Day 28:

I wasn’t planning to walk today.
I told myself this week was about rest—resetting my supplements, staying low-key, letting my body catch up.

But this morning? I actually felt good.
Got the kids to school, came home, and the air felt walkable. My body felt ready. So I walked.

Just fifteen minutes.
And I paid for it the rest of the day.

Swelling. Gassiness. The whole “hi, you pushed too far” response.
Basically the fine print my body made me read after the walk—like it handed me a receipt for ignoring the terms.

It’s weird—feeling good and being ready aren’t the same. Apparently, my energy shows up before my body’s ready to spend it.

So… short walks only, if any at all right now.
Maybe even just porch pacing for now. Like a little Victorian ghost.

The supplement alarms are mostly working.
Unless I hit “off” instead of “snooze,” which happens more than I’d like to admit. But overall, the structure is helping. I just keep noticing this pattern: even the best systems stop working after a while.

Like my brain catches on and starts rebelling.
I don’t think I need a new system—I think I need options.
Not just one trick, but a whole rotating bag of them. Enough to cycle through when the current one loses its shine. A Mary Poppins bag—except instead of umbrellas and lamps, it’s timers, alarms, and sticky notes.

Consistency for me might look more like flexible structure than hard rules.
A rhythm I can remix.

After all that, I took a full shower, did my hair, makeup—the whole thing.
And then I… completely ignored my blog and spent an hour rearranging the house. Again.

The now-former “reading nook” has officially become the “office nook.” Found a full leather Restoration Hardware office chair on Marketplace for $25. I could hear the HGTV angels singing. A leather throne of competence that instantly raised my tax bracket by $25. It fits perfectly. It looks expensive. It smells like competence.

No blog. No content. Just vibes and furniture.
At this point I’m basically running an HGTV pilot out of my living room—minus the sponsors, plus a lot of coffee.
But here’s the thing—I was doing something. I wasn’t scrolling or numbing out. I was moving. Forward, sideways, some direction.

That’s still momentum.
That still counts.

So yeah… today was all over the place.
But I listened to my energy. I recognized when I’d pushed too far.
I kept taking my supplements. I moved my body and my furniture.
I avoided my work, but I didn’t avoid my life.

And tonight, I’m writing the blog anyway.
Even if it’s late. Even if it’s not what I planned.

Because this is what building it looks like.
This is what doing it—even distracted—still gets me.
Doing it even if it distracts me… because apparently distraction is my love language.

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