I should compost year round.
The reality: it’s too cold in our lovely winters. A banana peel placed in the bin in December will still look like a banana peel in April.
The end result: I feel mildly guilty throwing away coffee grounds, orange peels, and other biodegradables. Sigh.
I should have taken my own bags to the bookstore last weekend.
The reality: I didn’t. I had the bags sitting out on my dresser, and then I got caught up in my search for gift cards. I left without the cloth bags.
The end result: I left without the cloth bags. I realized it when we were checking out. Fortunately, I only needed one plastic bag. All in all, that’s not bad, but I really intend to make a habit of turning down the one-use plastics.
I should be exercising regularly.
The reality: I’m not. I was all set to start and then I got sick.
The end result: This too shall pass. Amigo has set a goal of exercising weekly, and I’m going to join him. Just — not today.
I should be eating healthier foods.
The reality: I’m feeling lousy and reaching for comfort.
The end result: I continue to pretend that lemon bars have enough vitamin C to have some nutritional value.
I should be resting and drinking herbal tea.
The reality: I’m wasting time blogging and drinking diet orange soda.
The end result: liquids are liquids, and they’ll help rehydrate my aching body and drippy nose. (More than you wanted to know, eh?)
Knowing that Husband missed three days of work with this virus, I should have made sub plans in advance.
The reality: Monday is a relatively easy day with a decent amount of prep time. I used my time to write sub plans for Tuesday and rest then.
The end result: It’s true. I saw the doc on Tuesday, and she told me I’d be sick for the week. Maybe I should have … no, let’s not start that again. I think I’ll reach for more ice water and yogurt.