It just feels good...
It's been a pretty good week. The January thaw has allowed me to clean up after my doggie out in the back yard and revealed to me that I gotta work harder on quitting smoking and definitely buy an ashtray instead of flipping butts all over the back yard. I'm trying again to quit. I've cut down a lot on smoking but I've noticed my weight creeping back up too. I feel better after gaining a little bit of the weight back but I'm keeping my 36" pants no matter what this time!
Even if it means moving the exercise equipment from the garage back into the house and starting to use it.
No, THIS time, I mean it.
I decided to clean out the fridge this afternoon. I had good intentions over the holidays of making this or that goodie or dessert. I never quite got around to it and some things were getting ready to expire like eggs and cream cheese. There was a graham cracker crust left over too from a pie I was going to make for Miss June and never got around to doing it. Let's see, graham cracker crust, eggs, cream cheese....yup, as I type this there are two made-from-scratch (except for the crusts) raspberry swirl cheesecakes baking in the oven. None of this phony jell-o, whipped toping stuff. I'm going for the real thing. If I'd been thinking, I would have made two different flavors but didn't buy any key limes. Key lime is my favorite cheesecake flavor at the Cheesecake Factory.
On top of that, when the cheesecakes are done, there will be a pot roast for dinner. I was feeling in the mood to get back in the kitchen today. I haven't done much cooking in the last year and it's something I like to do. The immigrant has rearranged my kitchen, though, and sometimes finding things is an adventure. A fer-instance was that I knew we had one pie crust, so I bought a shortbread crust to go with the one I knew we had. A quick phone call revealed that the pie crust was sharing space in the cupboard where the only other food item is a can of coffee.
Hey, at least she knew where it was. She uses the kitchen more than me these days, so, what the heck?
It feels good to start doing things again; having a sense of accomplishment instead of just going through the motions. Life was pretty hard last year but it's getting better every single day this year. There are going to be challenges to be faced but this year, for some reason, I have a sense of well-being and no worry; that things will work out. I'm doing my part by trying to take care of things around here a little more, take a little more responsibility for little things like doing my own laundry and making dinners. I do the dishes more. June and I tussle (it's all in good nature) about her doing everything and I have to sometimes remind her that I NEED to do these things for myself. I don't think she likes my time-table of WHEN I'll do these things. I'm working on that, too.
I got so used to everything just being done at home before that I never helped out much. I just assumed it would get done instead of it needing to be done. I think the wife didn't understand I didn't do this on purpose but you get into bad habits and sometimes, they're hard to break. I'm working on trying to change that behavior and trying not to wear my shoes in the house. They're hard habits to break, much like smoking is. It's easy to get caught up in your worries and troubles and just forget to do simple things like pay the bills. That's tomorrow's chore.
It sounds kind of silly I guess to be happy about these simple things, but it doesn't take much these days to make me happy.
Well, gotta run for today.... the cheesecakes are done and the roast is next in the oven!
Even if it means moving the exercise equipment from the garage back into the house and starting to use it.
No, THIS time, I mean it.
I decided to clean out the fridge this afternoon. I had good intentions over the holidays of making this or that goodie or dessert. I never quite got around to it and some things were getting ready to expire like eggs and cream cheese. There was a graham cracker crust left over too from a pie I was going to make for Miss June and never got around to doing it. Let's see, graham cracker crust, eggs, cream cheese....yup, as I type this there are two made-from-scratch (except for the crusts) raspberry swirl cheesecakes baking in the oven. None of this phony jell-o, whipped toping stuff. I'm going for the real thing. If I'd been thinking, I would have made two different flavors but didn't buy any key limes. Key lime is my favorite cheesecake flavor at the Cheesecake Factory.
On top of that, when the cheesecakes are done, there will be a pot roast for dinner. I was feeling in the mood to get back in the kitchen today. I haven't done much cooking in the last year and it's something I like to do. The immigrant has rearranged my kitchen, though, and sometimes finding things is an adventure. A fer-instance was that I knew we had one pie crust, so I bought a shortbread crust to go with the one I knew we had. A quick phone call revealed that the pie crust was sharing space in the cupboard where the only other food item is a can of coffee.
Hey, at least she knew where it was. She uses the kitchen more than me these days, so, what the heck?
It feels good to start doing things again; having a sense of accomplishment instead of just going through the motions. Life was pretty hard last year but it's getting better every single day this year. There are going to be challenges to be faced but this year, for some reason, I have a sense of well-being and no worry; that things will work out. I'm doing my part by trying to take care of things around here a little more, take a little more responsibility for little things like doing my own laundry and making dinners. I do the dishes more. June and I tussle (it's all in good nature) about her doing everything and I have to sometimes remind her that I NEED to do these things for myself. I don't think she likes my time-table of WHEN I'll do these things. I'm working on that, too.
I got so used to everything just being done at home before that I never helped out much. I just assumed it would get done instead of it needing to be done. I think the wife didn't understand I didn't do this on purpose but you get into bad habits and sometimes, they're hard to break. I'm working on trying to change that behavior and trying not to wear my shoes in the house. They're hard habits to break, much like smoking is. It's easy to get caught up in your worries and troubles and just forget to do simple things like pay the bills. That's tomorrow's chore.
It sounds kind of silly I guess to be happy about these simple things, but it doesn't take much these days to make me happy.
Well, gotta run for today.... the cheesecakes are done and the roast is next in the oven!
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