Simba caught napping in the dish rack. Click to enlarge.
I baked myself some biscuits just now. I just discovered Jiffy Mix, which I suppose is like Bisquick, only cheaper. (Never tried Bisquick, so that's just an educated guess.) I can make fresh biscuits by adding enough skim milk to make a nice doughy batter, spooning out a few globs onto a cookie sheet and baking for twelve minutes or so. To be enjoyed any number of ways. Today it's with smart balance buttery spread and Smucker's Strawberry Jam. And more skim milk.
I'm pretty sure that I'm losing weight, mostly because I've been walking ten thousand steps nearly every day. The pedometer is a marvelous invention. You can't beat it for making exercise easy and palatable. You wear the pedometer on your belt, and you can break up the task any way you like, and perform it anywhere, and any time. If I'm waiting for someone to pick me up, I can just walk up and down the street, and every step is added to my running total for the day, and I'm putting the time to good use. Ten thousand steps is supposed to be about five and a half miles, a formidable amount of exercise, but the flexibility and ease of measuring allow me to succeed in reaching my goal more days than not. I'm feeling strong and alive.
I felt depressed and lonely earlier this week, but I realized that was just because I had started seriously blogging, and the realization about why I was depressed made me feel better. The discipline of writing and publishing daily is exactly what I need to be doing right now, but putting my weak little words and opinions out there for a reading audience of approximately zero feels incredibly lonely. Now that I understand where the feeling comes from, I know that the only cure is simply to keep doing it until the feeling goes away. The commitment to publish daily means that nearly everything I post will be imperfect, and it turns out that the acceptance of imperfection is a kind of discipline in and of itself. You write, you edit, you let it go-- and it doesn't change the world, but you move forward. I've always had a problem with moving forward.
