bunny ears.
I was taking my requisite Sunday portraits of the dogs that come about when there’s good lighting from the windows and they’re content to lay on the couch and pose. It didn’t occur to me until a few photos later that Simona was sitting behind Israel and unknowingly giving him a classic set of “bunny ears”.
I was going to get Starbucks with friends but that was cancelled so I realized I should really tackle the laundry piling up and wash my bed sheets. I sleep with three dogs. That speaks for itself.
I took Judah with me to my parents and intended on working out on their old treadmill. I think Anamarie was a baby when we got that thing. I’ve never finished a mile on it even at the lowest setting. I did a mile in 20 minutes, the first 8 minutes was at 3 MPH and I wanted to die. The last 12 minutes was at 2.7 MPH and I survived.
My problem before with working out was expecting too much and giving up when I couldn’t do things that were too hard, too soon. So now I accept that whatever I am capable of today is good enough for today and tomorrow will always be better.
My body aches all the time but in a good way. Muscles that had been dormant too long are now starting to burn and letting me know, “Hey, thanks for using us, but you’re going to pay for it.”
I’ve been making a lot of head way on Steve’s blasted memoir. 2600 words tonight alone. Sometimes I wouldn’t do that in a month, so getting that done several nights in a row is great. I’ve been working on it diligently for three weeks and it’s of course helping a lot. I am slowly but surely changing my mindset from the unproductive “well if I can’t get this much done then I won’t do it at all” to “if you can get this much done that’s better than nothing”. So every day it gets better—with the workouts, eating, cleaning, etc. Basically everything in my life.
I’m changing but this time it’s my choice and I want to know what it’ll look like a year from now. Better? Worse? The same? Who knows.
