Goals Schmoals

I feel like the haze is lifting a little.
Not a thick fog
Almost not noticeable at all really
More of a film
Through which I was viewing worlds
My own life

But I'm clearing off the lens now
And remembering
It's okay if I don't have specific goals
Numbers and dates
They are not measurements of my success
Or worth

Resolutions are not my style or nature
Progress
Continuous improvement slow and steady
On a daily basis
Meaningful memories linked one to another
Forming life

To eat a little healthier and move a little more
Every Day
To learn more about myself and the world
And love
To live with compassion, forgiveness, and truth
Is valuable

Kinda random

Doing well today so far. On track with food and did some light exercise first thing in the morning - trying to work that into my routine. At least if I do a little in the morning, it should give me the boost I need to get through the day and if I can work some in later, HOORAY!

Lots of laundry to do today, I've been slacking. I really need to get this house in order. I think I will feel oh so much better once I get my living room back.

I finished reading The Shack this afternoon and wow - what a powerful book. Even for a non-Christian such as myself, it is full of great messages and it really doesn't shove Christianity down your throat the way I thought it might. It's a wonderful story, quite different than I thought it would be. There's on paticular chapter I'm already looking forward to re-reading, about forgiveness which is always a hot topic for me.

Kid will be home from school soon and we will find a snack. So far today I've had my pepsi, a Sweet & Salty bar, half a peanut butter snadwich and a cup of watermelon. I've downed over 120 oz of water, done some emergency grocery shopping, made lunch for hubby, and had a little nap. For the next few hours it'll be all about the kiddo, homework, clarinet practice, maybe a fire in the fireplace and some knitting after Sweetie comes home from work.  Or, if I'm lucky I'll talk them into playing the Harry Potter version of CLUE. Cold and rainy, a nice fire-sitting night.

Hungry!

I haven't decided what I'm going to eat yet, but here it is 8 pm, lunch was at 1.  I have been waiting to become hungry - something I've been neglecting to do lately. Hunger feels good. I'm alive and it's time to take in some nourishment. A little whole grain with some Nutella sounds  pretty good, or maybe some chicken noodle soup. Simple, warm, nutritious.

Slipping back into old ways and eating for reasons other than hunger was not getting me to my goal. Tomorrow I'll be checking in with my doctor, discussing supplements, and getting a kick in the tush to get moving some more.

Wonderful day today - family time was precious as we gathered around the coffee table in the family room, fireplace blazin' and played Settlers of Catan. I lost badly, wanted a rematch, and was politely ignored. Lots of smiling going on :-)

I started reading The Shack last night and have been sucked right in. Nobody told me that there was a tragedy involved and a lost child or I wouldn't have picked it up. Now I have to follow it through and see how it could possibly end up okay. I still fully expect to roll my eyes, but so many people have read it that it's become one of those cultural discussion points that I don't want to be left out of . Look Mandy, I ended a sentence with TWO prepositions!

Well that was no walk in the park!

It was a walk TO the park, at the park, and back home. Over 2.8 miles of walking as a family. Probably the most enjoyable time I've had without pie in a long time.

Now we're settling in with the Harry Potter movies on ABC Family and bedding down for the night.

Lunch was roast stuffed baking hen from the solar oven, and no need for supper because it took until 3 pm for the chicken to be ready. Darn clouds! At least I can honestly say that I ate when I was hungry!  And I've had 4 servings of fruit today too. Maybe I'll be ok now. One day at a time, right?