It's a new day, a new year, and a new moment. Oh gosh, where to begin? So many exciting things are happening here on the humble homestead today, and I can't wait to share then with you!

So last week, I had wrist surgery. I have had a recurrent ganglion cyst in my left wrist for well over half my life now, and this is the third time I am having a procedure done to remove it. Third times a charm, right? One can hope, but I've made the decision that if it's unsuccessful this time, my wrist gets a permanent break from all the knives and needles. Having this surgery done has really thrown a wrench in my plans, though. 

A few months ago, the hubs and I joined our local gym. Big shout out to the Stilly for such a warm and welcoming environment. I started lifting weights again for the first time since college, which feels amazing. Even better though, my husband is lifting weights too. We never thought it would be possible after his injury, but the man is stubborn - and in such a good way!  It's been such a joy to watch him strive and grunt his heart out to keep his body healthy, active, and strong. Take that, bilateral calcaneal fractures!

So, my surgeon told me not to bear any weight over 10lbs for at least two weeks. After about a week of restlessness though (and the gym being closed due to the holidays), I decided to take matters into my own hands. I resurrected my yoga practice. I had been going to the yoga classes at the gym to try them out, getting a feel for each instructor's style and tempo. I even tried some Blacklight Yoga. It was a mix between fun and awkward, as I was the only singleton and underdressed (i.e. not dressed in a neon tutu; I missed the memo on that one). 

Anyway, having a few days to rest and recuperate has given me ample opportunity for self-reflection. I've been thinking about the 30 pounds I lost last year, and the remaining 50 I still wish to shed. I have been both rejoicing and bemoaning the beautiful winter snow, because I want to get back out into the sunshine and walk the soles of my shoes bare. Seriously, I wore out two pairs of running shoes this past summer. I also realized while binge-watching Ru Paul's Drag Race, Shameless, and Last Man on Earth that my yoga practice naturally tends to skew toward the private.