Nothing unusual about today; I started at the gym, went to the market, made the bed, and prepped dinner. These are my habits, and I’m not one for resolutions, as I think they set you up to fail and feel too restrictive.
The trees are down in the yard and the house. We lost three large evergreens during the blizzard, and the holiday trees are all nestled away until next season, except for one large one I’ve yet to haul up the stairs.
It takes me a full six weeks to decorate for the holidays, and afterward, I like to get it all put away as soon as possible and wipe the slate clean.
We’ve had houseguests until yesterday morning, and yesterday I felt like it was Wednesday all day even though it was Tuesday. It’s been hard to keep the days straight.
I made Bolognese for nine when I wish I had made chicken pot pie; I also wasn’t thinking straight.
I put on white jeans, wore them for a few hours, and took them off. I love the look of white jeans in the dead of winter, yet I don’t love how they feel when the scale is up by three to four pounds. Like I tell my daughters and clients, our bodies are like the ocean, there’s a natural ebb and flow.
It’s the first Wednesday of the New Year, and we look forward to a mood-lifting trend. I am sending much love your way.