Time Passes

Life is rather day to day right now.

Swinging in the hammock 0f tedium.

Work, home.

Back and forth.

Time passes.

Marked by the pendelum of me.

Progress...At Last

I've been working out with the personal trainer for 2 full months now.

She measured me today.


Last month, I was so disappointed. I thought I was working my behind off and come to find out; not as much as I thought. I did lose 2% body fat though and when I went shopping for some clothes for work, I found I was needing a size or two smaller in the waist! Yippee!

This month, I didn't have my hopes quite as high, having settled into reality a bit more. I wasn't expecting much change especially after having a pms bowl of birthday cake ice cream yesterday (full fat and sugar!). I've eaten pretty well, but less fanatically than I did that first month. So imagine my surprise when I found out that I've again lost 2% body fat and I've lost 2 1/2 inches overall!

That's what I needed to hear today as my body felt it was slogging through molasses.

Hurray!

Transparency

I think of heaven, but imagine how I want heaven to be.

Sometimes, my perception of other people's lives are how I picture a sort of heaven. Maybe it's just my concept of what I wish my idealistic life was like...

I picture myself living the life of a freewheeling, bohemian (minus the drugs and indiscriminate sex) artist in the country somewhere. I probably live a real life version of that in my actual life, but I feel so inhibited.

What would I be like if I were single?

That's probably a rather dangerous trail to think about. Perhaps at this point in my life, I feel a bit of sorrow over the fact that I've never lived as a single woman. I've always been tied to someone...parents and now husband. My independence gets in the way a lot now that it's blossomed into full flower. I have to squelch it because I can't live purely to my own pleasure, I'm married, not to mention have a child. I scratch and grab at moments to string together to call my own. I feel guilty and desperate all at once.

Sometimes, I wish I were alone and then I'm scared to death that God will punish me for thinking that by making it so.

All of these thoughts are incredibly selfish, (I take this luxury in expressing them here) but how can I be less so?

I Just Don't Get It

I cannot comprehend how, one day, Clinton is bashing Obama and then ready to be his Vice President the next.

The political process baffles me.

From Overhauling to Overwhelmed

Gosh, I feel I haven't talked to you in soooo long. I've just posted info so you'd know I'm alive.
For some reason it feels life is really busy right now. I don't know that it's busier than usual, but I'm tired.

From my last pics, you can see that I began my closet project. It all started with that trip to Florida. While I was away, the hubby began to play. So to speak.

He rented a storage unit with the idea "let's practically move out of the house so the house will be decluttered and go through the stuff at the storage unit."

Yeah, but, 90 DOLLARS FOR A CLIMATE CONTROLLED STORAGE UNIT?!

My idea was more, I don't know... FREE and involved piles of stuff in the front yard. What we couldn't go through, we'd just post a sign and let people have.

Unfortunately for me, as far as being right goes, my hubby was kind of right and the living room looks a lot bigger and I really don't miss anything out of it at this point. (He mostly carted off books and cd's) Except on Wednesday morning, I miss the t.v. I like to work out to a dvd on Weds. He took the t.v. away so he wouldn't be distracted while he was working that weekend. I hardly watch it and fall asleep when I do. And the living room looks bigger without it.

Anyway, what with all this organizational posturing that we've been doing. (Which means sometimes making a bigger mess going through stuff than we had before we started) I decided to tackle the closet. I'm not talking let's go through some clothes cleaning out the closet, I'm talking take it to the bare walls and start over.

So I have.

Last weekend was the painting and go to Lowe's and stand and consider the closet organizational options. Gasp at the cost it will take to get all that you need to kit out the closet to look like the beautiful promotional picture. Realize if you do much less than that you'll have a closet rod and a few shelves. Decide to by it about a piece or two at the time.

Realize your bedroom looks like a department store threw up in it. And it's going to be that way for awhile.

Sigh and consider moving to a nudist colony.

Being the Mom of a Four Year Old Means...

I may find myself at some point during the day, wearing a orange star sticker on my shirt.

I'll have a pocketful of rocks which double as money to pay the toll waiting for me as I run a curcuit throught the house.

When I deliver a directive, I'm guaranteed a "But Mom!..."

I can count on a song from the movie, "Mary Poppins" at various times throughout the day.

My heart stops when I walk outside and don't see her immediately (especially if she doesn't answer my call right away.)

Being told how to do things.

Baking Christmas sugar cookies at least every other week.

Remembering to be in awe of new discoveries. Like a new bug we've never seen before.

There's someone, besides my husband, to aggravate the cats.

I'll never go to bed early or sleep late again.

I get the blessing of unexpected help when it comes to projects around the house.


And I'm completely fine with that.

Rawsome!

Check out The Daily Raw.

This concept fascinates me. I'm not there yet, but can you imagine?

Have you tried this?

Would you?