Playing Catch Up

Oh golly, has it really been 4 months since my last post? I think I let work get the best of me. There's something so disdainfully mind-numbing about work that discourages introspection. Even if the work is stimulating, I have less time (and motivation) to reflect on things I read (I'm doing less of that in general), and the ideas I encounter. The New York Times used to be one of my favorite sites to browse and read articles about things I knew nothing about and consequently learn slightly more than nothing. I visit the site (which is also the browser homepage on my Mac) once a week now, if lucky.

Many moments, in this year alone though not a month has passed, I've gotten to a point in my train of thought where I wanted to go to my blog and start writing. But then work got in the way. Making lunch got in my way, or preparing for the next day in general. I'm glad I've finally dragged myself here, once again, though unfortunately those thoughts have now escaped me, and it probably doesn't make much sense or for much fun reading to conjoin all the ideas I've failed to get into a post into this post now. It'll become too scrambled and disjointed. I will try to take that extra step and get thoughts into the wonderful world of the blogosphere as best I can. Anyway, it usually makes the most sense to list recent items that have preoccupied my life in trying to catch up after a long hiatus. Many of these take the form of obsessions.

Downton Abbey: First world problems for the early 20th century. Not to belittle the seriousness of war, women's rights, political turmoil, and social inequity, but there are more worthy things to preoccupy myself with and cry over than a rich aristocratic British family worrying about having to sell their castle-like abbey and moving into a smaller estate (as they woefully call it), or how to preserve the ridiculously gigantic fortune for the eldest daughter instead of allowing a third cousin to inherit it. But it can't be helped. I am glued to this show. And it doesn't seem like it'll let up soon, given that PBS has already started season 4 (at least in the UK). I'll be following.

Farmers markets: Yay for fresh fruits and vegetables! Yay for eating healthy! I've made a list of SF's notable farmers markets open on Saturday and Sunday and made a point to visit a different one each week as time allows. I have my favorites, but I'm still exploring. And my absolute favorite thing is to see the different offerings of all the vendors and be among other San Franciscans. Along the same note of eating healthy, I've also been trying to do more chicken and fish and less pork and beef. I've been at it successfully for a while (I definitely eat less of the latter 2 now than before), but I let myself fall into a relapse this weekend (had 2 hamburgers, a wrap with meat that I couldn't identify, but certain it wasn't chicken, a Coke, a butter-infused ice cream bar, chips, and empty calories via the ever sinful vehicle of alcohol.). I am embarrassed that in a post on this very same page, I lamented and "put my foot down" on my sugar consumption habits. Need to stop. Need to be more disciplined. I can tell it's adversely impacting my body, this ingesting of unhealthy food, and it doesn't make me feel any better psychologically either. Must remember: yes to wholesome, nutritious food. Big NO to junk!

Yoga: Still in my life. One of the few steadfast and constant things I love.

Yelping: managing to maintain Elite status baby. Yeyah.

Leo, spending time with sister, candles, homeware, spring wardrobe, spring cleaning (I'm early this year), anticipating my first snowboarding trip of the season. Missing my family and dog, as usual. I thought about when the next big phase of my life would be, and that led me to thinking that by the time my dad retires (in about 2 years' time) it will be time for me, also, to move back to Socal. I haven't really told anyone this except my sister, but I think the 2 milestones will coincide nicely. Regardless, I am always wishing for my parents' happiness and healthiness.

As always, grateful to be typing this in the comfort and warmth of my own bed.