A white hammock.

I Felt Too Rigid, So I Paused My Goals For The Day

It was more like a day and a half.

It was Monday. Evening. Post-dinner. And I couldn’t see straight. Well… metaphorically-speaking, that is. I could see fine, my head was just filled with one very loud thought…

Eat the cookies. Eat the cookies. Eat the cookies.


Going low-carb

In the fall of 2020, I completely changed the way I ate.

I read a couple books explaining the benefits of a low-carbohydrate lifestyle and I decided to give it a try. So I set a goal in that regard. And since, it’s been a mixed bag.

Results (or lack thereof) aside though, the real effort is in the goal itself. It’s changed a lot over the last several months, but at present, it is to consume no more than ten grams of net carbohydrates a day. As in no breads, pastas, or sweets.

It’s pretty much all meat and cheese.


Work with no results

I have no trouble putting in the work, especially when I’m seeing results. But when I’m putting in the work and making short-term sacrifices and either not seeing results or seeing negative results? It’s painful.

Morale-crushing to say the least.

So there I was, on a Monday evening, feeling tired from a long day. Feeling frustrated from lack of results. And knowing that right over there, only mere feet away, were three boxes of Girl Scout cookies. You see where I’m going with this?

I caved. Like a thirsty peasant finding water in the desert.


An oasis in the middle of a desert.


The silver lining of the cave

I’ll tell you what though – I caved with a purpose. Yes, I felt guilty for breaking the chain and potentially losing all the hard work I had put into the goal. But I also knew that I was feeling rigid. Too rigid.

Rigid to the point where I was sullen, sour, and dissatisfied.

And that’s not a place I like to operate from. So, I stopped. Stopped nearly all of my goals. Starting that Monday night and into all of Tuesday. And it was great. I didn’t write any posts, I didn’t read any books, and I ate all the carbs.

I took a day off from it all. And I would do it again (and probably will soon enough).


It was great

I’ve written about the importance of breaks before. Of my taking weeks off in the past to recalibrate or get into a better mental spot. This time was no different.

I simply paused everything. Productivity was nowhere in sight.

And the next day? Wednesday? I got right back to it. Eating low-carb, reading my books, and writing this post to you.


Take a break if you need it

In your own life, do you give yourself permission to take breaks?

Doing so, or even recognizing when it’s the necessary time for one, is not a strength of mine. Instead, I tend to just keep going until things start to crack. But, upon that realization, I flip the switch and halt all production until I can give the machine enough time to cool off.

It’s not always easy to recognize that moment, but when I do, I shut everything down in lieu of rest. Now here I am, rested, writing this to you, extolling the virtues of rest in your own life.

So if you need it, take a break. Rest up.


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