Saturday, July 28, 2012
37:24 for my first 5K race in many, many years. My strategy was to walk uphill, run downhill, and on the level stretches, run in the sunny parts to get to the shady parts! LOL. My plan worked far better than I ever dreamed. I figured I'd come in in the 45-50 minute range. The young lady with me is my fourteen-year-old daughter. It was a lovely morning as well. We were blessed.
The rest of today . . . I hope to be able to enjoy an AA picnic, but, I got a call from my sister last night that my dad had had a big seizure and was in the hospital. I guess he suffered a head injury that didn't get proper medical attention about a week ago. I will keep you all posted. But for now, I am going to enjoy my accomplishment, my sobriety, and trust the God is watching over my dad and play the waiting game on that one.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
The school secretary called this morning to tell me my room is ready if I want to come in and start setting up. Ha! Whaaaat? Are you kidding? Already? What day is it? And so it is true, my teaching contract starts in a few weeks. I have a half day how-to-be-a-second-year-mentor workshop August 7th and my first duty day is August 9th. And has Marci done all those school projects she planned to do this summer? Heck no! But then again, she was probs inebriated and being delusional when she made all those plans! Everything I brought home is still pretty much sittin' right where I dumped in either in the living room or in the garage. Well . . . you know, I taught summer school in June, then it got so hot and everything, and I was trying to get sober.
But, I'm not going to beat myself up. There's still time to do a few things, if I choose to, and I am in much better condition now than I was--physically, mentally, emotionally. That's important too. I'm kinda happy. Last summer, I was ready to go back to work to escape dealing with man problems, I was drinking a lot, I had broken a rib somehow, I was way too happy to be taking percocet. I didn't get much accomplished last summer, but I didn't come out feeling rested and healthy either.
Two weeks of summer left for me. But that's okay. I love teaching. I love my colleagues (mostly). I love my students. I love the structure and routine that having to "go to school" gives me. Maybe some cooler weather will follow the start of school.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
I don't always like weekends. I think I set my expectations too high. Mostly, I've just been lonely. Not like I don't have things to do, but I've needed human companionship and it's not been there. The man I date, we decided to take a break from each other Wednesday night; one evening turned into four days with little or no communication. So weird. My daughters have been gone with their father and that side of their family since July 13th. They just rolled back into town about half an hour ago. I will see them tomorrow. That makes me happy. So I had a lot of time on my hands this weekend. Not so long ago, in a galaxy with lots of liquor stores, I would have relished all this alone time. You know why. I've gotten my exercising out of the way early each day--that's an hour about, watched a movie a day--that takes a few hours, done all the daily chores one must do to keep things alive--that doesn't take long, tried not to sit around eating. If it hadn't have been for two AA meeting a day and the driving back and forth time--I don't know if I would have made it. Just go and stay sober--that's what I keep saying. I am so grateful to the people in those rooms.
So bye-bye weekend, and take the damn scale with you. That thing will not budge! I did not eat the entire bag of Pop Chips last night--there are still some left--but even if I had, there's only 360 calories in the whole bag. How could that ruin weigh-in this morning? It doesn't use batteries, so that's not the problem.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Well, I can't post the whole letter in because it is copyrighted, and I look on FlyLady's website and on her Facebook page and couldn't find a link to this letter I like so much.This testimonial came through my email yesterday, and I read it this morning. If you subscribe to FlyLady like I do, maybe you were lucky enough to see this. Here are some excerpts:
"I decided to start FLYing-with babysteps, of course!-as a way to teach myself new ways to add order, peace, tranquility, and self-caring to my life."
"I need this, as I grew up with alcoholism and so was not taught these simple ways to take care of myself, to add order, sanity, and predictability to my day.
So I view FLYing as an important adjunct to my spiritual growth program, which includes Al Anon, prayer, and journaling. God bless my mother, she truly did the best she could, but when I was a young teen the disease of alcoholism claimed her and my stepfather, and our family life was seriously harmed.
I am so grateful for your help in learning habits that promote spiritual, emotional, and physical health."
Of course, this person doesn't appear to be an alcoholic, but rather an adult child of alcoholics, but so many of us (Me! Me!) are both. I am not a good Becky-Home-Ecky, but a lot of what I know how to do and am able to do, I didn't get from Martha Stewart (though I tried), but from FlyLady. It's not AA, but Bill W. didn't address how to keep a household going (Or did he? I'd better get to reading the Big Book.).
Monday, July 16, 2012
I did it, I went to my first AA meeting ever. So, I got the first-step meeting. All women, and, yeah, these are people that understand me. I'll be darned! So, the comedy of it all is that of course, somehow, I dropped my keys into my purse and they ended up in my coin purse. I was digging and digging and probably the ladies with me figured I was still drinking. . . and then my car wouldn't start. . . wouldn't even click, no dome light, nothing, nada. My sweetheart left his laundry to come pick me up and we dropped my Vanna (she's a mini-van) off at the mechanic's. I can get my teenager's car and drive it, she's on vacation anyway. I'll need it too, if I'm going to make a run at this "90 meetings in 90 days" thing. I was thinking, "Whaaaat? Why did I not know this sooner?" Ninety days takes me into the school year. Dang!
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