The visit to the Butcher store happened yesterday instead of today. I had some time before dinner, so I went.
The intention was to walk there, but I was feeling lazy and took the car. This time, being lazy was wise because as soon as I get there, a pouring rain started.
I didn't meet the butcher though. He was doing his butchery craft on the back of the store while his son (?) take care of the customers—since it was near closing time, there weren't that many.
The kid speak some English, although he seems uncomfortable doing it. He's a kind and shy little gentleman; or that's my first impression.
I didn't know what meat cuts to pick up, my wife used to take care of this when we were together. I asked for some advice and went for some lamb, tartar, and beef—entrecote and sirloin. Plain, without marinate.
The price was a bit higher than in the AH, but it seems worth it. I'm planning to visit the local butcher store every week, and next time I'm going to pay with cash.
I'm getting tired of the meat I get from the supermarket.
I mean, it is okay, but okay is not enough any more.
Apparently, there is an excellent butcher in town (if we can trust Google Maps reviews). The meat is more expensive there, but I can afford it. I rather give my money to a local business than a chain supermarket. Hopefully the meat is worth the premium price.
Visiting the slagerij might well become part of my Saturday's rituals. Maybe after drinking coffee on the bistro next to the church.
This morning I hit the gym at 06:39h. (it opens 06:30h.), then sat down in front of the computer to work at 08:24h., went out for a walk at 12:43h., end my working day at 5:44h
All that is okay.
But okay is not enough any more.
Better. Gym at 06:30h., sharp; start working at 08:00h., sharp; going for a lunch walk at 12:30h., sharp ... you get the idea.
This seemly trivial change is important. Not being sharp with time creates a creeping and undesirable mental effect. It opens a possibility for slacking or even skipping.
No. No, no, no. It does not matter how shit I feel in the morning, I'm in the gym, 6:30h, sharp.
Feelings are neither avoided nor suppressed, no. I might feel sad while working out. Feelings are free to come and go as they please. But life keeps moving at its own pace, and I'm not falling behind and drown in some disgusting self-pity.
I trust that, by sharpening my schedule, other aspects of my life will get back on track as a consequence.
There are days when not opening the beer in the fridge is somewhat challenging.
Self-restraint, I want to believe, helps to strengthen our will power.
Perhaps it would be easier to refrain from putting the bottle on the fridge in the first place. Or even better, not getting it from the store!
I'm sure it is easier not buying a beer in the store than not taking it from the fridge after dinner is served. That's a path of less resistance.
If we extrapolate this reasoning, maybe it would be easier to simply say: “I don't drink beer”. So, I don't even need to avoid the aisle with the drinks at the grocery store, there is nothing there to avoid! I simply don't drink that.
If we generalize this idea, perhaps there are other aspects of life where the same strategy might work.
This year has been full of changes and personal struggles. I try to help myself in different ways: cook high quality food, sleep well, write (publicly and privately), read good books, workout, spend time with friends. And yet, shitty days cannot be avoided.