Tuesday, November 01, 2011
It's been just over a month since my husband announced that he had been offered a position with the Department of Homeland Security in Washington D.C..
Less than 2 weeks later, our house was on the market.
Less than 2 weeks after that, we had 3 offers on our house.
Within a month of DH's announcement, we had sold our beautiful Texas home for full asking price ~ a miracle, in this market!
And, just like that, I found myself homeless.
Okay, not REALLY homeless, but, our house closes on December 12, and I have no where to go!! With 2 dogs and 2 almost-but-not-quite-grown sons, I have no where to go!!
So, this is my new reality:
DH and I will go house-hunting this weekend. If we find a place that we can close on quickly, DS1 and the dogs will go join him in northern Virginia sometime in December. DS2 and I will find a small apartment here, where we'll stay until he heads to college in mid-August of next year. I have no idea where we'll be spending Christmas this year.
If we DON'T find a house that we can close on quickly, I'll have to rent a house that will allow dogs, and live here with 2 boys and 2 dogs until we're able to close on something up north, at which point I'll send DS1 and the dogs up there. Which leaves DS2 and me living in a too-big, too-expensive rental home for the duration.
An rental home which, btw, will be sadly lacking in furniture, as we'll be sending all our household goods up north for storage until we can move into a new place.
I'm really, really praying that we find a house this weekend that can close in mid-December!
In the meantime, the house is no longer being shown, so I can once again litter my dining room with dumbbells and stability balls. I can once again spend my morning in workout clothes, walking with Leslie Sansone and lifting weights. I can once again plan our meals, and be free to prepare and eat those meals without fear of being kicked out of the house right at the dinner hour and having to eat fast food, instead.
This is my new reality: I no longer have an excuse to not be eating right and exercising regularly!!
And that makes me very happy.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
It's been seven months since I joined SP. Seven long months of tracking every bite, working out at least 6 days a week, making good choices and STILL seeing a loss of half a pound or less a week, sometimes none at all.
And so, it seems rather ironic that the week in which I was over my ranges almost every day, OD'd on sodium and worked out half as much as I usually do, is the week that I finally hit the 20-pounds-lost mark.
"Really? Are you kidding me?", I asked the scale in shock this morning. "But, I did everything WRONG this week! I had lots of stress from the upcoming move, and my routine was totally shaken up since we kept getting kicked out of the house for showings. By rights, my weight should be UP this week!"
Not that I'm COMPLAINING, mind you.... oh, no -- I'll take the 1.2 pound loss this week, with pleasure!!
But, for an accountant type who is all about the numbers, who has an Excel spreadsheet in which she tracks her calories in, sodium and potassium (gotta balance one with the other!), cardio and ST and calories burned... how can this possibly be? The numbers clearly tell me that I should be UP a pound or two, not DOWN!!
Ah, but the human body is a funny thing. And so it is that we must keep on keeping on, no matter what the scale tells us. When you do everything right and the scale still goes up, hang in there -- the weight WILL come off, in the long (sometimes VERY long!) run. Here's the proof:
I still have almost 8 pounds to go to get to my goal weight. And, it may take me another 7 months to reach that goal. But, you know what? I will NEVER give up, no matter how frustrated or discouraged I may become. Because I've learned that if you just hang in there, doing what you know you're supposed to do, you WILL get there.
And it will feel SO good when you do!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
This was shared with me by one of my BLC-17 Bombshell team members. Short, sweet and powerful, it reminds us to do the best we can!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
It's been a tough couple of weeks. After finding out that my husband had been offered a job in Washington D.C., I had to very quickly get the house ready to put on the market and start crunching the numbers to see how we could make this move work in the current economic environment.
At the same time, I was plagued with a hamstring pull and recurring back pain (just when I think I'm done with that particular issue, it rears its ugly head again!). So, not only was I finding it hard to stay on track with my eating, but I also had to cut back on my workouts.
I was feeling frustrated and discouraged. And filled with self-pity.
Between the business of all that I had to get done, combined with just a generally bad attitude and an inability to focus, I pulled back somewhat from SP. My BLC-17 team has kept me going through the past 3 weeks, but the rest of my SparkFriends fell to the wayside as my life began to revolve around me,me,me and all that I was dealing with.
But, what about all that my SparkFriends were dealing with?
Death, illness, divorce... so many were suffering in the weeks that I was gone, and I was totally oblivious to their pain. Sure, you might give me a "by", telling me that it's okay, because I had my own crisis to deal with. But, really? A crisis? I don't think so. A major inconvenience, yes. Emotionally and physically challenging, yes. But not a crisis, by any means.
So, to all of my friends who were ignored by me in their time of need, I humbly ask your forgiveness. It was wrong of me to allow myself to get so wrapped up in my own little drama that I gave no thought to you and the very real issues that you've been dealing with.
I'm here for you now, and will make every effort to continue to be here for you, no matter what is going on in my own life.
Because, without love for others, I am nothing. A very sad, empty nothing.
And that's just not who God made me to be!!
Friday, October 07, 2011
Sometimes, life moves entirely too fast.
Take this past week, for example.
Two weeks ago, I was happily relaxing in my beautiful pool, enjoying the Texas heat. Okay, I'm really getting a little sick of the Texas heat, but... yeah, I was in the pool, so it was cool. Literally. Life was good.
Then, it came: the news that DH had been offered the job that he never thought he'd get. I, of course, knew all along that he was absolutely PERFECT for the job, and the Department of Homeland Security would be absolutely CRAZY not to offer it to him!
But, the wheels of government beaurocracy turn slowly, and so I had successfully pushed the possibility to the back of my mind.
Suddenly, the possibility was, in fact, the reality.
The reality that DH had just accepted a position in Washington D.C., which is a bit of a commute from Houston, Texas.
Good thing we accidentally kept our snow shovel when we moved down here from Ohio; looks like we'll be needing it again. Goodbye, . Hello, ! *sigh!*
So, I found out about the job on Wednesday, 9/28. On Thursday, DS2 announced he would be graduating from high school THIS year instead of NEXT year. And, oh, btw, he'd be staying down here to work over the summer and hang with his friends before heading to college somewhere in Texas. Adios, Family!! And, just like that, my "baby" is leaving me.
TOM hit that very same day. As did the total meltdown.
By Friday, I had pulled myself together and made a few phone calls.
This is what my week looked like this week:
Monday: Clean house, clear out some clutter, get it looking decent for the realtor. Get a much-needed massage to work a pulled hamstring and ease lower back pain from too much housework.
Tuesday: Realtor comes over, confirms that the market is as bad as we had feared. Clear out some more clutter, make some more phone calls.
Wednesday: Carpet cleaners come and clean all the carpets. I have an afternoon meeting with DS2's counselor. Cleaners come late; fortunately, DS1 is able to stay with them while I go to my meeting.
Thursday: One of our dogs has her first accident in YEARS on said carpet, then walks through it and spreads it around the upstairs hall, the kitchen, and the living room (NOTE: do NOT feed dogs the skin from your rotisserie chicken!); carpet cleaners come again to do kitchen tile floors, and then re-clean the upstairs hall carpet. Meanwhile, I spend the entire day in a hot garage, setting things up for a garage sale.
Friday: Garage sale begins at 8; carpet stretcher guy comes at 9. DS1 holds the fort outside while I get carpet stretcher guy situated. Then, back out into the heat for 4 more hours. In the afternoon, contractor guy arrives to look at certain projects that need to be done before selling the house. Oh, and today is DS2's 17th birthday!! Happy Birthday, Son!
Saturday: Another 5 hours out in the heat, hopefully selling everything that I've dragged out there from various and sundry closets and corners.
Sunday: Meet with the realtor to sign a contract.
Monday: House goes on the market.
Soon: Pull furniture out of attic, take pics for selling online, then rent storage unit & place there until sold. Have master shower replaced, rooms painted, fences repaired, etc, etc, etc....
And then, depending on what happens with the house, I may or may not move to northern Virginia with DS1 and the dogs. I might wind up living in an apartment with DS2 for a few months, or just continue to stay in the house for the foreseeable future.
In the meantime, I've been tracking my food, but my workouts have been severely curtailed by the hamstring injury and simply too much else to do this week! Of course, I've walked up and down the stairs a gazillion times to clear out closets for the garage sale, and done a gazillion squats to pull stuff out of plastic bins to price for the garage sale. I spent 5 hours straight on my feet today as I worked the sale (currently, I'm reclined on the couch with an ice pack around my knee!). So, I've burned a few calories in spite of missing out on my usual morning-long workouts. My weight went up last week (for obvious reasons!), but is coming back down again now.
What does the future hold? I have no idea. But, I DO know that GOD knows, and everything will work out in the end, one way or another. Sacrifices will have to be made, and lifestyles will have to be changed. DH and I may have to live apart for a period of time, which will be the hardest of all. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, though, so I expect to come out looking like this when it's all over: .
Because, I WILL continue to eat healthfully! I WILL continue to drink my water! And, I WILL exercise at least a little each day!!
Life is good. And God is, too. Spark on!!!
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