It’s Valentine’s Day again and just because I’m married now and with a wonderful person doesn’t change a thing about the way I feel about this fake-ass holiday. I’ve historically taken this day as an opportunity to rant about that. But I’m more mature now and past ranting about the ridiculousness of a holiday dedicated to showing the people you care about that you love them. There are 364 other days of the year to do that too. This holiday is so wasteful. Oooops.. maybe I’m not as mature as I think. 😜
In other news, it’s -8 degrees outside and apparently my body is rebelling by having a fever. I woke all achy and congested and sure enough my temp is 99.6. That just means today’s post will probably be short because I don’t know how long I can walk. Yes.. walking with aches and a fever right now. Hoping it will help me feel better, but I’m already exhausted and I’ve only been at it (slower pace today, 2.5 mph) for about 20 minutes.
It’s all good. I suppose with the sub zero temps outside it’s a good day to camp out on the couch all day. Maybe we can find a show to binge watch or I can read those books I’m always looking at stacked on the end table.
I’ve already done my typical Sunday stats accounting and turns out I had a pretty good week. My sleep has improved, I meditated 5 days, my mood was positive, and I’m currently on a 14 day step streak. Though today might be the day that gets broken.
I’m not going to waste any energy setting up my plans for the coming week right now, mostly because I don’t have the energy to spare. I’m actually thinking this is going to be it for treadmill time today. Trying to walk while feeling ill is no joke.
Peace and love (everyday and not just today), ❤️❤️❤️
PS. If you want the musings and rants from this day in history, here’s all I’ve got on public record: