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Working On It

Published February 11, 2016 by sarcasmica

So foggy today. We have a sleep number bed, but damned if I can find the magic number that will eliminate my husband’s snoring.

He’s getting over a cold, so I can’t completely blame him … .but that doesn’t stop me this morning. I tripped on the bags under my eyes on the way to my Keurig.

This week I’m working on moi. This sounds so douchey, right? The whole “me time” thing is a little grating for this stay at home momma. Mostly because I have friends who are in a situation where this is not an option, so I don’t like talking about it … but hell. This is my life and I should just live it regardless, right?

It’s taking a lot for me to fix some stuff. Taking a lot of energy and money and time. I’m blessed to be able to be a stay at home mom and have these opportunities. I’m badass for taking the opportunity and making the most of it. .. finally… after seven years or so of being a SAHM. It helps immensely that my mom lives with us and is open to being a last minute and scheduled babysitter whenever we need it.

I’ve been working with a trainer for six months now. We had a rare sunny day recently and I dusted off a stretchy then-too-snug pair of capris from last summer. I was so sure of myself that they would finally fit nicely!

Spoiler: They didn’t. They fit the same. Needless to say I was kinda butt hurt. However, it was my own fault. I’ve been working out with a trainer for six months once a week… and most weeks that’s the only day I exercise.  I haven’t overhauled my eating habits, either. Just consistently have made minor tweaks. It’s my own damn fault, but i’m trying my hardest to use it as motivation to get to the gym.

Another point of sale is my new gym membership.

On one hand one could argue losing weight is hugely expensive and not realistic. On the other, paying for outrageously priced medication that is necessary to live everyday can be more expensive. With this in mind i’ve been also seeing a therapist to help work through some issues. Specifically food-related. .. well, that’s how it started anyway. It’s morphed into a lot more areas, but it’s all been for positive change and I thoroughly believe if you’ve been overweight your ENTIRE life, there’s more to changing habits and ingrained beliefs about yourself than just “exercise for 30 min/day!” and “eat the rainbow!” … which, loosely translated could mean “eat a pack of Skittles everyday!”

So I have it in my head that i’m a swimmer. It’s the perfect exercise for a fat chick. You are nearly weightless (hence eliminating all the daily aches and pains that go along with carrying a Goodyear tire or two around your body for 30+ years) and the best part; you don’t have to feel sweat! I love it.

I have swam/swum/swimmed used the pool twice and actually managed a good starting work out time. After a week of a sick husband, a sick kid, and 4 doc appointments between both children, I neglected to swim at all last week. Upon taking my daughter to her lesson this week, however, I felt the first pang of regret at an exercise. I actually missed swimming when I smelled the overbearing chlorine and saw the swim team practicing. 

It was a very surreal experience. I’ve hated all forms of exercise my entire life. To find the holy grail of something I enjoy is literally mind altering for me.

So today, despite having to pin my eyebags up behind my ears, and fighting the urge to fall asleep walking from one room to the next, I WILL fasten that new swim cap over my headache and strap on my new goggles, and I will head to the pool.

I may drown from lack of effort or motivation once in the water, but that will just look like I pushed so hard and worked so much that I died from exhaustion. Something I never thought my obit would say!

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Say Goodnight

Published June 9, 2014 by sarcasmica

I have a hard time going to bed. It’s not because i’m not tired. I’m exhausted and in ‘pajamas’ by 8pm. (If that’s wrong, I do not want to be right)

It’s the quiet. I want to soak it in. Inhale it. Taste it. Savor it.

I love my kids, blah blah blah, and that is why I relish the evening quiet. I am (usually) happy to cater to my family, answer the 324,000 mundane, entertaining, monotonous, clever and obvious questions I am asked daily. I fetch clothes, shoes, boogers and butt wipes with a modicum of appreciation. I do dishes and sometimes will even do laundry. Once in a while I will close my eyes and thank the stars I do not have to hoof it to the laundromat with children in tow like I witnessed countless times in my 20’s.

Because of these things, the evening is that much more luxurious. I can watch whatever the hell I want and not have to pause for a drink refill for someone who cant reach the milk. I am not having to rack my brain and hide fingers to count on so I am able to help my son with his second grade math homework.

It’s just me and my own time.

(my husband is currently traveling for work)

That is why it is so hard to give in, put down the remote, kindle, phone, ipad, controller, and/or mouse and leave the infinite selfish possibilities to do something as seemingly useless as to sleep…. Until i wake up and kick myself for not having the foresight to allow my brain to properly recharge.

That hindsight is such a bitch! A frequent and smug bitch.

Now I must go shake the dust from my brain and force myself to read a book.

Goodnight sweet quiet night. God willing, I will see you tomorrow

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