Yeah, it turns out I have a LOT of different muscles in my body. Many of them hurt today, particularly the upper body ones that are accustomed to a default posture of "crouching toward the computer keyboard like a gargoyle."
I think I'll be fine for tomorrow morning's yoga class, but for now I'm slathered in Icy Hot. (While searching to make sure that menthol was really the main smelly ingredient in Icy Hot, I ran across an article entitled, "Why masturbating with Icy Hot is a bad idea." You know, I'd have thought the answer to that would be so obvious as to make an article unnecessary, but what do I know?)
So anyway, I continued my self-improvement theme yesterday by making an appointment to get my hair cut and colored, arranging for the septic tank guys to come and clean out the tank today (before I leave for work, I need to remember to plant a stick in the ground so they'll know where to dig), and leaving a message for an electrician who was recommended to me by both my dad and one of my husband's friends.
I even tried to be good about what I ate yesterday. At lunch, instead of my usual Italian sub with vinegar and oil, I had turkey breast on wheat bread with mustard at Subway. I even brought an apple and had it instead of chips.
The smug glow of nutritional superiority couldn't survive dinner, though. I went to a friend's house and there was quiche, baked brie with brown sugar and pecans (heavenly!), a frightening number of savory dips with equally savory crackers, and lots of red wine. I brought Rabid Red, which I'll admit I chose mainly for the label, although the liquor store guy said it was good (and it was). Oh well, at least I'm moving away from pigging out all day long. It's a start.
So that's my progress for one day: many steps forward and a couple steps back. It'll do.