Well a lot has happened since that last post in January. First, I've gained weight. :( BIG SAD FACE. About 30 pounds.
Its odd because family and friends say "you sound so less stressed, so happy now that you've moved to your new home" and yet when we purchased our house, and we moved out to the country I actually gained weight. I feel like I'm stressed to the max most of the time.
This past winter we moved from Fairbanks to North Pole. We moved from a townhome style condo to a single family home. It's a LOVELY home! What's crazy is I've gained so fast since moving to it.
Is it my age? (42) Is it because I've lost so much muscle? (I believe it, the vacuum is heavy now) Is it stress? (I believe it, I'm balancing so many different things I don't know which way is up and which way is down)
Whatever it is, I'm frustrated. Along with that my hubby seems to only keep gaining as well and he's totally comfortable with staying there.
Since we're a bit slower now at work I'm hoping to be able to write some more to get some of the ideas and feelings out. I have no idea if it will work but it's worth a try.
I now have a lovely work out room. It has a treadmill, an aeropilates machine and a recumbent bike (which i thoroughly dislike, it's very wobbly and cheap. I want a nice stairstepper, or an elliptical machine instead) .
So, does anyone know that moment when you're just getting fed up? That's where I'm at now. I'm fed up. I don't feel proactive at all, I feel like hubby and I are just reacting to whatever comes up at us. And that is slowing us down on all sorts of goals.
I mean, we have a cruise coming up in almost less than 200 days. We have a reason to lose weight. Neither hubby nor I just seem to have the motivation for it. And it seems as if every time I do start getting some momentum, something comes in the way. Sigh.