Two weeks in

2012 is starting off fairly unremarkable. I'm making decent progress abusing my body in new and interesting ways at bodyplant. I can now almost do 10 Rocky Pushups without falling on my face. So that's progress. Still can't motivate to run just yet; it is properly too dark and cold in the morning. But I did have the brilliant insight of moving my zafu to be directly in front of the radiator in the living room, so sitting in the mornings is actually warm and pleasant...until the Mokunasaurus comes trundling in demanding milk and a bagel. Or more likely buttered toast. Which he calls cheese toast. Butter and cheese both being dairy products, and he being such a fan of milk, and oh yeah he isn't even three yet, so I will lit him slide with that one. But seriously, why are my kids so into buttered toast lately? This is giving me flashbacks to The Broccoli Days, or that period of several months when every meal had to be accompanied by miso soup with scallions, seaweed, and tofu...