You know what I love? The feeling of damp hair against the back of the couch as I curl up and watch a movie in my pajamas. Which is yes, what I plan to do after writing this. I really don't know what it is about the wet hair.
So this is day one without my phone and facebook. And I know I said I was thinking of eliminating movies too this week but this particular cinematic adventure I'm about to embark upon showed up in my mailbox Friday courtesy of Netflix. And my free trial membership ends the 1st. All good reasons to watch it sooner rather than later.
The irony in this is that I forgot to grab my itouch as I was leaving this morning so I had to run without music. I only had a half hour on the track while the kids were at swimming lessons and running on a track is hard enough for me; running without music was just painful. I became only too acutely aware that I have GOT to build up cardiovascular resilience because I huffed and puffed my dear heart out and had to hear every bit of it. I figure that throwing a movie on is my recompense for having to have run without music.
Confession: I may or may not have mega cheated by talking to a friend on the phone for a little over an hour this morning. But that's only because this friend is like my lifeline and we were supposed to talk last night but missed each other. It was a way good conversation made even better by the guilty pleasure. But from here on out I will be strong. The only exception being if my little Peruvian gypsy finds her way to a phone booth since she wasn't around this weekend either.
So besides those trespasses, today has been moderately effective. I ran, did some yoga. Still working on that breathing. Started a new book (The Alchemist-inspiring) because I can't find War and Peace. How one loses a 1400 page monster of a book like that is beyond me but I have once again managed the improbable. This is what I get for carrying more than one book in my purse at all times. I'm sorry, dearest Tolstoy.
I had a headache and so punked out of FHE. Carine (mom here) joked that the headache was a symptom of withdrawal. I think it was probably the mastication of steak at lunch being too much for my jaw to handle more likely than not. In any case, I just really don't have the energy or motivation these days to shower (I never shower hear), put on makeup (I never put on makeup here), and then drive for 30 minutes only to come home again a mere hour later after talking to people I won't likely see again. I don't know what's happened to me, I'm getting too complacent or something. Why do I think I can or would enjoy traveling the world and meeting people that I will similarly never see again if I can't even do it in my backyard? This will need addressing. But not now.
So far I would say that day one of Operation Clarity has been a success. Entirely selfish and still lacking in productivity on some accounts but I feel, for lack of a better word, more grounded.
Maybe
it's
all that
deep
breathing
eh?
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