Monday, November 29, 2010
Back to reality
Whew. Waking up this morning was a bit rough, eh? I don't know what it is about little breaks, but my body seems to adjust to sleeping in much more quickly than it transitions back into the daily grind. Unfortunately (fortunately?) my alarm clock was there, ever faithfully, to remind me that it was time to awake at 6 a.m. You know, before the sun rose.
Regardless of the cold snap to reality this morning, Thanksgiving was wonderful. We spent a lot of time driving (and even in the rain at some points, bleck) but enjoyed the opportunity to soak in some quality family time and fill our bellies with plenty of turkey, stuffing and pie. More than once. It was delightful, and after losing a few pounds during recovery from my recent surgery, much needed.
Speaking of which, I finally realized what the doctor meant when she told me that I should return to exercise when I "felt like myself again." It seemed like a funny thing to say, but I knew exactly what she meant when the bright sun seared through my eyelids and woke me up on Friday morning: I was me again. Not a slow-moving, ouch-everything-hurts-ing, lets-just-sit-on-the-couch-please cranky pants. It took 9 days. I have slowly returned to my routine, which makes me feel even more like myself. I even joined my husband for a rousing P90X routine last night, which has left me feeling some serious muscle soreness today. It's good to be back.
It's also good to be back to cleaning, baking, Christmas decorating and enjoying the little things-ing. Like a glass of red wine and a slice of butterscotch cheesecake, made from scratch. Or, a warm mug of green tea and the "good blanket." (Yes, there is such a thing. There's a good blanket, which is a quilt, and the mediocre blanket, which is small and not cozy.) It's good to have those things back, too.