Woman of Action

That was my New Year's Resolution. Become a woman of action.

I think it is a good one for me, it came about after this conversation with *ahem* a good friend:

Him: "I am a man of action"

Me: "I am a woman of lists."

Eek. I have things and places I want to do and see but I felt like I was s l o w l y becoming comfortable. Life isn't comfortable. It isn't supposed to be. Likening it to food, I don't want to eat plain oatmeal every morning. Nope, I like cinnamon, blueberries a little flax seed and make those steel cut oats thank you. Life is supposed to be spicy and juicy. Let's all be honest, we dream of a life worth being gossiped about. Whether it is our awesome job or our latest adventure overseas or even our random encounters at the grocery store. We want something to talk about.

So I am making these things happen.

And whenever I forget I am reminded "That was the old Destiny, the new Destiny is a Woman of Action."

Thank you.

*Making it happen moment of the week: I started Calc. II and I rearranged my room. I felt I needed new perspective.

Oooh I love running.

Anyone that really knows me may be a little shocked by the title of this post. I generally say I don't like it at all. 2 marathons, a half and a few relay's under my belt and I still could take it or leave it. Before my run. Afterwards though I am all hopped up on endorphins and I think to myself "that was great."

It's been a long week. Taxes, lobbying, Calc II, lack of sleep, life and simple carbs.

But I have been running. And it feels good.

This morning's run was frigid (24 degrees?) but lovely. Jenny is my running partner and she is a peach. She is faster than me, so she pushes me in a "you can do it" sort of way. She is consistent and always at my door at 6:30. On off days, I try to get up, and my body refuses to leave my bed before it is absolutely necessary. Forget morning workouts. But with Jenny there, I just can't let her down. And she lets me talk. I mean, we both talk, but she is a great listener. It is nice to get in some early morning therapy and exercise at the same time.

So today, I love running.

Simple Carbs

My stomach hurts.

I went a few days (it was supposed to be a week, but who is counting?) without anything processed and then I caved. And by caved I mean I have been eating anything with simple carbs in sight. I just really like them and it has been a long week and I have been doing taxes. So don't judge.

I began this morning with a run and the thought "Eat healthy all day!" I did really well until the drive home and a few cookies that were left in the glove compartment. And then it went downhill fast. And now my stomach isn't singing me the same praises my tastebuds are. Well even the tastebuds might be overwhelmed.

Yeah, I keep (well kept) cookies in the car, in case of emergency, you never know when you are going to get stuck in your car, but really they were left in the car so they wouldn't tempt me while at home or in the office. Maybe I should take the bus. Or not buy cookies.

Or print here that sweets are off limits for a week. My tummy will thank me.