Yeah, I’m a rebel. That’s right. I broke all my own rules today. I guess that doesn’t exactly make me a rebel, just more flexible than I usually am. That’s what I need to be, it seems, to make everything work. I’m just trying to keep moving forward without getting in my own way. You know. That old bugaboo.

I started the day doing two things I never do on Saturday. Since I was tied up yesterday, I worked out on the treadmill this morning, on what is supposed to be my day off from that apparatus. And because I spent a little time last night looking over menus and recipes for the next couple of days, I felt I had to pick up a few groceries today, even if it was a Saturday. Which it was, but I went to the market anyway. For once, though, I stayed true to my list and didn’t get distracted by fancy baubles.

The other new thing I did this morning was the result of the fact that Saturday is the day I sleep in. Sunday is also the day I sleep in, but I’ll get to Sunday when the time comes. The thing is, the book suggests making big breakfasts on the weekend. I was supposed to have something this morning called Migas Especiales, which would have involved pressing tofu and sautéing vegetables.

That’s just not what I want to do first thing in the morning, so I went to one of my favorite weekday breakfasts instead. I arbitrarily opted for a grapefruit and whole wheat toast. It was just right for a late, lazy Saturday morning. It didn’t take up the whole morning, and it didn’t fill me up so much that I couldn’t have my usual big lunch. It’s good to know I can go wild like that, and willfully choose to ignore the book. I wouldn’t want to do it too often, though. I’m not that much of a rebel.

Lunch, by the way, was delayed anyway. That’s because I broke another self-imposed rule and spent most of the afternoon working. And it took me most of the afternoon to reconcile the March bank statement. I was at it so long and concentrating so hard that lunchtime slipped by. Oops! I’m a rebel, but I’m not ready to skip a meal just yet. Fortunately, I just slid everything back a few hours and managed to fit it all in. That’s the kind of flexibility I needed: the kind where everything on my to-do list gets done.