Blogging, I have decided, is a lot like dieting. At least it is for me. That is to say that I wake up and think “Today I need to work out/start eating better / write that blog post I’ve been thinking about.” Then the conversation goes on (with myself of course) that I can “wait until tomorrow / this afternoon / next week when I don’t have as much to do / have a deadline / or when I feel better. ” Sound familiar? (Please at least nod your head so I don’t feel like the only one with these excuses.)
I got up this morning feeling pretty good. (For those who don’t know my story, I have three lovely auto-immune disorders that like to pretend they are the boss of me on a regular basis. So there are many mornings when I feel more like crawling back into bed rather than strapping on my walking shoes and heading for the park. ) Yes, this morning was different. But… You knew there was a but, right? But…my walking shoes were caked with mud. And I hate dirty shoes. Hate, hate, hate. See, I got sort of shanghaied into helping clean up a friend’s yard. (Read here: my husband dragged me along and I couldn’t write out in the sun and can never just sit and watch, so up I went. Personally I think he does this on purpose. At any rate, I could barely walk the next day and loss the use of both thumbs for the rest of the week, but my friend’s yard looks great! )
Now, back to this morning and the dirty shoes. It was over 80 degrees at 7:30 when I took the Boy to summer school. A walk in the park was out of the question. A work out in the house was not going to happen either. I’ve already mentioned that my shoes are dirty . Were dirty. I took a rag, 14 paper towels, and an old toothbrush and scrubbed them until all the mud was gone. But it’s not the same. I want new walking shoes. Am I insane? Probably. But my once pristine babies are now a cleaned-up, slightly stained version of what they once were. Can I get new shoes? Not right now.
So tomorrow, I’ll put them on–now clean and really none the worse for wear despite my OCD tendencies where dirty shoes are concerned–and I’ll once again vow to start dieting / eating right / working out / and blogging. But just in case, one of my awesome auto-immunes decides to show itself and a work-out is not an option, I wrote this blog. There’s one thing off my to-do list.