It’s 1:30 A.M. I should be asleep, but I can’t.
I somehow found myself in front of the computer- something that rarely happens these days, unless it’s for work. Heaven knows this book business is no way to make a living.
I was TRYING to design the cover of my newest book, but it’s proving harder to create the cover than the content. And so I digress…
What have you been up to with COVID? Finding that your nights bleed into your days as well? Strange times, my friends.
About 5 weeks ago, I decided it was the best time to really concentrate on my health. I mean, what better is there to do when you don’t want to go out into public spaces where people don’t have the common courtesy to wear something over their mouths?
So I set a goal for myself as I tend to do when another has been completed. I just thought I’m going to lose half of myself. I got up early and started walking. A week or so in, I started running, but while my mind was there, my body was not. A calf went down. A hip went down. And I finally got the message.
I’m now just walking at least 2 miles a day, often days more but that’s my minimum. I’ve cut carbs like I would toxic men. Here now in month one, down 20 pounds. Pretty satisfied with that start.
I grew my own garden this year, which helped. I have developed a love for cucumber-tomato salad for breakfast now. A little red wine vinegar, some kalamatas, and some feta cheese – yes, please.
For those of you that follow our instagram page, #the4thAvenueFarmhouse has also showcases quite a few renovations lately. I figure if I stay busy remodeling bathrooms and figuring out tasty ways to cut as many carbs out of my life as I can, I hopefully won’t lose my mind.