It is a new year. I asked someone recently which came first: man's concept of time, or immortality?
Time must have come first. Interesting to imagine or know how that developed.
I have a list of stuff to do this week. On Monday, I am already way behind. But I have six more days.
I used to be a list person. I still am.
I just don't always get it done on the day I scheduled. Maybe, as I keep this going, I will get back to being on time.
So far, to the gym twice, once to sing. Good. Now do more. Yes, I hope to lose weight, too, but I targeted the two areas of well-being I wasn't attending. Figure if I've got these two going, I will be more active, eat better, and get healthier. Weight comes off when it comes off. Sure will be happy when it does.
A whole, new, 12-month year. What a treasure.
I've written down stuff to do. Maybe I need to write down goals. Just writing it down and getting some of it done covers most of it.
But I wouldn't mind the applause when I lose the first 5 pounds.