For February, instead of taking on a 30-day challenge, I decided to do just one very challenging and important thing in the beginning of the month that would lay the groundwork for a happier, healthier year. So I did that thing. It was hard but now I feel better. A whole lot better. I will distill the whole thing into a blog post soon, but for the moment what I’m doing is recovering from the crumpled immune system, two-colds-in-a-row, marathon crying, not-really-sleeping mess of it all.
While I was stewing over this decidedly first-world “crisis,” coughing and sneezing my way to some kind of clarity, I uncharacteristically lost my appetite–except for meals made up mainly of pasta and cheese. One day, when I was really feeling sapped of energy and yet hungry from not eating much, I made Dan and myself a homemade mac-and-cheese casserole on zombie-like kitchen autopilot and it was therapeutic. We ate the entire thing.
Another day, I watched an episode of America’s Test Kitchen during which manicotti were made, and I proceeded to make them for dinner that very night. I haven’t had this particular Italian American dish since I was a kid, and it was completely satisfying and life affirming. Here’s a link to the recipe; it’s behind the pay wall.
There was something else besides starch and dairy that helped me figure myself out these the past seven days–Tiny Beautiful Things. I read this on my Nook but I’m tempted to get the actual book so I can have it to hold and treasure and page through the next time I feel at a loss as to what to do next.
I did decide on what I’m going to challenge myself to do in March: Couch to 5K. I haven’t been on a run in more than two years and I miss it.