mid-afternoon I crash out and gorge on something gross. I need to be more intentional about how I fuel my body, and how I feed my family, and this is a chance to try it.
We're several days into this one, and my kids are already complaining. No matter that I've baked homemade pizza and fried them up some chicken strips (foods we normally get from take-out), they're asking for meals and flat out requesting I not make them. So. Clearly it was time for an intervention.
Date nights and quality time with friends at restaurants don't count. Those are necessary for reasons besides food. (And they're already scheduled. And they'll probably be my sanity.)
This challenge is short, only two weeks. Join me?
Let's go ahead and discuss September. My friends and the preschool will rejoice to know that next month I'm vowing not to be late. Anywhere.
This is sort of embarrassing, actually, (unlike my drive-thru confession above) because in my mind late people are the WORST. I mean, who do they think they are? Is there time more important than mine? It is not. We've all got kids, sweetie, set yourself a timer.
And yet, I am late about 50% of the time. (Fingers crossed my friends are reading this, 'cause they'll call me out with that conservative figure.) Our preschool is pretty lax, but The Gorilla and I both try the teacher's patience on that one.
So, September. TIMELY will be my middle name.