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Preparation ..

Today I woke feeling awful.  Head cold, headache, just plain lousy.  I got up and drank water, and then diluted juice, two Tylenol and then more rest.  Lots of guilt accompanied that rest.  Should be running, should be doing, should be, should be should be.

But I didn't.

I rested.

And I honestly felt a bit better in a few hours.  More water, juice and not moving my head too quickly. That's what I get for listening to my body.



So in preparation for 2013 I thought I'd use this 'home' time to clean out and reorganize.  Christmas is put away, with Amazing Husband's help, outgrown clothes sorted through to make room for new ones in #1Daughter's closet ... deep breath.... and then onto laundry, dishwasher and the awful junk drawers!

Since I don't have the energy or enthusiasm for the grocery store today I took care to make a good list for tomorrow.  Meal planning, snack planning and ready to kick-off a healthy 2013 gave me the momentum to get that done.

I didn't run.

I didn't even break a sweat cleaning out the junk drawers or closet.  Oh well.  Tomorrow will be a better day.  And I'll be a better person for listening to my body, and pounding head today.  I'll spend the next couple of days writing down all that went right in 2012, and what I intend to accomplish in 2013.  I love the exercise of celebrating all that I loved, and even the anticipation of putting action to those intentions I'll write for next year!

More to come ...


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