Not a Complete Success, But Goonies Never Say Die

Happy January 2nd! I wouldn't call day 1 a success on the resolution front, but it wasn't a complete and utter failure.

Food wise, I didn't make bad choices until the evening, where I got lazy. My stomach growled once setting off irrational alarm bells, suggesting starvation. To save my own life, I fed the gnarling beast a can of black olives, two pieces of pizza, and a Godiva chocolate from one of my Christmas gifts. There may have been some cheese and crackers as I reclined on the couch watching Golden Girls and soaking in the nostalgia of my youth and Betty White. I don't consider food / diet a failure unless I give up. And I most certainly am not giving up. I'm back on the horse and trying again this morning. Granted it’s an old horse that can do no more than walk in a circle and it’s smaller than most. Okay. It’s a Shetland pony on it’s last petting zoo tour.

In my defense, I drank more water than a normal day, I’ll refrain from reporting what that means in terms of the daily required amount, but more than I drink on any given day. Also, I spent 10 minutes fumbling in the cupboard above the stove grasping at bottles to find the six or so pills I need to take daily. This is likely where most of my water intake came into play.

After some toast, “lightly” buttered, for breakfast I cleaned the kitchen. Nothing exciting there except when I moved onto the dining room. The table appears to be built with a collapsible leaf, but after some tugging and pulling, short of breaking the damn contraption, I realized for one reason or another, it is not capable of collapsing. So I moved on from there.

In between my slow cleaning, I made lunch with my daughter. I’m so proud of myself. Instead of making two boxes of spiral macaroni because the spirals always seem to make less than other versions, I stuck with one. I ate half of it, but it really didn’t make more than maybe a cup and a half, so I challenge you to not eat half of that box.

Sadly, after those few things that I had done…hadn’t even made it to the living room, Kevin was home from work. Wow! I need better time management. Lucky for me, I have the next couple of days off from my own job, so maybe I’ll accomplish more.

I’m hoping to clean the Livingroom and bathrooms, work on my model dollhouse, put laundry away, watch some Cobra Kai and ignore the lying gurgle, whispering of a fatal collapse from starvation, and stick with my food plan. I guess we will find out tomorrow, as I can already hear the deceitful creature beginning to emerge.