I’ve been failing horribly at keeping up this blog, even though I felt re-energized at New Year’s. So here’s my attempt to reboot. Hopefully, the worst of winter has passed, the sun will start coming out more, I’ll get the hang of this working-woman thing, and I can get it together enough to start doing things that I need to and want to do instead of just falling asleep on the couch with Netflix on.
My January goals weren’t quite met. I did study Portuguese about 4 hours a week, but I only read one book and started another that, mid-February, I still haven’t finished. I didn’t make 60 pushups, in fact, I really didn’t do many pushups at all in January or this month either. BUT what I did do, is finish this 30 Day Beach Body Challenge. Mind you, I still wouldn’t consider myself having a beach body, but I wasn’t totally lazing about. But since the 30 day challenges aren’t quite intense enough, I’ve embarked on 3 more 30 day challenges, to be done simultaneously: a Butt challenge, an Ab challenge, and a Little Black Dress challenge. All the workouts are on this website. They’re not that high impact at the beginning, but half way through, the number of reps may make me beg for mercy. I’m going to try and keep doing pushups, but I know there’s no guarantee on that. Maybe my best bet is to sub out some of the scheduled exercises (like tricep dips) and replace them with pushups.
Anyway, I’m going to try and get back on the wagon with this blog–and I do have some past cooking endeavors that I need to post. Mardi Gras season is already in full swing and that alone should prompt me to be a little less sluggish– go out and do things–and manage my time better. Or it may just ruin my schedule altogether. We’ll see.
For now, I’ll leave you with the one book I did manage to read, by an alum of my college (Oberlin!!):
The Color of Water: A Black Man’s Tribute to His White Mother, is the autobiography of James McBride first published in 1995; it is also a tribute to his mother. The chapters alternate between James McBride’s descriptions of his early life and first-person accounts of his mother Ruth’s life, mostly taking place before her son was born. McBride depicts the conflicting emotions that he endured as he struggled to discover who he truly was, as his mother narrates the hardships that she had to overcome as a white, Jewish woman who chose to marry a black man in 1942. (Wikipedia)