Month: January 2022

I got myself into the hot tub right quick tonight. In a robe and slides, 27 degrees will get you moving.

I love a cold winter night, especially from the warmth of the tub:

The edges of the pond have a thin sheet of ice that seems to breathe slightly over the ripples fanning out from the waterfall.

Orion’s Belt sticks steadfastly against a blue-black sky, and stark and scratchy tree branches huddle together under a waxing gibbous moon.

As my fingers prune up and the hour gets later, I brace myself for my speedy return to the house.

That’s Michael Pollan’s 7-word manifesto. So simple, so true, without agenda.

It’s that time of year when people make resolutions they often fail to keep beyond a few weeks- maybe a few months if they’re really committed.

I’m guilty of it. I resolved to not drink alcohol for the month of January last year. I ended up getting mad at nobody in particular.

“I don’t even drink much! Why should I not be able to enjoy a glass of wine on a Friday evening?! This is so stupid.”

“Yeah, it’s stupid. Why are you doing this?” Chris responded. Not the “you can do it” cheer of encouragement some may respond to. I’m glad he didn’t say that – I probably would’ve punched him.

One year I went on the Whole 30 cleanse. I was constantly hungry and very annoyed when I got to the week when meat was okay but not beans (I generally don’t eat meat).

“How can meat be more acceptable than beans?! The meat industry must be behind this.”

I have not made sweeping, dramatic resolutions this year. I will simply eat food – not too much- and mostly plants.