It was a better week -- a much better week.
NancyO asked about the progress of my 9-8-7 plan, linking to an article that reported substantial improvements in life satisfaction for people who ate 7 servings of produce a day. I don't doubt it for a minute. That was the 9 part of my plan, and though I haven't been hitting 9 every day (I'm good with 5 veggies, usually, but 4 fruits is harder), I see a real difference in my outlook and my energy level. In all of my past reform-the-diet plans I've been determined to add veggies and eradicate sugar, but this strategy of eating lots of produce and then having some chocolate if it sounds good feels much more sustainable.
The 7 part of 9-8-7 was about running 7 miles a week. This part of my plan was temporarily derailed by my sprained ankle, but it is healing and I am getting back out there. It feels great. I should do a running post -- I've been kicking one around in my head for a while.
The hardest part, much the hardest part, is getting into bed at 10:00. (I am giving myself a pass tonight because I caught a nap with Stella this afternoon.) It takes stern self-discipline, unexpectedly big discipline. It's worth it, but I have to work at it every single time.
The Pandora station I mentioned last week took me down an unexpected rabbit hole. I was struck by the Sugarland cover of Come On Get Higher, which led me to the Matt Nathanson original, and I've been listening to a ton of Matt Nathanson this week. I used to do this thing where I'd get obsessed with a particular song or album, and listen to it again and again until I knew every beat of it. Haven't done that in years but it's been fun to find a musician who catches my fancy -- so much so that I went out and bought new strings for my guitar.
I told the guy I wanted medium-weight strings and assumed it was a mistake when he rang up a package of lightweight instead. I asked him about it and he said, "Oh, you'll shred your fingers on medium-weight if you haven't been playing. And it might damage the neck of your guitar if you didn't have medium-weight strings on it before." But do you know, I am rock-solid certain that the ancient strings it is currently sporting are medium-weight, and they are my own dang fingers to shred. So I'm taking those suckers back this week to exchange for the ones I should have insisted on getting (I was in that post-confession naked and vulnerable state, but I will be firm on my return), and I'm going to play guitar and plant bulbs and finish that entrelac dice bag.
Out of minutes but I'll see if I can get that running post up in the next day or two...
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