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Getting Back on Track

Last week I had my homeschooling end of the year review with my supervisor.  Needless to say, I spent hours going through J's work trying to pick out work from the year that was a good representative of his work overall.

And I noticed something.

All of his work was so well organized in February, and March.  I had organized his work better. And, he got more done. Which means, I got more done.

We are done with school for the most part now, but most of April and all of May were a struggle. Not just in homeschooling, but in every way.  In my prayer life, in my workouts and in my eating.

I began to wonder.  What was different in February and March?

It was Lent. Yes, that is it. During Lent I made prayer a priority in my own life and in our homeschooling.  We did not start our school work unless we had gone to mass or prayed the stations of the cross and did our Lenten reflections. I had been praying before the boys even got up.

And because I was training for the marathon I got my runs in. If I did not get up early enough in the morning, than I went to the gym after the boys were in bed.  And, I ate well.

But after Easter and after the marathon, I slacked.  I slacked in my prayer times and my prayer with the boys and going to daily mass.  I was still running, but did not start my weight training back up. And, I ate whatever I wanted.

I guess it is not so odd that when I am off and am not centered on Christ, when I am not taking care of myself spiritually and physically, that all everything else I do suffers as well.

So, I decided it was time to get back on track. And this is what I am doing.

1. The boys and I either go to mass or  read the bible after breakfast each morning.  I got the idea to read Scripture at meals from this post from Ann Voskamp.

2. My prayer time is in AM before the boys get up. No exceptions.

3. I am mixing things up with my workouts. Since I cannot run this week because my husband is out of town, I figured this would be the perfect time to get back into building up my muscles again.

4. No sugar. For 30 days.  I will not consume any sugar (unless it is natural to the item: IE: fruit). What, no chocolate bars with almonds????

5. Eat 5 small meals a day.  Minimal to no processed food (whole wheat pitas are OK, but if it came from a box, it is not going in my mouth).  Stick to mainly raw foods.

So far, this is going well. Even on the days when the boys act up at mass, I think of the words of a friend who said that anytime she is walking up the aisle to receive the Eucharist, she says to herself, "I won!"   And it reminds me to be focused on that fact that I get to receive Jesus.

And I love reading the bible with the boys.  There is something so peaceful about it.

My workouts have been great and I do not miss the sugar at all!  The only thing I have craved is sweet tea! 

I feel good and I have noticed that I have enjoyed my days more.  Yes, even the days we have done a math or reading lesson. It has all been good.

Lesson learned: Keep my eyes focused on Christ, help the boys to learn to keep their eyes focused on Christ. Take care of myself.  And all else will be taken care of . .. hmmmm . . I am just reminded of Matthew 6:33.

"But seek first His Kingdom and His righteousness and all these things shall be given to you."

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  1. Glad you are having a good month. Thank you for sharing this, a much needed gentle nudge.

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  2. Wow, no sugar? You're my hero!

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