I had a hodgepodge of stuff crammed into a Target modular storage unit, all of which has been discarded or relocated. The storage unit will be heading to the Amish bakery (or perhaps to one of the Amish barns) so they can cram their stuff into it. (I thought it was trés cool to show the girl in the bakery a picture of the storage unit from my BlackBerry. She didn't bat an eye about the technology, but loved the storage piece!)
I decided to divest myself of some yarn. Don't worry, though, I still have a lifetime supply, and there's always elann.com, should I run low. Heh.
I decided running up and down the stairs multiple times at my mother-in-law's house counts as a workout, and not eating all day until dinner counts as a diet plan. I don't have to like it, but that's the way yesterday turned out.
(To go along with that, I very much decided I like running outdoors when the humidity is low and the temperature is moderate is my favorite form of exercise. I might get back to it in, oh, a month or two. Please don't look at my hips in the meantime. Heh.)
I decided I need to be the Mentalist to convince myself that eating a dill pickle is as satisfying as eating chocolate. Honestly, I tried the dill pickle trick first, but then I had a glass of chocolate milk right before bed. Slept like a baby! Mmmmmmm, chocolate milk!
Next decision is whether to start a new knitting project or not. I dreamed it and am sooooo anxious to cast on, but I'm usually a one-project-at-a-time kinda gal, and the
Before I knit, though, we still have to pick up the box springs and mattress for the guest room bed. Lugging large heavy things counts as another workout. That's my decision, and I'm sticking to it.