I had a solid week. One solid week of exercising every day, controlling my eating...and then it snowed.

We got three feet of snow. Three. Feet. Where I live, that meant that snow plows couldn't make it through and we had to use back hoes. That also meant I couldn't leave my house for two days. I wished for snow shoes, but without them, my only exercise was shoveling snow. I watched too much bad TV and slept too much. And when life got somewhat back to normal, it took through the weekend to get control again.

But I was back to the gym on Monday. And I cooked Monday and Tuesday and have been eating leftovers since. I thought about it as "getting back to normal."

Except that it hasn't been my normal. At least, not for the past several months.

But I want it to be my normal. I want to default to working out most days and cooking and eating vegetables. I want to naturally stop eating when I'm full and watch very little TV and read just a little before I go to bed at night.

Right now, I am still habit (re)forming. But I have my eye on the new normal.