Week 3: When the Body Spoke, and I Finally Listened

This week didn’t go as planned, but maybe that was the plan all along.

I started off thinking this would be another solid week of routines, good food choices, and mental clarity. But instead, life reminded me that healing isn’t just about discipline, it’s about listening. Adjusting. Honoring where you are.

From unexpected food choices to the quiet surrender of rest, this week became an unintentional teacher.

Lessons from the Table and the Soul

Some days, I leaned into comfort foods. Some days, I chose convenience. But every bite carried a message: “You’re still learning. Give yourself grace.”

I took a free day to eat what I craved, Waffle House, pizza, sweet pecans. And yes, my body responded. There were moments I felt full, uncomfortable, and reminded that my body speaks loudly when I don’t listen.

But there was also intention, like the choice to eat tofu from Chipotle, or to drink more water, or simply reflect on what my body needed rather than what I thought I was supposed to do.

The Procedure That Paused Everything

One of the biggest moments this week was my colonoscopy. A procedure I was nervous about turned into a moment of release, physically and emotionally. The results were normal, thank God, and in the quiet recovery after, I found something sacred: rest.

Not the kind of rest that comes from finishing a task, but the kind your soul whispers for when you’ve been holding too much for too long.

Sleep, Stillness, and Showing Up

I slept. I stayed off my feet. I didn’t force myself to push through. That alone was growth.

So no, this wasn’t a “perfect” week by the world’s standards. But it was a week of powerful practice. A week of returning to my own voice. A week of small wins and spiritual whispers.

Weekly Reflection Prompt:

Where did your body speak this week, and did you listen?