I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Setting myself up for successLiza
I don’t want anybody to have a heart attack (especially you Dad), but I actually managed to clean the house a bit today. Right, we’re not actually talking clean here. It’s more “not filthy” after four hours of scrubbing. But at 10:30 pm on a Sunday night, “not filthy” is fairly satisfying. I even planted the ornamental grass today. And it’s not dead yet. Tomorrow I’ll try to make friends with the bougainvillea. I just set it gently by the front gate and smiled at it today. And it didn’t turn black.
So Asa is standing up to use the toilet now, which is neat, — except when he misses the toilet entirely and pees all over the floor. Like this morning. “Mom, I need a new sock because mine got wet.” Do you want to know how our bathroom’s on kind of an uphill slope? No, me neither.
I ran on the road with some friends today and I’m very grateful they invited me along, or I might still be in bed with a box of tissues. My legs and feet do feel like they’ve been beaten by a meat tenderizer, but it’s nice to have the run done.
I’m going to post my daily meals on the blog starting tomorrow. I find it challenging to eat well consistently. I’m good in fits and spurts. And I want and need to eat well consistently this year, so I’m going to use you all for a bit of accountability. Thank you! Please don’t take what I’m recording as any sort of dietary guide. And remember I’m about five feet tall and weigh 98 pounds give or take a couple of pounds. So I probably need to eat less than you do unless you have also been blessed by the elves.
I think we all have to figure out ways to set ourselves up for success. For me that means planning to meet up with friends for runs — regardless of whether we actually end up running the whole run together –because it’s often hard for me to get going otherwise. And it means telling folks what I’m trying to accomplish –because I’m too comfortable “adjusting” goals in the “Asa’s mom” bubble I’m living in right now.