I hope that blog title isn’t supposed to mean anything. If it does, I haven’t a clue what.
I’m a little behind schedule today–we’re getting lots of snow and a grocery-store visit seemed to be in order–and one thing led to another. Well, you know how that goes. 🙂
The book is going well and so is the new eating program–I’m back in my favorite jeans, after only 10 days, which HAS to be a good sign. Weighing is against the rules until after the 21st day, though, so I’ll have to be content with whatever progress I can rummage up during the wait. Since I understand how the program works, I’ve been tempted to skip the next 11 days and go on from there, but I won’t let myself do that. Every time I think I know what I’m doing and plunge ahead with something like this, I find out I’ve given myself a little too much credit and get into trouble. So it’s one step, then another. I want this to WORK, and that means hanging in there. Because of the nature of the plan, I know it’s something I can do from now on, so it’s worth doing it right in the first place.
Weather like this makes me want to cook soup, so I bought one of those beans/lentils combos at the supermarket this morning, though I haven’t tossed them into the kettle yet. Fortunately, bean soup is okay on the Food Lover’s Program, as are most whole foods. As I’ve said, I miss my nightly glass of wine, but I’ll be able to have it again when the 21 days are up.
Haven’t seen the wild turkeys in a while–I wonder if they hibernate. They must go someplace to get out of the storm, because as soon as it warms up a little, they show up again.
The horses are loving the snow–yesterday, Coco and Banjo decided they felt like running wildly from one side of the pasture to the other, and what a spectacular sight that was. Few things are more beautiful, in my opinion, than horses running for the sheer joy of it.
Well, that’s a wrap for today.
Tomorrow, we’ll draw our winners for the last contest.
Be safe, be warm, and be kind. You never know how much difference a gentle word or a smile might make to someone.
About Linda
The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West.
Raised in Northport, Washington, Linda pursued her wanderlust, living in London and Arizona and traveling the world before returning to the state of her birth to settle down on a horse property outside Spokane.
