So February is underway, the sun is shining brilliantly and I’m ready to go. I had an unexpected injury late last week that couched me for four days (dislocated shoulder from years ago acts up from time to time) but I’m a LOT better now. Still a little tender but at least now I can comb my hair, LOL!
This past Saturday was February 1st and I took a well thought out break from a couple of my goals so that I could enjoy a little treat and not have to mark it down as a failure. It seemed unreasonable to go from one month to the next without having a “break day” in between to have a sweet or buy a new nail polish. So…I allowed February 1st to be a day that didn’t fall under the January goals or the February goals. It just seemed like smart planning. I’m planning March 1st to be off the grid as well!
On Saturday, after a treatment at the chiropractor (which hurt SO much at one point that I thought I was going to faint), we went for coffee and I had a delicious red tea latte (made with coconut milk) and a little gluten free sugar cookie with pink icing and little white sprinkles. It was amazing and perfect and just what I needed! Unfortunately, the sugar in that and the teeeeeensy bit of honey in my chia seed pudding awoke my treats dragon and I’ve been clawing around for the last two days searching for something……..something sweet, something to make it go away, something to munch on, just….something. Not cool! So now, four days into February, the banishment of treats or sweets begins anew. I do not suffer at all with what I eat and often I will have a dessert planned (an orange or coconut chips or a kombucha) and I go days without having it because I’m full from dinner and just don’t need it. I enjoyed the chocolate chia pudding parfait that I had over the weekend but I enjoyed that more on a strange emotional plane than a physical enjoyment one. On Sunday morning, parked on the couch drinking our coffee and watching a dumb movie, we ate the rest of the raspberries and blueberries plain right out of their lit6tle clamshells and I enjoyed that more than the pudding parfait, go figure.
Aside from recovering from my injury and doing some cooking on Saturday, we didn’t get up to much. My cooking “hour” has morphed into about a 3 hour time investment on Saturday and another hour on Sunday. It’s a good chunk of time to devote to preparing food but my time investment during the week is reduced to about 10 minutes (not including heating/baking time) and that has created quite a bit more time for me each day which is so nice. I make or prep all the ingredients for the breakfast we’ll eat all week as well as every dinner (we take leftovers for lunches). I go as far as I can possibly go with each dish and then it all gets stored in the refrigerator downstairs with the weekly menu posted on the fridge upstairs. I predetermine the menu before grocery shopping and that way I typically don’t buy anything that’s not on the plan to eat, thereby reducing waste. No baby cukes in the fridge rotting, no box of salad going slimy because it seemed like a good idea to buy it but it wasn’t anywhere on the menu. Granted, the type of preparation that I rely on really screws me when I’m not feeling well or if we have plans or if something comes up…..but since I usually schedule in the cooking on Saturday afternoon, we can work around it. It’s important to me to be prepared and organized and it would have to be something pretty remarkable going on to make me delay it.
Because I have no holidays this year to speak of, I have been “reserving” our Sundays for just the two of us. We typically go down to the mall and I’ll get a tea (gift card, doesn’t count in the no spending, ha!) and Ray will get a coffee and we’ll window shop for a bit and then carry on. I hate the mall….but strangely I love our Sunday jaunts. This past Sunday, as part of my goals for February, we went somewhere new for a walk with Gracie and had a blast. We’d been there before but it’s a nice change of scenery instead of the forested park we walk around all the time by our house. The weather was clear and crisp and gorgeous and Gracie ran around like a demon, she loved it! We ended up walking 6.3 kilometers (3.9 miles) before heading home for a shower and some alone time. It was a perfect Sunday and fully recharged me for this week ahead.
- Gym x 3
- Dinner at the table x 3
- No handheld technology after 6pm
- Television-less Friday
- Paint nails
Have a good one!