Visuals - goals and kiwifruit

It worked.  I posted yesterday in blogville that I planned to run this morning.  And I did.  Therefore, all logic points to blog being responsible for my glorious run this morning.  It worked!!

Ok, so we all know it's more likely willpower than blog that is responsible for my glorious run this morning.  But perhaps putting goals in writing creates a visual effect rather than something your brain is trying to remember it has/wants/needs/intends with all seriousness to do only have life's endless distractions get in the way.  And of course there is the phenomenon known as procrastination.

Another goal to quickly verbalize (in typed words) to blog: I'm challenging myself to only buy single ingredient food/drinks.  That's right.  If one ingredient is paired with another or chills out in groups of three or more, I must veer away.  I must JUST SAY NO.

So far it's working (I've been food shopping twice).  And surprisingly - and I really am being honest here - it's so much easier to shop.  I will continue to call it a challenge, just to challenge myself (but secretly, this challenge is far less challenging than I thought it could be).  Which is not really bad.  Plus I just feel so darn good.
 
But maybe there really is something (for me) to put things in writing.  To visualize differently.  I'm gonna keep trying.

Here are some more visuals! - Fruitpicking style.  I'm telling you, it's true.  That is my hand picking a kiwifruit.  And below that is a big bin full of the fruit we picked.  Per team of people, we picked 40+ of those suckers on a full picking day.

The fruit in these bins are not ready to eat - in fact, they are very nearly hard as a rock.  But maybe they are traveling to a grocer near you.  And if that's the case and we picked them ripe, then they would be full on rotten by the time they got to you.

I will admit, vine-ripened kiwifruit is sensational.

I appear to be VERY happy to pick that piece of fruit.  That's because I am happy.  Must be.  I'm smiling huge.  But I'm happy not because I've discovered my dream job, but because it's our last day of picking.  In fact that may very well be my last fruit picked.

 So like I said, fruitpicking is not my dream job.  Nor was it always fun.  But I thoroughly enjoyed working with the other pickers.  And honestly, it's a fascinating process.

I am quite grateful I don't dream of vine after vine of kiwifruit anymore the moment my head hits the pillow.

I need to swim this week.  That's my next written goal.  It's been ages.  It'll be a baby swim - and FREEZING. but it's a start.  a baby swim is a better swim than no swim at all.