This is me adulting, as the kids put it. I hate oatmeal. No, really, I hate oatmeal. This hatred is so intense that my holiday gift to myself last year was not consuming it for two weeks. But the new year has arrived, and I have to get back on a healthier diet.
I also have to stop being so sedentary. Edward and I did a one-mile mall walk yesterday, and today (weather permitting) I'm going to do one mile around the neighborhood.* I was doing pretty well with this last year until NaNoWriMo started and I chained myself to the computer for the last weeks of 2020. Also, with no dogs in the house I never go outside anymore. As a result my neck and back are really giving me grief now, so exercise is a must.
I don't think of these things as New Year's resolutions. It's what should be my 24/7 self-maintenance, really. I know how I should be eating. I know I need to get my butt out of this chair. Wanting to hasn't been happening lately. It's like the way writing was last year. It feels hopeless. Only I know it isn't, and I'd like to feel better rather than worse.
So, oatmeal attitude now. Do what I must, and think of it as good rather than awful or hateful or hopeless. I might not like the way it tastes, but it will be good for me.
*Added: Just did that mile with my guy. Nice day to walk, too.
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I did a two month trial of the Peloton app. We'll see if I can find some good exercise routines to do daily on that. I had a great exercise video I used to do and felt wonderful but lost it in the move out here and can't remember the guy's name. And walking is out for me here. I'd take the dog walking, but we live on a 55mph road and while it's not heavy traffic by any means, it's just too scary for me with no sidewalks and only the shoulder. So I have a treadmill. Which I hope to use again this year.
It's been cold the last few days so I've been a slug. There's some digging and moving of dirt in my near future though, just as soon as the wind stops being so bitey.