Wow Slackin Already!

Though to be fair, I went consecutive days there longer than I have on pretty much any initiative to date, with the exception of not dying. Got slammed busy at work (and no, I didn't use that as an excuse to eat cake and not say so, and yes, the thought did cross my mind, and okay I might have put my finger to the frosting ...guilt face... but that was mostly for the satisfaction of knowing that I touched things that other people were eating hahahahahah)--not even time to Wii it this week. I even had to cut out the Leap Day afternoon of volunteering to accommodate last minute schedule changes and all kinds of important-ish meetings. *le sigh*

So today is a new day. A March day. March as in forward as in spring has sprung and the grass is riz. Though yesterday's gorgeousness melted beneath pelting rain and interminable drizzle, today everything looks a bit more right in the world (as viewed from MyWindow(TM)), albeit cloudy and grey. Today is yoga day! And probably other stuff day too. So far that's been "more work" day and "floss my teeth" day and "empty the kitchen sink and play with the garbage disposal" day. And wow does my elbow hurt! (Not from the garbage disposal, however, in case you were worried).

Conversation yesterday with Sparkles and the Rose-a-ma-toes veered toward thoughts on emotional relationships with food, and admiration for a co-worker whose apparent general dismissal of food as something not to be bothered with has inspired us in some ways to be more aware. Granted, there's also a gluten allergy at play there, so perhaps acceptance of food falls out of the realm of our interactions... I'm not a hater, but I do understand the need for self-control (understanding and having being two different things, but definitely working their way to the same place) and awareness--what am I putting in me for fuel and how does it affect me physically, mentally, emotionally. Of course after that chat, I decided to forego most of my intended lunch and be satisfied with a filling fruity drink instead. (No, it wasn't margarita Friday or anything--I'm through with the boozin).

Well back to the workin for a bit... Maybe there will be food later. Or maybe I'll fast. Or slow. Or sleep some more.