Simply Someday

It's Anything But Simple, But It's My Life

One Month In…

20130222-075913.jpg¬†One month in and I’m still at it. I’m still eating properly, exercising(ish) and trying to live a better and healthier life. There’s been a few roadblocks, I got the mumps (yes, seriously) which put everything on hold for 2 weeks, and we had a mini vacation.

I have learned a bit in this last month, I learned I eat when I’m: bored, sad, angry, tired, happy, silly, etc… So pretty much I’m happy to eat ALL THE TIMES. This clearly isn’t good for me, my waistline, or my body. So I’m learning to eat when I’m hungry. I’m feeding myself at regular intervals, not just whenever. I eat 5 small meals/snacks a day. It’s keeping me full, and satiated throughout my day. I’ve learned I can make better choices if the better choices are available. I can’t eat well if I don’t have good food in the fridge. I’ve learned that for me, planning is key. If I just leave my meals up to spur of the moment choices I won’t eat healthy. I now spend a portion of my Sunday’s preparing food for my week. Having ready-made, easy to grab food has been so important to keeping me on track.

I’ve been using an app, (there’s an app for everything right?) called My Fitness Pal, I have been using it religiously to count my caloric intake, count my steps and log in any exercise I do. I have been very honest with it. If I eat something that isn’t ‘healthy’ I log it. I need to be accountable for my shitty choices and my good ones.

I’m feeling pretty good. Turning 40 for me was a wake up. I had several changes to make and I’m making them. I have the most supportive family, they are making all of this so much easier…the family that planks together stays together! It’s been a hoot doing zumba with Elliot and Pais in the living room, and watching the two of them compete in push up challenges. I’m so proud of us all. We are all sharing in this journey.

I’m hoping to blog more about my journey, my ups and downs, the good bad and ugly. Read if you want, don’t if you don’t. It’s all good. I’m doing this for me after all…not you.

*Successes

  • Wedding rings/clothes are loose
  • Enjoying exercising
  • Drinking more water

Cheers!

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Feet In The Night

feet

Not my feet.

My life is full of feet at night.

Each evening I snuggle down into bed. Usually my feet are freezing, I flip on my heated blanket, and wait for my toes to thaw out.

It’s usually been a few hours since I put Magee to bed, but as a mother I always listen for her little feet on the stairs. I sleep in the basement, I’m half deaf, but still I hear her feet two floors above me. She comes down to me if she’s had a nightmare, or is feeling ill. Those two little feet in the night usually signal a sleepless night, but I wouldn’t trade the sound of them for anything.

My brother who also lives with me is a university student. He often doesn’t come home until late after I’ve gone to bed. His footsteps are akin to those of a woolly mammoth. He will clamber into the house, throw his knapsack down and scurry around the kitchen looking for leftovers and his mail. As he climbs the stairs to his room, I hear his giant steps until he hits the upper landing. As much as those feet drive me nuts, I know in a heartbeat they’d run to my side the minute I was in trouble.

There are a set of feet I search for every night. Deep under the covers, I look for my husbands feet. We generally sleep with our feet entwined, it’s a simple connection that for some reason has lasted.

Elliot left to go back to the states a little over a month ago while we work on his immigration on this end. Every night I wake up ever so slightly, looking for his feet. I’m always awake enough to have a bit of sadness wash over me when I realise again that they aren’t there.

So many feet in the night, but not the ones I want.

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