This Time of Year

This is the time of year when I’m exhausted just looking at our calendar. From Ben’s birthday (end of April) to my sister’s (early July) we are just slammed! Holidays, weddings, birthdays, graduations, travel and RACES.

We’ve been so go-go-go that I really feel like I’ve lost my groove. For weeks and weeks I was super good about getting my butt to the gym and avoiding crap food. But the past week has been a freaking train-wreck. I’ve had pain in my foot and I’ve been a bit less active because of that, but I’ve also been doing some dumb dumb things like playing Sims 3 and staying up too late and then skipping my workout in the AM. The fact that I haven’t missed a training run is a miracle.

And the food. Really, we shouldn’t talk about it. It is terrible. I had pizza on Friday, Thai food (curry made with coconut milk) on Saturday, a giant burger on Sunday and then fried nastiness from the movie theatre last night – a grilled cheese sandwich and some cinnamon rolls. The grease stains the kids left on my pants can attest to how bad that stuff was for us. On top of that, I feel terrible when I eat that way more than once a week. Emotionally I’m guilty and mad for eating that junk and physiologically I have way less energy and my GI is not a happy camper either.

And let’s not talk about the house. I can feel my blood pressure rise just thinking about it. There is junk EVERYWHERE. The kids’ kitchen stool is out in the yard still because Ben threw up on it last week and we took it out there to wash and it hasn’t come back in yet. Laundry is in baskets (mostly folded at least) all over the place. We have mystery EVERYTHING in the fridge. There are random bags that we’ve taken all over creation and still not unpacked so I know where virtually nothing is.

But enough bitching and moaning. I need plan. A plan of attack. So here it is.

• No computer games unless it’s the weekend and the house doesn’t look like a disaster zone.
• Spend 10 minutes before bed each evening returning things to their proper places.
• Continue making and executing meal plans … but nothing new, nothing fancy. Just get it done.
• No more slacking on the training. Every Damn Day (except possibly Saturday). Just Do It.
• JUST SAY NO. No more stuff. No more dates filling up on our calendar with anything except the best. No more Ms. Nice Girl.

This Thursday I am taking the day off work. I get to go see Tabby in her school program and then I get some blissful hours of mental health time. I will be using at least part of that to veg with a book or have a nap but I know I will use a bit of it at least to work on getting my life in order. Order means I can read to and play with the kids, hang with Matt and do other things for myself without distractions. Order is good.