Month: February 2018

Not Going Anywhere

Some of my blog posts are password-protected, and that seems to be causing a little confusion.  No, I am not removing my blog, or making the entire blog password-protected.  I don’t see a point to that.

No one is forced at gun point to come here and read what I write.  The fact that some people (like Psycho) are compelled to gobble up my every word is out of my control.  The fact that some people (like Psycho) get pissy about the truth being written anywhere, by anyone, is not my concern, either.  And her raging girl crush on me is entirely her business, not mine.

Most of my blog is wide open and will remain that way.  Password-protected posts have been, and will, be rare.  If you don’t already have the password, check out the Want the Password? tab to request it.

Sometimes I get crazy busy, because I am a loving wife, active stepmom, overloaded full-time employee, avid reader, proud homeowner, fervent gardener, and oh yeah, gotta fit in food logging and workouts there somewhere, too!  I don’t post every day, but I try to check in as often as I can with my fellow bloggers. And I will definitely keep doing so.

A-ha

I didn’t break out any workout DVD’s or lace up my sneakers and head to the gym this weekend, but trust me, I got a hell of a workout anyway in the form of good, old-fashioned manual labor.  I spent several hours each day this past weekend working in the yard, yanking weeds, clearing flower beds for soon-to-come spring flowers and fresh mulch.  How is it, pray tell, that cold nights and frost slayed almost every plant I love in the yard, but weeds are thriving like I feed the damn things?

I wouldn’t say I had an a-ha moment, like you hear a lot of people call it when they reach that point that prompted them onto the road of weight loss.  But I sure had a “wow, this would be easier if I wasn’t so fat and out of shape” moment.  Manual labor is damn hard when you are lugging around extra weight and trying to bend, reach, lean over, etc.  It’s going to be a loooooong, painful summer of gardening if I don’t do something about this.

I need something to push me, motivate me.  I just have no idea right now what that is, or where to find it.  All I know is, enough is enough.  I am sick of feeling out of shape, knowing I can look and feel so much better.  I need a plan, not just running my mouth about losing weight, because talk is cheap and is getting me nowhere but heavier.

I Needed That!

Yesterday was delightful, wonderful, absolutely fantastic.  What did I do, you might ask?  Nothing.  That’s why it was amazing.

I took the day off work just because.  Not because I had something to do, or somewhere to be, but just to have a day off.  I’ve been so busy and worn thin lately, I just wanted a day all to me.

I still got up early, since the alarm went off for my husband to get ready for work.  I like being up early, though.  And in typical fashion, I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing all day, so I admit to some cleaning, but then I said “hell with it”, grabbed a book and a cozy blanket, and got comfy on the couch.  I love to read, and I’ve had so little time to do it for a while now.  So it was a much-needed luxury to just curl up and read in the peace and quiet of our home, scented candle flickering gently on the coffee table, birds singing outside, cats sprawled out stealing my blanket from me, like they always do.

Okay, so I admit to one appointment yesterday, but it was only a quick, in-and-out-in-no-time check-up on some work we had done in the house. The guy was right on time, which was nice, and as he was leaving, he told me, “You have a beautiful home.”  That made my day.  My husband and I worked our asses off to get this house, and we work hard to keep it nice, so I am immensely proud of all the compliments we get on our house.

When my husband got home, he asked me how my day off went, and I told him it was great.  I really needed it.  I feel calmer today, more rested.  I know I still need to post about my football challenge, but today I am just basking in the residual happiness of my long-overdue day off!

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