Multi tasking during the prayer line helps me accomplish what may be subtracted from my day if it is left for later. Light exercise and vitamins begin from go. Whenever a valuable gem is dropped during the call, I stop and write it down.
After deciding that some immediate changes were made, my door knocking hours were adjusted to embrace the evening. I have to catch people while they are at home because they are not going to return phone calls. Appointments were made for tomorrow with a few knocks in and around town.
A veggie lunch soon followed complete with filtered water. Clothes were washed. Clothes were folded and put away. A brief review with the app and my manager sent me out the door ready for my potential grandmother.
The tone was somewhat hostile; however, this was progress. People were home to open the door and a conversation was held. While I did not get to present or close, I was able to compile lots of information based off this visit. Success comes in different forms.
Look at the schedule that enables me to take care of myself and work without duress. A personal appointment was easy to handle today because permission was not needed from a boss. Coverage was not a necessity. The only thing that was required was that I needed it. Such freedom is very uplifting.
As the sun prepares to leave, my green shirts are being washed for tomorrow. My healthy meal awaits me, and tea shall round out this day. Perhaps a phone call or two, another round of yoga, and an early bedtime. You can use business endeavors to make yourself a priority in order to better serve yourself and others.
There I was. My green shirt was ironed, and all of my supplies were in my car while driving around Broward County. While approaching the gate phone, it was unclear whether or not I should attempt to see the next client. I thought about calling my manager for back up and realized that it was okay to try. My phone call was met with anger and an abrupt end mid conversation. It was best for me to retreat and reconvene with this situation under guidance. Before my next client, a funeral home came into view. A new stop was added to my list.
My hands searched for my print media prior to letting myself out of the car. I could not remember if this particular audience would even want my services. It was decided that there was nothing for me to lose. My car was already here. Go inside. A warm welcome awaited me on the inside with additional information for me to connect with the funeral director. The chance that gave me a moment of doubt was a success; not because I was able to leave my cards. It was a success because I walked in the door in spite of the doubt.
While driving to the next client, my mind went back to the morning prayer line. The two things that I wrote down were: (1.) Understand where the mindset of the client and (2.) Reach out to your upline. My manager is on standby to answer whenever I call, and if she can’t…I can expect a phone call asap. The next client was difficult to get to due to no parking and a walk on a street without a pathway. Between my white umbrella and the need for physical movement, I made it to the door. It was time for a break. Lunch in my own home was required.
My legs were killing me. Thoughts about quitting because this wasn’t for me were running rampant. I understand why people maintain desk jobs that drive them insane. All of this work, and I have yet to get a check. Downtrodden was I until the reflection of the prayer line resurfaced. You are not used to this yet. That is why your legs hurt. You are going home for lunch. You can’t do that with a 9-5 job. People do want to talk to you; maybe your schedule could change to better accommodate them. Your manager is going to call you back in between clients.
The evening has progressed. Lunch, shower, and hot tea have all done me a world of good. After connecting with my manager, I want to go back into the field this evening. It just takes the right knock at the right time for me to finish the entire equation. The key is to not allow the obstacles to shut me down. While trying to help people, I can also help myself. My green shirt is on, and the bags are packed. Off I go.
It took over my life like a ten foot wave. Greens. Plain meat. Quinoa. Water. This has been my standard meal for about seven weeks now. I have done more consecutive days of cooking than I care to remember. It was only supposed to last for six weeks. However, one sandwich caused a major relapse and signaled that the diet must continue indefinitely in order to combat a lifetime of poor eating.
One would think that I miss eating whatever I want. The fact of the matter is that I feel thankful for the change. It was abrupt. The lack of warning meant that I did not have time to overthink it or take a long time to prepare. It was black and white; do it or remain unhealthy. Period. The side effects have been life changing.
Weight has dropped off my body. Pants hang of my shrinking frame. A lot of attention is bestowed upon me wherever I go. While confidence has always been a strong point for me, it has increased. The way I approach people is very different from before. If I have something to say, it is said without hesitation. Wine is something that I do miss and the occasional cup of coffee would be really nice. When I think about the history of Diabetes in my family combined with the unhealthy components of foods that I enjoy, it just seems to make sense that this diet turn into more of a lifestyle change. It is strict. However, within its boundaries, I have found a new sense of freedom.
The cooking continues along with my exploration of green veggies. Food tastes different to me now. I no longer eat for pleasure. I eat for survival. My body has proven to me that my eating alone can determine the state of my health. There are different textures in a salad. There is more to it than just mere grass. Yogurt is my best friend and water is simply a staple. It is possible for me to dine in fine restaurants. It just means that there are a lot of specifications for the chef. Protein and greens are my friends.