Tuesday, January 22, 2013
You Are What You Eat (Lard Lass)
So — a learning.
Tomorrow I will eat right to keep fit and see if that affects how I feel during tomorrow night's zumba class. Right now, I feel a hundred years old. And cold. Old and cold. It's, like, 8 degrees here! Crazytown.
I've been hunkering down under blankets a lot. Yesterday I finished The Diviners, which was totally fabby (apparently it's Book 1 of a new series — yay, a new series!), and today I read The School of Essential Ingredients, something like that, which was okay, a nice little story with lots of good food in it. It's a busy week — I'm working on a project with my pal Zanzibar, I'm helping Ruth Doan MacDougall transcribe Snowy (sequel to my favorite book The Cheerleader) into e-book format, I may enter Amazon's Breakthrough Novel contest, I have a birthday letter to write to one of my besties, and I'm in a skit at church this weekend so need to memorize lines — but I don't have any paying editing work, second week in a row, which is very worrisome. Is it time to start looking for my third job???
I'll worry about that tomorrow.
Oh, and I just completed my fifth day of not drinking alcohol.
I do not think that temperance is the life for me.
OK! Time to soak my weary, aged bones in a hot bath, scented with cranberry bubbles, a gift from my darling friend Good Neighbor Anne.
Whole-grain cereal, fresh fruit, salad, soup, and lots and lots of water. Those are my watchwords for tomorrow. So it is written, so it shall be.