Monday, October 28, 2013
We talk all the time about not being perfect, about how perfection can't be our goal. But what does "perfection" mean?
I have defined "perfection" to mean eating to my food plan for one day. That's all. I can accomplish nothing else that day and still have a perfect day. Even if I make no inroads on my "to do" list, I can have a perfect day. I used to have high expectations that a Perfect Day meant I was Mary Poppins: Simply Perfect In Every Way. Alas, not going to happen. The one constant in every day is eating, so I have a Plan, I check it off. The rest of my life can blow up around me and land at my feet in shards, but if I eat to my Plan, I have had a Perfect Day.
My food plan allows for occasional emergency substitutions. I can't cook if I am , say, sitting in the hospital with someone, but I really know what I can have to get me through, even though it feels like I should compensate for the fear and pain of watching someone in the hospital and SHOULD be able to have that apple cobbler, but it's not on The List so I don't. I have the fish. And it's still a perfect day, even though the bed is still unmade and I am not wearing makeup. Or even shoes. If I eat within my Plan, it is Perfect.
The more tightly I define "Perfect" the better the chance that I can have it.