I felt woozy and sick to my stomach. My husband has a bad cold. I thought it got me too.

Then I realized I was coming OFF of something.

Girl Scout Cookie Overdose

Earlier today I considered crushing up and inhaling some thin mints because the standard delivery system of hand to mouth just didn’t seem to be cutting it. (Not really, but it sounds funny, doesn’t it?) Then I thought about this article I read recently about the addictive quality of junk-food.

I’ve never been a slave to nicotine, but I could definitely mainline some Samoas.

While I recover with some Tagalongs – I can’t help but consider “one wafer thin mint.”

One wafer thin mint

And the possible very disgusting result….

Nearly Two Months.

It’s crazy how time can slip by. February is always a crazed month for us, but once I let myself off the hook for the daily blogging habit, it was tough to find a new lower intensity groove.

That’s not to say it hasn’t been time well spent, and that I haven’t made real progress or stuck to my stated intentions:

1. Move more.
2. Eat less.
3. Write more.

Number One – Move more

• I’ve continued to hoop, and can now do some pretty sweet tricks, while still proudly embracing my right as a beginner to drop the hoop often and loudly.
• During the month of February I shoveled a full-on shit-ton of snow. Come on, I still can’t decide where I stand officially on the swearing in my own blog, but for anyone who lived thru the Snowpacalypse, there is no other measurement than “shit-ton” to describe the amount of shoveling we had to do
• I was already doing a lot of walking, but we enjoyed several weeks of “rent-a-dogs” during the month of March, so the additional early morning and late night “I hope we make it through the night” walks really chalked up the extra activity points

• 

  Foxes in Boxes Burn Extra Calories

Number Two  - Eat Less

• smaller portions and
• less junk food
• less often
• combined with Number One for a net loss of 13 pounds! Oh yeah! Although it’s kind of gross and embarrassing that I had that much to loose in the first place, and about that much more I’d like to. I’m really loving this.

Number Three – Write more

• This has taken on an interesting twist.
• Where I assumed this would mostly mean blogging, the last couple of months has indeed included a LOT of creative and persuasive writing skills.
• I’ve written some of the most fantastic email communications and invitations to an amazing host of folks, including THE Craig of Craigslist, to create a totally amazing lineup for TEDxPotomac, an independently organized TED event as part of the TEDx initiative, which will take place on May 20, 2010, at the George Washington University Bett’s Theatre.

I happened to meet the lead organizer, Patrick Smith, COO of Market Hardware, a few days before the first organizing meeting for TEDxPotomac. On that first snowy Saturday in December I raised my hand and volunteered to organize some information on the website. Somehow since then I became the lead curator and Chair of the Presenters Committee.

While flying by the seat of my pants and treading in the deep waters of many things I’ve never done before, I’ve met some amazing people. The event may be just one day in May, but these months have enriched my life for years to come. I know I’ve added many new lifelong friends to my circle.

And these friends – some new, some renewed – have inspired and energized me in so many ways. So I find myself, once again here at the literal eleventh hour racing to beat my self imposed deadline of midnight before this next month is up.

My daughter just informed me that I gave out lots of kisses and have been very smiley today. I tell her it’s because I’m happy with all the work I’ve been doing, that hard work makes me happy, because hard work pays off.

But, of course, it was actually really easy.

As easy as 1, 2, 3.

Give or take an inch, or a mile, or a month. Or two.

Though today was no exception, as I flew down the stairs at nearly literal break-neck speed, I managed to catch our guy just as he was turning to leave since he’d stopped to fill out the “must sign” delivery slip.

What could it be? It was addressed to my husband. It was a small, non-descript, white cardboard mailer. A memory-chip? A small cable for one of his techie shenanigans?

As I flipped the envelop back and forth to decipher the source, a whiff of spicy cinnamon. Instant recognition. The scent of a fireball jawbreaker to be exact, accompanying this year’s journey to…Metropolis.

Do you have your Golden Ticket?