
Once I fall into the Ditch of Little Effort I find it hard to get back to my more energetic life. The ditch is comfy and warm and…..well, fat-producing.
So I think I need a plan starting right now.
Porridge for breakfast – with yoghourt and blueberries – cooked on the stove and not the microwave.
Soup for lunch – there’s a butternut squash, onion and 2 potatoes in the cupboard under the sink just waiting for that destiny.
Dinner….turkey chilli I think – a batch should last a couple of days. Black beans, peppers and onions are already in the cupboard.
And some fruit. I’ll buy some oranges. Oranges are not good fruit for the lazy. Anyone living in the Ditch of Little Effort will not want to be bothered with the peeling palaver.
And I will walk today – as I’m not going to the city or waiting for the oven repairman, I’m going to walk along the seawall and maybe get a cup of tea at the local cafe.
So that’s a plan.
I can also:
- go in search of Christmas decorations in the basement
- clear out all the old baking supplies in my mom’s cupboards and replace with new
- start the gingerbread house – but not buy the candy until ready to glue them on to the house
- sort books and take them to the thrift shop
- send the hundreds of begging letters back to their senders with a little note that the man they’re asking for money has been dead almost a year
I wish I could be more philosophical this morning and say wise things about losing weight and keeping it off, but, when I’m mired in laziness, the only way forward is a plan. And it has to be in writing or it will dissipate in a sea of vague notions about what I ought to be doing.
Till tomorrow. M.
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