Thursday, October 10, 2013
It was a grueling summer, to say the least. My husband got transferred to his new position in Texas on June 28, and we only saw each other sporadically after that. It was mainly up to me to pack up the house, prepare it for sale, pack up my mom's townhouse, continue to take her to doctor appointments and so on, and keep my own home well-maintained to attract buyers.
Which took awhile.
Finally, we got an offer on our house in mid-August. We hammered out a deal. Then I flew to Houston, where we found a new home in just six hours. Hallelujah.
After surmounting the usual house-selling hurdles (the termite inspector claimed there was an active colony, which there wasn't according to the guy we hired to treat it), we at last got the moving van there, and the moving men packed us up and sent our belongings on their way.
We took possession of our new house on 9/20. What a relief!
Between June 8, when my husband was notified about his transfer, and yesterday, I counted no calories or performed any intentional fitness activity of any kind. I have not found my scale yet (we moved about 120 boxes, which we clearly haven't had time to finish unpacking in full), but I can tell I've gained some weight. I don't think it's more than 10 pounds, which is great.
Most important, now that we're at least minimally settled, I've started walking the dog again. Our house backs onto a lovely greenbelt with a trail, and for two days in a row I've taken 1.5-mile dog walks. To say it's done wonders to reduce my stress level would be the understatement of the year!
Two days in a row. I'm not trying to start a fitness streak, but tomorrow's weather is looking mighty fine for a stroll....