FatSecret is not jumping up and down, sniffing that it will take me 47 months to reach my goal. Yeah, you know what, FatSecret? . . . Never mind.
I do wish I were more diligent about logging my food, but I never even think to do it. I guess I can be fully mindful of just one good new health habit at a time, and for the moment my focus is my infected cuticles. Honestly, I think of them every hour, mostly in terms of, Don't pick! or Stop picking! when I find myself doing it absent-mindedly. I'm on week 5, I think, of 12 weeks of medicine, so I'm also thinking about when I can and can't have a glass of wine. (Last night: no! Tonight: yes!) But it's paying off; my poor inflamed cuticles are only a little bit pinker than the rest of my finger and don't seem swollen at all, to my untrained eyes anyway.
But I'm being much better about making sure that I move a little bit (or a lot bit) every day — and I can feel the difference when I don't. It doesn't take a ton of mindfulness on my part, which is huge.
Plans for today:
- Chores (of course)
- Write a dozen or so thank-you notes to last year's committee chairs at my church (something I've had on my list all summer — I usually don't procrastinate like this! But I'm determined to get it done before our church year officially starts September 8)
- Start an editing job that's due Monday
- Walk to my neighbor's house and drop off our shared CSA basket
- Power-wash two of our inside trash cans, which are lined with crud on their bottoms and kind of stinky — so! glamorous!
It's going to be a beautiful day here in Arlington, Mass., and I shall dive into it soonest!
But first, some coffee.
—Lady C, a girl of 100 lists
p.s. Last summer, I distinctly remember a feeling I got around June, stepping onto Mass Ave on what felt like the first summer day, wearing a T-shirt and capris and fake-tanned legs, and I felt distinctly lighter. I've been waiting to have that feeling again — and I finally do! It seems ridiculous that one pound could make such a difference, but going from 250 to 249 . . . I'm skipping on a cloud, man.
p.p.s. Happy birthday to my dear little blog, which turned 2 on Wednesday!
That's also Nurse Kathy's birthday, and I forgot to call her. I will add "late birthday card" to my thank-you note plans for the day. Oh, and one of HoneyBear's moms just had a grapefruit-sized tumor removed; I should send her a card too.
As for my own birthday thank-yous — that's on tomorrow's list. One day at a time, my friends.