Good Tired

There is a deep sense of satisfaction in doing exactly what you said you would do. So many times we set goals for ourselves and then life runs us over like a pack of crazed weasels. Not today my friend, not today. The day started off iffy as I had to go to the courthouse with proof of insurance ( I swear it was in the glove box officer!), and I was in a lot of pain, but guess what? I didn't take a nap or anything. I got my Hello Fresh delivery and a bottle of wine. I did dishes. The heavens opened up and fat little cherubs sang in a sea of light (but maybe I was the only one who heard it - I did have some wine).
I have to say that I'm super pumped about Hello Fresh. As I said before, I actually like to cook but it takes SO much effort. This makes it so much easier. Take food out of box, follow directions, admire culinary prowess, eat food. Tonight was buttered up steak. I've cooked steak like three times in my life but this was good. I mean lick the plate good. I'm pretty sure there's a special place in heaven for the people who came up with this meals in a box thing.
Also, I hit my step goal for the second day running, and it's not even bed time. I was really short of reaching it before dinner, and I was in that blissfully full half comatose state after dinner so believe me when I say that I REALLY didn't want to do more steps. But, then I thought, what is the point of setting goals you don't at least try to reach? All that leads to is wallowing in self pity and a pint of Ben and Jerry's. So, I got up, turned on Pandora and stepped like a beautiful prancercising manatee (honestly, I love sea cows, Google them - you probably won't regret it).
Now I'm tired. Good tired. The kind of tired where you roll over, snuggle your puppy, and feel like all is right with the world. Today I am content.