After a bunch of celebrating over the weekend took its toll on me, it was time to get back to business. And writing just did not happen yet. It’s 6:30 p.m. and here we are, just beginning the blog for today. Allergy doctor visit was early, and the header photo was the collection of those funny little plastic toys on the windowsill. Aren’t they cute, all lined up? As they sit in the sunlight, they bobble and make me smile. Hope you enjoy them, too.
Tomorrow is a day for taking Mom to appointments and hopefully getting the laundry folding caught up. Have you ever noticed sometimes it takes forever to get back on track as you’ve wanted to for awhile? Why is that? Are the forces in the universe plotting against us?
While it may seem that way, it probably isn’t true. When former good habits, gone by the wayside over Christmas (!), and your attempts are not strong enough to overcome the new bad habits, stuff gets in the way. Repeatedly. It never seems to get back on track until you go the 21 days to make the new habit again of writing every morning, before leaving the house, before getting sidetracked. Thursday should yield itself to getting back in business again. Whew! It’s hard.
I visited my good friend today. She is determined to recover from the stroke of a couple weeks ago. Her body is improving, and I asked how her spirit was. Her response? “My spirit knows it has to get better.” I applaud her spunk. We pray for a good recovery for her. I have another friend who has ALS. I need to visit her next. She will not recover health, no matter how hard she wants to. My prayers for her family.
Life is too short to waste. In a couple weeks, I’ll be 70 years old. If I have the longevity my mom has, I will have another twenty good years. I can live with that! In the meantime, I need to work on getting organized for tomorrow. I hope you have a peaceful evening. We have a book to write! See you tomorrow.
Here we are, starting the “ber” months. Debates about Pumpkin Spice will flood the airways, and I will love getting out my hoodies, sweatshirts, and jeans. It’s meant to be! I love living where there are seasons. Sure, it gets too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. Since it’s all I know, I’m not sure what it would be like to be one season all twelve months.
Weather balance is a good way to describe it. Being retired, we don’t have to go anywhere. It can snow all it wants. I remember the days when if we didn’t get to work, we didn’t get paid or had to take a vacation day. Dad gave us the example of never missing work unless you were very sick.
In another re-start on my Keto journey, I’m making a “resolution” for September. 30 days should give me a jumpstart since I’ve been at a plateau for more than six months. Time to get real.
No added sugar.
Eat lots of veggies.
Eat a reasonable amount of fruit.
Lots of protein.
To focus on my personal mission of helping Veterans and to support our Police Officers, I vow to do this every day:
22 Wall Push Ups
Bike 22 minutes a day
Do 71 squats a day to remind myself of the Veterans who die by suicide every day. The total for 30 days will be about 2200 for the month.
By committing to these things, I’m reminded of the commitment made by our military and our first responders. My 69 year old knees, back, legs and hips will benefit from the activity, and my mind will become more focused and creative. And the thing of it is, I’m stating it to the public. To all of you. To my friends and readers. We’ll have to check in on my progress. Thanks in advance for keeping me on track. Let’s do this!
Join me. It’ll be fun. Think outside of yourself. Help others. You’ll feel better for it. I’m off to do my biking. Taking Mom to the doctor later. Hope you have a beautiful day today. Let’s see each other tomorrow. Thank you.