Do you guys use the “reminders” function on your iPhone? Do you like how I assume everyone has an iPhone? I do use it, although I’m pretty bad at checking off things. It helps to write down all the things that need doing when you’re about to leave for the holidays, because Lord knows I don’t want to open up my suitcase in GA and find out that I forgot my HAIR DRYER or Eli’s iPod. The horror.
Anyway, I’ve got a list like whoa, and a cranky toddler who is getting over a poorly timed cold.
I’ve also got some exciting stuff to share.
My health coaching biz is up and ready to rock ‘n roll.
You can click on that lovely piece of work right there to visit my new site. And perhaps sign up for a free consultation.
You know you want to.
In other news, Eli had his first year appointment, and is officially not a baby anymore. Ugh.
Where does the time go? Why is he in such a hurry to be a big boy?
I also got sparkly shoes,
and saved my marriage by organizing the pantry.
I think the most shocking part of that little gem, is that it’s still looking relatively the same. I haven’t yet messed it up.
Anyway, I’m off to do this crazy stuff.
What are you all doing for this Thanksgiving holiday? Anybody hosting?
Cute picture to start:
- Sit down and eat my meals at a normal human pace. I’ve never been a fast eater. I’ve always been confident in the notion that my food will still be there after I’ve taken a small bite, chewed it, pondered the latest episode of True Blood, sipped some wine, and then made my way back for more. Now, the food might still be there, but my opportunity to eat it will be gone. I inhale now. It’s unfortunate, but a girl’s gotta eat!
- Allow my husband to take care of the baby without “checking in.” I realize I need to get over this. But then he asks me a question like, “Have you ever considered just leaving a bottle in the crib with him at night for when he gets hungry?” (Sorry, babe. Much love.) And then I have a mild heart attack and vow never to leave again.
- Stop wearing nursing tanks. You know they make pretty cute nursing BRAS. I have two of them from a company called Hot Milk. They are lacy. Racy. Sexy. But I can’t stop wearing my gross, boobs-your-face nursing tanks. Because I don’t like hitching up my shirt. And I love them. <3.
- Shave my legs more. I know. Gross, Sarah. But is there anything more tedious than shaving legs? Seriously. It’s even more irritating than washing my hair. It’s not that I don’t enjoy a smooth leg. Because I do. Sigh.
- Making a huge mess in my closet every night as I try on every piece of clothing I own. I so need to stop, because it’s hard to get into my closet anymore. But I just can’t get enough of it. It’s like crack. Every time I put on a pair of pants that I previously could not get over my THIGHS, I do a little dance. Say something ridiculous like, “Bazinga!” And then reach for another pair of pants. It’s probably my favorite activity now.
- Go to the gym. I’d like to, I suppose. I feel like I could use slightly more “push” than my current stroll around the pond with my dogs and my kiddo. I probably shouldn’t put this under my would-like-to-but-won’t list, because it’s going to happen. One day soon. Soon, one day.
And I think that’s a wrap for now. I’ve discovered a way to get something done in the morning. I have to hide from my son. He will actually bounce happily in his Jumperoo if he doesn’t see me and make eye contact. I’m just around the corner. It’s the darndest thing. The second I peek over at him, he will erupt into tears and have a brat attack.
Tonight I’m actually going out with the girls. It took some serious mental convincing, because we’re going out AFTER we put the babies to bed, so that means after 8. My first reaction was, “But that’s going to cut into my sleep time…”
However, I think this is one time when I need to forgo the extra couple of hours and just get my butt out of the house. And I’m inordinately excited to wear my fancy designer jeans that I bought six years ago. They’ve never been worn! But they will be worn tonight.
Any plans, folks? Any things you would like to do, but don’t want to? 🙂
I started off this beautiful morning with a truly delicious juice: grapefruit and ginger. A little sweet, a lot tangy, with a little spice. Perfect.
Yesterday started off really fantastic. I had one of the best grocery shopping experiences ever! You see, my food supply in the casa was incredibly low, and I had absolutely nothing fresh except apples, which while nice, are not meal-making nice. For a long time now, I have a had a certain routine when it comes to grocery shopping. Or maybe routine is the wrong word, perhaps… RULES. Yes, rules. I had a lot of them. No going to the grocery store hungry, without a list or without my reuseables. That may seem fairly normal and fine and logical. And it is. Going to the store hungry is a surefire way to blow the budget and buy junk!
However, that is not where the rules ended.
As time went on, my rules became exhaustive and restrictive. No eggs, no dairy, no high fructose corn syrup, no carbs, no beans, no overly sugar fruits, no white potatoes, no soy, no processed foods, and you probably get the picture. This list of restrictions made shopping a whole lot shorter of a process, but also a lot less fun. And what was I gaining from this? I had to ask myself, because it wasn’t like I was getting incredibly healthy, losing all the weight I wanted to lose, and feeling like a rockstar — quite the opposite, I was annoyed with myself for wanting to eat things other than green juices and salads. My digestive system was unhappy, and I just ended up going out to eat with Hubs and being a total monster anyway, getting in those precious sugars and carbs any way I could. Something had got to give. And so it has.
Yesterday, I gave intuitive shopping a try. I said to myself: Self, go in there and purchase what looks appealing to you. Go buy what you want to eat. Just do it.
It was so fantastic. I spent about 45 minutes in the store, browsing the aisle, smelling produce, thinking up recipes. I bought things like: white potatoes, whole wheat tortillas, eggplant, kale, grapefruits — and I bought black beans, tofu, and even some whole grain toaster waffles and pure maple syrup. I felt so happy! Isn’t it something, that you can restrict yourself so much in such a basic way, that going grocery shopping without rules becomes so amazingly fun?
The point here is that I didn’t load up my cart with Twinkies and Cheez Doodles. Far from it! My kitchen is now stocked up with very healthy, whole food, and a few processed things like the tofu, TJ’s Masala burgers, and some veggie sausage patties.
So that was sweet. Hanging out with some friends and vino last night was also sweet.
But unfortunately, I just couldn’t end the weekend on a sweet note.
I turned into CrazyTextingWino Sarah.
My victim? My husband, of course. Who happens to be in Arizona.
I’m clearly not going to go into the gory details of the massacre, but let’s just leave it at this: when in doubt, sleep it out.