the best i can
while cleaning up from dinner/fielding diabetes pages at 8:30 pm last night, guilt mounting because i hadn’t fit in the studying that i wanted to, it dawned on me that maybe i can’t do it all. and, more importantly, perhaps it’s not because i’m lazy or not organizing things right or budgeting my time appropriately. the truth is that there are a finite number of hours in the day, and i really have been trying the best i can to fit everything in.
and really, that’s all anyone can ask of me.
my fairy godmother (or so i’ve decided) posted a timely entry last night about being judgmental — not only in regard to others, but with respect to herself. i think that those of us who are attracted to something like the resolution-filled happiness project tend to be a perfectionism-oriented bunch to begin with. and sometimes we all probably just need to chill and forgive ourselves for being (gasp!) normal.
i don’t necessarily think it’s a bad thing to have goals for each day; i just want myself to know that not completing them all doesn’t mean i deserve a big fat F on my own personal report card, or even a B-minus.
i am putting a great deal of energy, thought, and life into my work right now, and working long hours while making time for the few outside things that are most important to me. maybe it’s the sleep deprivation talking, but i’m going to go ahead and award myself an
oh, and these shoes, too.
workout: 4 miles on the TM, 0.5% incline, 9:13/mi pace
clean eating cookthrough: i liked the ‘good meat as accent’, mark bittman-esque vibe of this recipe for cavatappi with spinach-ricotta pesto and (just a touch of) filet mignon.
quality (local, grass-fed) filet does not come cheap . . .
and about this super-easy end-product. i have been so impressed with the recipes in the magazine that we’ve gone through so far! i am going to have to award clean eating an A as well.