Some days, my discipline crumbles faster than a poorly stacked pyramid of figs. I love the routine of prepping for the farmers’ market weighing honey, stacking jars but then my brain starts whispering about skipping workouts or diving into a tray of baklava instead of meal prepping. It’s like my willpower gets hijacked by some mischievous trickster god who thinks balance is overrated.
How do you wrangle that inner chaos when it’s louder than your good intentions? Do you have a go-to ritual, a mantra, or maybe just a really convincing reason to choose the salad over the syrup-drenched pastry? I’m all ears preferably not the chocolate-covered kind.