Whoohoooooo, Debbi! Guess what?
Yesterday was the first day since Christmas that I ate more than the calorie limit AND skipped a workout on the same day. It all averages out, though. I'm still committed to my eat-healthy-and-workout-regularly plan, and I trust that I'll be more fit as time goes on. Whether I'm less fat remains to be seen, but I'm a patient person.
This month's NaBloPoMo theme is Risk. I have more than a little experience along those lines, and I might actually respond to some of the prompts this month. It's an interesting topic to explore, particularly for someone whose motto used to be "If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." Ah, those were the days.
Part of my recent malaise – perhaps most of it – is the weather. We're not marveling at the mild winter this year, as we did the last one. We're filling the ice-melt bucket and keeping the shovel handy and securing things that will blow away in the wind and oh, how we're wishing for spring. I have a work day at the greenhouse coming up in a couple of weeks and I can't wait to get my hands dirty. We're going to put 2,000 tiny baby annuals (they're called plugs) into pots, starting them on their journey from a commercial greenhouse to your gardens.
The first breath of spring comes from the garden, doesn't it?
Or maybe the bakery. The Amish bakery down the road opens today! Yay! I need oats and eggs and a loaf of their good old-fashioned whole wheat bread.
Happy March. What says "spring" to you?