Yesterday morning, I sat on my patio drinking a homemade smoothie.
The morning air was cool. Puffy, white, clouds danced around “my” mountain.
Mocha sat nearby, sunning herself in golden rays.
Several hummingbirds darted past me as I read the morning news.
I made a mental note to refill their feeder by the end of the day.
I wonder if everyone “takes stock” of where they’re at and where they’d like to be on a regular basis?
I congratulated myself on my healthy breakfast.
I’m not much of a breakfast eater so I have to put in a little effort.
(My smoothie was made with almond milk, half of a banana, one scoop of protein powder, one tablespoon of maca, a generous handful of fresh spinach, raspberries, strawberries, and a heaping spoonful of cooked steel cut oatmeal.
I make smoothies frequently, but the ingredients vary depending on what I have on hand.
They always include at least one helping of a green “leafy” vegetable, and they always include some type of fruit.)
I thought about the fact it’s now February, which is the beginning of strawberry season.
Just yesterday, I saw workers in the strawberry fields harvesting berries.
Then I thought about how my life is now vs. how it was even a few months ago.
I made mental notes of things I feel I’m doing “right” and those I’m failing miserably at.
Why is it so difficult to “fix” myself?
OK, go ahead and laugh.
It seems like I always have so many areas I need to improve on.
Also, it seems like if I make an improvement in one area of my life,
I fall behind in another.
For instance, I’ve had trouble adjusting to cooking for ONE when for so many years I’ve cooked for FIVE.
Gradually, I’m learning to adapt.
Once a week I make a batch of steel cut oatmeal I can use for breakfasts throughout the week.
Sometimes I boil eggs – they’re handy for quick meals on the run.
I experiment with recipes I can use easily as leftovers for a second or third meal.
Next, my eyes wandered to my One Line A Day journal and I felt proud I’ve continued to write one sentence per day since January 1st.
I’m exercising more – mainly because my travel schedule has calmed down enough to permit me the time.
Still, I’m not exercising ENOUGH.
Paul Newman tweaks my arm back into place once a week.
I’m contemplating whether I need to find someone else to work on it/me also?
It just seems like once a week is not quite enough … my body begins rebelling at the three to five day point.
(But at the same time, I like having my schedule more open with only one PT appointment per week.)
I accomplished a whopping THREE reps of an arm exercise on Tuesday.
I felt both proud and ashamed.
Ashamed because it’s so pathetic to only be able to do three of anything.
Proud because it’s progress … however pathetic my rate of progress might be.
I spent a few moments contemplating what next steps are needed for various photography clients.
By then it was time to get on with my day.
My mental checklist looked like this:
• Healthy eating — pretty good
• Journaling — one line a day
• Cooking For One — getting better
• Exercise — improving, but never enough
• Physical Therapy — making progress (But might need some type of supplement?)
• Photography Projects for Clients — In various stages of progress, but all shaping up nicely.
Not a bad start to my day, but I added an additional to-do to my list …
Very soon, I need to plan out my travel schedule for the next few months.