The little things add together eventually. They feel so massive at the time, but so insignificant in the big picture, but on reflection they are what makes recovery.
I had a slice of toast before swimming today. I spread it with peanut butter that I can now keep in my cupboard.
I swam until the time I needed to get out for work, even though it was less than I wanted.
I had lunch 20 mins early because I knew I wouldn’t have time later.
I ate 2 biscuits that weren’t planned because they are yummy and I was hungry.
I drank wine at the theatre (semi-drunk blogging!) because it was free and I don’t care about the calories.
I will sleep well and tomorrow I will keep to plan, because I am free to do that, and I trust the process.
One win at a time.