Order

In my mind the last couple of weeks are joined into one giant blob and I cannot distinguish one day from another.  Every Monday at work people ask how your weekend was and I remember last Monday stopping to think what I actually did and realising I had no idea.  The weekend that just passed, aside from catching up with my family over lunch was spent Getting Stuff Done.  For the last few weeks we have been in a chaotic mess Getting Stuff Done and I look around and wonder what we actually achieved.

I don't even know if I can define Stuff.  We still have one room in the house that is half full of boxes and half full of Stuff that we cannot work out why we held onto it for so long in storage and that is to be put onto Ebay.  Eventually.  The kitchen, even though I remember cleaning it at least twice, looks like a bomb went off in it after I decided over the weekend that my baking mo-jo was back, and my study, while better that it was, still has two piles of Stuff To Deal With.  

The problem, I believe, goes back to moving in only a few weeks before the wedding.  Actually it may go further back to the whole building taking two years and in that time moving form one tiny unit to another and collecting stuff for the house which saw our storage shed grow and grow.  Then we moved in, unpacked only the essential stuff, while still working on the house before running away for 6 weeks.  We came back to have one week at home where more Stuff was done and then it was back to work where everything stopped because we both found ourselves with 6 weeks worth of work to catch up on.

It just feels so never ending.  And the house has so much work left to it as well.  This weekend will be spent doing a retaining wall out the back and out the front.  I just need some order of things, I need to feel like we are moving forward and not running from one side to another.  So it is back to A Goal A Week and this week my goal is to tick off at least one thing on my To Do List every single day and to  bring back some order into life so we can have a much better week and when I am asked next Monday how my weekend was I can answer with a total recall.

Eat Real Food

I sit here with two massive bruises on my left arm.  One on the inside of my elbow and another the size of a tennis ball on my left hand.  Even though they only needed to take blood 3 times I was pricked 5 times.  

A few years back when I had my bloods done the pathology technician (?) told me (as they were trying desperately to find a vein) that I could never be a heroine junkie.  I just stared at her.  Seriously?  I didn't know if she was trying to make me feel better or if it was some kind of an insult for taking so long?  For whatever reason they always struggle to find a vein.  This time I was asked if we were thinking about having children.  I said "maybe one day" and she laughed.  "Good luck with that.  You will need a lot of blood tests then" she said as she wiggled the needle around in my arm.

Suffice to say I will get the results next week.

Last week the goal was to go walking.  We walked on Monday, Tuesday.  And that was it.  First it was raining and then hubby became quite sick which left me exhausted as I was unable to sleep.  I did manage to continue getting up early most of the mornings but I couldn't bring myself to actually leave the house.  Of course thinking about it now it may have been just a little bit silly to decide to start walking at 6am in the middle of winter.  I think I will come back to this at the end of September.

This week I want to eat real food.  Which means I have a bit of a confession.  When Hubby and I first moved up here we left the house at 7am and came home at 7pm.  We came home exhausted and neither of us felt like cooking so we developed a bad take away habit.  Even though we don't travel like we used to, the take away habit appears to be a little too ingrained into us, as a few nights a week we still find ourselves picking up the phone or popping into drive "thru" on the way home.  This needs to stop.

So this week we cook.  We bought lots of fresh food on the weekend and stocked up the pantry and have no excuse at all not to cook.  And we are cooking real food.  Which means no stir through sauces, nothing with ingredients we don't recognise.  It may take longer but if we are going to cook then we are going to use real food.  I did some reading on the weekend and it fired me up to cook with real ingredients.  As my focus is on health right now this is the way it has to be.  Which is easy to say in the morning, I might feel differently after a full day of work.  We will see.

Walking

I prepped myself last week and this week I go walking.  I managed to get up at 6am everyday last week except for yesterday, but in my defense we didn't get home on Saturday night until 1am and 5 hours sleep was not going to happen.  This morning it was up at 6 and even Hubby rolled out of bed with me to go walking.  We hooked Mr C up to his second harness as we discovered that he has had a late growth spurt and his first one doesn't fit.  He was never a "chunky" pug but suddenly he is starting to look more "pugish".  Even his little winter coat from last year didn't fit around him anymore.  So all three of us left to bare the cold.

The sun was just rising and it was cold but once we got started we didn't seem to notice so much.  It was nice walking around and having a sticky at the houses around us.  It was also nice for Hubby and I to just talk with no distractions.  Twenty minutes had passed and we turned around to head back.  Almost immediately the road was full of cars and trucks and it seemed that everyone was now out of bed ready to start their day.  

Walking is not so much about my physical health, it is a causal pace, it is more a case of developing a morning routine because at the moment it is so rushed, I just want to put some things into place and do it everyday, go for a walk, have a shower, have breakfast and then start my day.  Already I feel more like I am in control and ready for the day.  And I do feel good knowing that I have exercised already.  Whenever I say I will go for a walk 3 times a week I don't walk at all.  Because which three days will it be?  Every day I tell myself, tomorrow.  Well this time it is everyday so I just need to get up and get on with it instead of arguing with myself about whether today is the day or not.  Today is the day for starting my morning routine, and so far, I like it.

Hello Second Half of the Year

So here I am facing the second half of the year. I am now a married woman, 30, and after 2 years finally moved into our first house. The last six months has been so busy it all seems a blur. And now I am looking into the rest of the year and with no wedding to plan and no house to build, I suddenly find myself with a lot of free time. What better way to start blogging again. 

I am not sure where things are heading right now. I am the person who has to have a plan for everything but I have thrown them all away. I even pulled out of uni because I really didn't know what I wanted at the end of it. I need to have time out to work out what it is that I want and where I want to go and I am not putting any time frame on this either. So for now Hubby and I are enjoying the new house, slowly unpacking the last of the boxes and taking it easy. My only focus at the moment is my health. I was diagnosed with PCOS about 18 months ago and have done nothing to fix it. Frankly I didn't have time. Now I do. 

I am setting myself a goal each week. Huge massive health overhauls don't work for me as I always crash and burn in under a week. So this time I am taking it slowly and gently and making one small change a week. This week I am getting up at 6am each morning, including the weekend. I might add this is a solo effort as hubby has stayed nice and warm in bed till about 7, but I have been up having coffee and found time to read again. Life is better already.