Choosing To Be Happy

It's funny how accomplished I feel today even though I did very little.

I think the only thing I really did today was cook. And move my car.

I have noticed a marked increase in my appetite. I have been eating (huge) salads for lunch at work, prefaced with a decent breakfast, and "elevensies"-- a term an English friend of mine likes to use. And after that, I still have to eat another meal around 5 o'clock, then usually something when I get home.

Despite all the eating, my stomach has been getting a little more trim. This is a very good thing. I just find it funny that I've progressed into eating almost 5 times a day, mostly because I have been eating pretty healthy. And it's only been a month since I've changed my "evil" ways.

Perhaps it's the act of cooking and cleaning up afterward that makes me feel so accomplished. So grown up. I'm proud of the fact that I can look after myself. I have adopted the idea of going to the grocery more than once a week. And doing my chores regularly makes me feel like I'm ready for the next part in my life: involving someone to share it with.

Still working on this part. I seem to be of the mind that I will be ready for this when mind, body, and soul (and chores) are in sync. I have yet to accomplish a regular exercise routine. Granted, it's a work in progress. But finding the joy in doing such "mundane" activity is very fulfilling.

I think this means overall that I'm pretty happy with my life. Or have chosen to be.

And that's all that really matters.