...was a little unexpected. I didn't do as well with the whole food thing as I had planned (the road to hell being paved with, besides good intentions, perhaps buttered toast and sherry) but I didn't do that badly, and I did do unexpectedly well in other ways.
I went through all my SP profiles and teams, and signed up for some team goals. No, I didn't get the living room cleaned up, but I put new batteries in the Wii, sorted through the myriad cords and wires to get it going, and did all sorts of exercises on it - proving, once again, that my balance is completely pathetic, although I have excellent posture (win a few, lose a few.) I weighed and measured and did the fitness tests here on SP, too, and despite the horror of my hip measurement, got a Good to Excellent on the 3 minute step test. And the exercise, what there was of it - maybe half an hour - felt good!
I canceled a bunch of magazine subscriptions - I have a whole box of magazines I haven't even looked at, and I figure if I buy them on the newsstand and read the upcoming issues, I might consider subscribing again. In the meantime, it's one fewer thing to deal with (or feel guilty for ignoring.) I also decided that for every new book that comes into the house, I have to list one on Amazon to sell (I don't have to actually sell it - that part really isn't up to me - but I have to be willing to sell it.)
I did all my usual stuff - feeding the critters, feeding the people, filling the furnace, etc., all in record time and in good humor. I even paid a few bills without flinching. Oh, and that sturdy little spider that showed up on my computer when I was writing earlier - I didn't squish him or put him outdoors where he would undoubtedly freeze. I put him down an air vent to the cellar - an action that I'll probably come to regret when he's eight times his current size, but it seemed a decent compromise meanwhile.
it's difficult for me to distinguish between "being easy on myself" because I honestly have been through a lot in the last couple of years, and not asking enough of myself to lift myself out of my doldrums. I'm still trying to find that balance, and the tipping point shifts from one day to another. To make it more complicated, I've had varying degrees of clinical depression for decades, and sorting out what is bereavement and/or empty nest feelings - real things that need to be dealt with in a healthy way - vs. depression, an unhealthy animal that needs to be handled quite differently, is a real challenge.
But the best news is that I gathered my courage and called a local business about an idea I had last summer - and they're excited about it and I have a chance to present the details in two weeks. I've been worried about what I was going to do for a living, and have been taking every suggestion from hay farmer to phone sex worker (a friend's niece put herself through college that way) but this idea was all mine, and it looks good. Details another day, but it's legal, ethical, practical and horticultural.
I view SP not so much a place to lose weight and gain fitness, but as a place to get one's life together, with an emphasis on health. To that end, I did maintain an awareness of what I was eating, I did move more, and I made some real and positive steps toward getting a functioning life again. All things considered, a successful day.
Hope yours was good, too.
PS: The insurance thing is complicated, but basically my husband died five weeks short of the two year minimum for automatic payout. Under two years, the insurance company does a big investigation, and despite the fact that my husband died of liver cancer unrelated to his other liver problems (and I have that on good authority from Mt Sinai in NYC), the insurance company seems to feel that I answered questions untruthfully. I maintain that I didn't - I answered exactly what they asked, without elaborating and providing information for which they did not ask - and thus the lawyers, guns and money (a nod to an old Warren Zevon song.)