Of Putting My Nose Back to the Grindstone
Sunday, April 01, 2012
Iím back! (Donít have a heart attack or anything.)
I canít believe my last blog post was at the end of August. I really canít believe I gave into emotional eating BIG-TIME over these past six months and GAINED ten pounds. But it is what it is. I canít change it. I can only change the present and make a plan to change the future.
Since you last heard from me, my husband came home...then left...then came home...then left again. Such is military life. Iím used to it. However, in between all that coming and going, we took a nice long vacation to visit family, celebrated the holidays, bought a house, nursed my mom through recovery after knee/foot surgery, moved into the house (Did I mention he was gone for the whole buying a house process? He was here to approve the purchase and sign the contract, then he left, and he came back a few days before closing. So yes, that meant I packed up all our stuff by myself again. I swear he does this on purpose!), and celebrated LittleDudeís birthday. I also took up disc golf (which Iím terrible at), pulled LittleDude out of daycare (he was only going a few hours a week anyway, and it was more traumatic than helpful for him), made a new friend (big deal for me), adopted a new dog, returned the new dog (aggressive behavior), and booked a trip to Disney World for June.
And thatís where we are. Too heavy, crazily busy, but ready to get back on track. (And if, at times, Iím motivated solely by the idea of getting into a bathing suit in public in 11 weeks, donít judge me.) Hopefully, itíll stick this time. Time to outline my April goals...
Until next time,