The mind is such a powerful thing. When in a good place, it’s glorious. If you were in my head the last week, you’d be wondering, what’s wrong with this crazy Cajun? I’ve been beating myself up over the routine checkup I had this morning. Thinking I’m not eating properly, not exercising enough and worrying about what my blood pressure would be today. First things first, I have white coat syndrome. At home my B/P is fine. On the way to the appointment, I was panicking over that. It was only slightly elevated when they took it. But not at all alarming. Panicked over what my weight would be having been questioning my nutrition and exercise. I lost another 5 pounds. Not a lot to some, but another goal for me. Checkup was awesome (knock wood). My mind was just in flight or fight mode for a week. I was upset and angry at myself because my mind told me I wasn’t going to have a good checkup and it was finding ways to point it out. Shame on me for listening so intently instead of realizing, I’m doing my best and it shows.