Since you’re all access backstage pass is still in use, here’s what’s going on right now. It’s early, early morning. There was a storm last night so the air is cool and fresh. And this little bird sat on my windowsill at 4:30 chirping its little heart out. Loudly. For a long time.
As a matter of fact, it’s still chirping. Loudly. Finally getting other birds to respond. It’s amazing that of all the birdsong I can still identify that one little bird as it has moved around to various locations, waking up other birds. (It sounds like some of them are telling it it’s not daylight yet.)
Is it lost? Did the storm blow it into unfamiliar surroundings? I said a little prayer for it. God knows when a sparrow falls. He surely knows what was up with that little bird.
What was so unusual about it was the length of time spent on the windowsill. It would move to nearby locations but came back to the window a couple of times. Another neat thing is that as each bird has responded I can pick out the individual birdsongs, even with them all singing together.
There’s a lesson in there somewhere.
My take on it is that from all the prayers and praises going up God hears individual voices. Just as I listened for little bird in all the birdsong he listens to hear my voice. What a gift. I had a very blessed time in morning prayer.
Fast forward a few hours. Little bird is still spreading its joy. I fell back asleep and dreamed I ate a luncheon meat sandwich. On white bread. I woke up stiff and achy. Oy! I know for sure I don’t want one of those!
What does that have to do with Whole30? Nothing. It’s just what’s going on on the backside.
I’ve been thinking about the chia seeds. Thinking, not obsessing. I regret that it means I didn’t have a ‘clean’ reintroduction but in the overall picture I’m not beating myself up over it. In fact, it’s a perfect illustration of what I read in the food freedom book.
Yesterday, when I was so flustered, I almost quoted the book to myself. “Good enough for me.” That’s an actual reaction that can lead to (excuse my French) “What the hell,” slang for a legitimate psychological reaction known as counter-regulatory eating. If you make a slip you’ve blown it and may as well go out big.
Both reactions are indications that you’ve become too relaxed, too lenient in your approach to Whole30. I do thank heaven that when I started to feel the “Good enough for me” quote starting to bubble up I immediately recognized the reaction and understood where such thoughts could lead.
Again, I’ve absorbed more from the book than I thought I had. It very specifically spells out each reaction, what they mean, where they can lead. Yes, I once would have thought I’d blown it and given up. Now, I know that it was a learning experience and move on. Yes, I could have considered it “Good enough for me” and continued to deviate in subtle ways until I was completely off plan and had no idea how I got there.
In my situation, unwittingly adding a noncompliant ingredient, the shock of discovering it was noncompliant, almost ending up with “Good enough for me” I can see two things clearly.
#1) I didn’t deliberately choose to eat something I knew was noncompliant.
#2) I didn’t check beforehand to see that chia seeds, a new food, were actually permitted on Whole30.
And, I can admit, that if I had found out they were technically acceptable I would have made the pudding anyway because I was so intrigued. I can accept that I made a mistake, technical or not. And I can see the importance of remaining mindful to the plan.
Therefore, I did deliberately choose to eat something noncompliant, technical or not, unaware or not.
Again, there are two things to take away.
#1) The rules are there for a reason. In order to be successful you need to follow them. At all times. I will remember the importance of staying alert because I’ve had the experience of slipping.
#2) It’s a perfect parallel of how easily Satan can trip you up. To be just as vigilant about what goes in your heart as about what goes in your mouth. To be able to respond with truth from the Book as easily as from the book.
Maybe little bird was telling me to “Hear My voice.”