Happy Tuesday! I have had so much going on, I don’t even know where to start. So I guess I’ll make this a catch-up post and maybe that will get all the things swirling around in my brain to stop, well, swirling. I’ve heard exercise can really help with that, but seeing as how I’ve worked out EVERY DAMN DAY for the last nine days, I’m not sure it’s true. Or maybe it would be so much worse if I hadn’t?!
Sometimes I don’t know how I have so much going on, when I don’t even have a job. Maybe that’s why. I know, I know… never say a stay at home mom doesn’t have a lot going on. You’d think I would know that by now, being that I have a near 20-month old. If I was bored to tears everyday, I’d have gotten a job by now. But I digress.
Back to the marathon workout routine: my friend in Japan (Hi, Amber [she sneakily got ahold of my blog website even though I haven’t shared it with anyone, so I know she’s now reading this]) got me into following this fitness expert on Instagram, who is hosting a free 14-day challenge to follow her 20 minute workouts everyday for 14 days. Then she will draw a winner and give them $1000 for completing the challenge. Now, I’ve never won anything in my life, and I’m not about to starting believing I could win this one, but the challenge was FREE, which is my favorite thing in the world… Plus, I’ve been needing a different approach to working out, just to shake things up… Plus, it’s 20 minutes a day, which means I can workout, shower, and still lay around OR be productive during nap time. Basically, it works perfectly with my schedule. So Amber and I keep each other accountable everyday via Facebook messenger, and I’ve made it through day 9 so far! If you want to look into it, go to http://www.loriharder.com. She hosts these freebies every so often.
I have combined this with focusing on what I’m eating the last two weeks. My jeans were starting to feel a bit tight, and I went to the doctor two weeks ago and was a little surprised to see the number on the scale when they weighed me, so I decided I need to reign in my eating… Namely, my sweet tooth. I can eat sugar like a champ, and I LOVE candy. Always have, and I’m sure I always will. So I have been eating pretty clean, and the only “sweet” things I’ve allowed myself are Kashi cookies, yogurt, and the occasional small handful of dark cacao chips. I gave myself a break over the weekend because I firmly believe one can not deprive themselves of all the good things in life, so on Saturday I shared a bowl of popcorn with my husband while we watched a movie, and Sunday night I was too tired from experimenting with more macarons to then cook dinner, so we ordered pizza. But on Monday I was back on track (although I did sample one of my new macarons, you know… for science). Wednesday I will have to take a break from the clean eating because it is my husband’s birthday, and he has requested my grandma’s baked zitti for dinner…and chocolate cake. There’s basically no hope for me tomorrow.
Claire is teething yet again, and the last few months have led me to believe that the “Terrible Two’s,” which I’ve been told can come at any time during the second year of life, not necessarily when they are actually two, are just a result of never ending teething. Wouldn’t you be grumpy if you constantly had these huge mounds of pointy teeth poking their way through your flesh? The poor dear seems to be grumpy every other day, constantly chewing on her fingers, and fussing for no discernible reason. I’m trying my hardest to be patient but sometimes the fussing just makes you want to lock yourself in a padded room. What’s worse is that we seem to have lost the amber necklace we have her wear when we have no more tricks up our sleeves. I’m not entirely sure they work, but it’s my last resort, and now I don’t have a last resort. So if you need me, I’ll be scaling the walls of my house by my fingernails.
And lastly, we are giving back our Volkswagen to the dealership today. We bought our beloved Jetta wagon in 2015 when I was quite pregnant, thinking it would be a good family car…. Which it was, until the VW diesel emissions scandal broke and we learned we would have to give back our car eventually. Well, today is that day, and I’m a little bummed about it. Yes, they are going to give us a check for basically what we paid for it almost two years ago, and yes, we’ve already purchased a new vehicle, but it has been a stressful situation and we are a little bitter for having to go through this process. It will feel good to finally give it back and move on, as it was just one other ball of stress from the last six months of moving and settling and hemorrhaging money. So, goodbye, faithful car. I hope wherever you end up (probably somewhere like Africa or Asia or India) is full adventure.
Well now that does feel a bit better. Now say a little prayer that my sweetie takes a three hour nap.