LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. —
Back to school has also prompted me to resume my goal of flossing every single morning. My husband is great at this, but in the summer, with my stepdaughter sleeping in late, sometimes I’d just give a quick brush and then head to the garden. But now, no more.
Tonight, I also plan on recommitting myself to pump class at the gym. I’m not sure if it’s back to school that’s motivating this or just the fact that I found my triceps wagging like turkey wattles in an especially gusty wind the other day. Either way, it’s something that clearly needs to be done. Do I like pump class? Not very much, no. I mean, it’s OK once I get there, but, oh, the things I’d rather do instead of going are endless: watch Real Housewives. Bake bread. Eat bread. Eat cheese with bread. Play solitaire. Weed the garden. Water the plants. Sometimes even mopping the floor seems like more fun (not a lot more, mind you).
But then I get there and the teacher is always in a good mood and I’m surrounded by women whose triceps don’t flap and I think, “This isn’t so bad.” So that’s my goal tonight. To be able to tell myself that while my thighs are screaming from 10,000 squats.
Spice drawer, another area that will be tackled in my life. This morning I found myself trying to stuff the cinnamon back into its space with such effort the jar of coriander blew out the other end like 10 little monkeys rolling over in the bed. I have a bit of a fear of getting to the end of a recipe and realizing I’m out of chili powder or red pepper flakes so I often buy more than I need — especially when I have a juicy coupon to use. But then when I can’t find the jar I was using, I open up another and, well obviously, chaos ensues. But this afternoon, I’m going to get to those spices, amalgamate and alphabetize and make things as orderly as they can get.