There is a sense of serenity when I pause to consider my simplicity. I look around the apartment from where I write this post and am pleased with what I see. I am in a very good place. I feel good. Things are running smoothly. Frankly, I am not even thinking much about things these days. I am merely living. 🙂
Despite the good feeling about all this I have, there is one glaring area that has not been simplified. Broadly, it would be my health. Specifically, my food.
It is odd that this is the one area that is not efficient. Famously, in 2011 I did a massive weight loss. Again, 2018 saw a big loss after weight gain. At the very beginning of COVID, I ate cleanly and was well on my way to straightening things out. Then a stall. I wasn’t too concerned. I was confident that once I moved and I got into a routine, all would work itself out.
I’m there. Routine is set. Food has been simplified. Weight has come on. Part of it is that steak every night grew tiresome. I then would dine out every weekend when the children came . . . or eat the junk food I purchased for them . . . or both. Then I just starting taking myself out. Then soda came back. Then it’s been just a mess.
Loathing new year’s resolutions, I decided to bite the bullet and begin today once again eating cleanly. It’ll go fine. The first hurdle will be next weekend when Fritz visits. I will purchase dine-in food for him so I can eat my food at home. He won’t like it, but it’ll be a start. I need to begin paring back anyhow in preparation of living off less money in retirement.
Should we find ourselves out and about, I suck it up and get him the fast food.
Lots of my thoughts on food has waned. I am not doing duck confit, Steak Diane, etc. Food can be fuel and nothing else for me.
It has begun. There’s the physical activity component of health to address as well, but one thing at a time.