Big Fat Yikes, Emphasis on the Fat

So the whole Taking Care of My Home thing is going really well. My house is still a mess 50% of the time, but it feels like it's more manageable to clean and organize. I have a few projects that, when they're finished, will make life even better, so that's exciting.

I hope you don't mind, then, if I jump ahead to June's chosen theme: A Good Person Takes Care of Herelf. Since about November I've been noticing my weight more and more. At first it didn't bother me, I have no hang-ups about being chubby.

The last few weeks, however, I've noticed that it's started to get in the way of fun. I get winded, tired, and sweaty WAY easier than I should. Even my "chubby" clothes are starting to get a little too tight. I feel gross.

I am a huge advocate for being happy in your own skin. That being said, I think everyone has a certain weight where they are the most comfortable. I have now passed my "weight comfort zone."

I don't put a lot of stock in scales, but I thought I would weigh myself today, just for fun. I tipped the scales at 190. That is, by far, the heaviest I have ever been. When I weighed myself in October I was at 170. Those extra 20 lbs are making me miserable.

Losing weight is hard. Exercising sucks. But I am 31 years old and I should be able to chase my kids up the stairs without having to stop halfway up for a rest.

Tonight I am going to an adult ballet class. It's been 10 years and 2 pregnancies since I last danced, but I love dancing and I'm hoping that I'll enjoy it enough to keep at it. I think that's the key to exercising - find something you love or that you're good at.

On the eating better side of things, I am still coming up with a plan. TO THE LIBRARY!



Please note: Any tips on getting healthy are more than welcome!

Temper Your Expectations

I hope you weren't expecting me to blog every day. That is just not going to happen. Life is too busy and I'm too disorganized. Maybe as I become a better person I will be more organized and blog more.

But probably not.


It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves. -Henry David Thoreau-

Can I Get a What-What?!

I am still on the quest to get my kitchen as clutter-free and easy-to-clean as possible. I have now found two things to help me in that journey! One is an awesome bread box/cutting board combo that I scored for $9. The other is a work-in-progress that I will reveal in pictures as I go about each step.

My husband and I, darling that he is, decided that the dishes are now his responsibility. I gave him the choice of doing the dishes or doing our two boys' laundry. He chose dishes. That has made the attitude at our house the last 10 days or so 100 times better! I've stopped feeling quite so overwhelmed and he doesn't get annoyed by dishes in the sink.

Seriously, delegation is awesome.

The funny thing is, my husband didn't even realize I was overwhelmed. I assumed he knew; he assumed everything was fine. It wasn't until I actually told him that we both realized things needed to change. Communication for the win!

Sorry for the excessive use of exclamation points, it's just that this project of mine to become a better person is actually working. It's slow and the progress feels infinitesimal at times, but it's been worth it.

Onward, ho!

Saturday Six

Six Reasons I Love My Mom
(in no particular order)

1. She never got upset with me when I showed up late for curfew, although knowing she was sitting on the couch waiting for me made me want to hurry so she could go to bed.
2. She collects "crazy" people and loves them so completely that some of them have become like family.
3. All of my friends used our house as a place of refuge because my mom always made them feel welcome.
4. She taught me to love all the best musicals and old movies.
5. When my dad would go out of town for work she would always let me sleep in her bed and snuggle up to her.
6. She is the snuggliest, lovingest, best-back-scratcher-iest person in the world.

I love you, Balou!

My Son is a Better Person Than I'll Ever Be: A True Story*

My 5-year-old, Dutch, has autism. Every Tuesday he takes a class with kids on the spectrum or with similar sensory issues. Yesterday this happened and it made me cry - in a good way!

A three-year-old named Miles was crying because some of the other kids were being mean to him. His mom went out there to talk to him and Dutch, noticing what was happening, went over to Miles.

"Why are you sad?" Dutch asked. "Can I do anything?"

"Can Dutch help?" Miles's mom asked.

The little boy shrugged.

"Can Dutch be your friend?" she asked.

"My name is Dutch Davis and I'm your new best friend." Dutch took the little boy's hand and watched over him for the rest of the day.

This was not a matter of good parenting. I had little or nothing to do with this. Dutch is just a naturally loving person. He hates people crying if he can help them. I hope someday I can be as good a person as Dutch is.


*This story was re-told using a little creativity as the quotes are not actual quotes, but paraphrasing put into quotes.

A Small Aside

It's been a hectic day. I feel like I've spent the whole day in the car driving from one errand to the next. On the way home from getting my 5-year-old's glasses fixed for the second time today we stopped at a light where a man was panhandling.

His sign said Homeless and Hungry please help. Since we'd been in the car for lunch my 3-year old's cheeseburger was still there, completely untouched. I rolled down the window, gave it to the man, and told him I was sorry I didn't have any money. He took the cheeseburger, told me thank you, and went back to the side of the road.

The rest of the 15 minute car ride home my 5-year-old was asking me questions about the man. Why is he hungry? Where is his car? Is he our friend now? It was such a great opportunity to talk to him about giving what we can, when we can.

It wasn't difficult to do. There was no planning or preparation on my part at all. All I had to do was stick my arm out my car window and give. Simple. Yet my son learned so much from that brief  moment. I'm going to keep looking for moments like those. Even on hectic days.

Saturday Six

Six Things I'm Trying To Do Every Day To Be A Better Person
(in no particular order)

• Saying please and thank you to everyone I come across.
• Smiling at strangers.
• Practicing patience (even while driving).
• Writing.
• Taking time to do my hair and makeup to make me feel good about myself.
• Kissing my kids every day.