Mickey says she wants a blog . . .
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
and how could I say no?
Sparkers forgive me for I have sinned. It has been several months since I last tracked my nutrition and exercise--but it's nowhere nearly that long since I applied the lessons learned or visited the gym (which is the only way I managed to make it through the holidays without a great deal of self-recrimination). The good news (for me) is that even though I've leapt off the wagon once or twice--with both feet--I've climbed back on again. I even made the chicken paprikash recipe posted on Spark the other day (tweaked it a little, but just by adding fresh mushrooms and using Uncle Ben's brown rice). I enjoyed it!
(I think next time I am going to make a version of chicken a la king--which I haven't had in years--using the same basic recipe but adding some peas and carrots.) My main problem is not having enough hours in the day--and having a coworker with a preschool-age child who insists on coming to work sick, because he doesn't want to use up his vacation time (instead, he makes me use mine). I've tried to tell him that what young people get over in a day or two lasts much longer for us older folks, but as it is with many millennials, it's all about him--and he keeps doing it. I've been coughing for months, and had some sort of respiratory infection since before Christmas (I just finished the antibiotics that made it go away). I have a hard enough time dragging myself to the gym when I'm feeling well--but when I'm not . . .
I do wish this season (whatever it is) would decide what it wants to be when it grows up. I was slipping on ice in the parking lot yesterday--but I took the dogs for a nice long (and very comfortable) walk in short sleeves this afternoon (it's over 70 degrees here today, and will be in the mid-70s tomorrow!!). I just turned the A/C on. There is no global warming. There is no global warming. There is no global warming.
(I know, because Dubya told me so.)