Seven? Eight? Twenty? What?
Donnie and I decided not to give gifts for our anniversary this year. He’s never been a big fan of shopping for me anyway, and this year we need a new dryer so we thought the budget, and our sanity, could use the break of the burden of gifts. But I think it’s funny – because if there’s any year I want to celebrate our marriage? It’s this one. As a family, we’ve come so far in the last year. We have both taken on loads more, as have our children,... Read More
Training Myself To Ignore The Scale
It’s hard to ignore the scale. EVERYONE TELLS YOU TO IGNORE THE SCALE. Hell, just this weekend I was telling my family that the scale doesn’t tell me anything. But still. IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE IT. I gave up on having a weight goal as soon as my boot camp instructor told me that, based on the change in measurements and percent fat, I had lost 5lbs of fat and replace it with muscle. It’s hard to use a goal weight when you have no idea how much your muscular... Read More
This Day Was Insane. And Also INSANE SOME MORE.
Disclaimer – I’ve reread this entry and can’t quite get it to make sense with punctuation. Or words. Or spelling. Or grammar. Please know this is simply indicative of how tired I am. I promise I’m not either A) Drunk or B) Having a seizure. It’s Saturday night at 7:46pm. I want to be in bed sleeping, but I feel lame and fear waking up tomorrow at 3am, so I’m sucking it up and trying to stay awake at least until 9pm. THAT IS SO LATE. This day... Read More
Mind Over Matter
So, I’m training for a half-marathon. Did you know that? My local friends and family on Facebook don’t. Because I never talk about it on Facebook at all. NEVER. So…a half-marathon. That’s 13.1 miles. I’ve trained on my own in years past using online programs, and never stuck with it very well, hence poor performance come race day. Therefore, when we had to fill out our “goal” in this running group, mine was just, “Run the entire... Read More
Tackling Mommy Guilt
There used to be a time when I felt REALLY guilty leaving my kids with my husband. Guilty as a wife for burdening my husband who worked hard, and guilty as a Mom who abandoned her children. I knew there was not real LOGIC to it, but it often kept me from socializing or exercising. I wrote recently about how that small part of the guilt issues I’ve had for years is gone – and I have no idea how/why I was able to tackle it. I’ve spent some time thinking about it,... Read More
