I'm a Mother of 3, ages 12, 14 & 16. I write about my take on marriage, parenting, stuff I make, and compulsively post my Finger Lakes photos (along with whatever else spits in my eye). I'm also busy freaking out about my new adventure; completing a psychology degree.
I have a confession to make regarding a certain small obsession I've harbored for six years or so. There are only a few select visitor...
Friday, March 19, 2010
Marital Angst & Ass Shrinkage
KK, so I want to talk a bit about channeling anger and/or frustrations into exercise. DF Garden Mama calls this "excercizing your demons." Heading out on an anger patrol walk, it does wonders for shrinking your ass (I lost a ton last summer fury-walking.) As does splenda (especially the fiber enriched stuff):
Green St. Patty's day nails, green shamrock & Green fiberlicious Splenda.
(Anything that helps keep me regular has my vote.)
DH has recently come public to me with the idea that he simply cannot be happy if the house and mini-van are not in pristine shape vs. myself who is happy if she has time to write, watch the birds, and cook, even if you can't eat off of the floors, and even if the joint ain't jumpin' spotless this mama is glad to be alive and healthy. Worrying about living in a magazine cover, not my biggest concern, and I don't feel that this attitude makes me warped, psychologically unsound, a failure or discusting...
I mean, we're not talking TLC's Hoarders here. We're talking 3 kids a house full
of pets and 2 hrs away from clean.
In other words, I don't care if there is dust on my treadmill. Like, a LOTTA dust. I'll get to it when I get to it...
...Which happens to be now because I'm so pissed at my own inability to turn down a Whoopie Pie, or a ho ho, or a mocha latte. Soooo, I walked a lot yesterday. Like 10 miles total. Too much probably, but this pre-coffee morning I weighed 3lbs less. Soooo I have lost 3 lbs. since Wednesday. A pound a day. Not too shabby. And as I'm viciously striding along East Lake Rd. or ask-me-for-something-while-I'm-treadmilling-I-freakin'-dare-you'ing, I'm trying to release a little anger, and understand where my DH is coming from.
I am using this website Fit Tracker to track food and exercise. Essentially I need to be accountable to somewhere/when, and work toward a deadline. I also don't want to go to Weight Watchers because I just don't.
My message to my body? "Beware fat cells in my ass and belly, for you're time has come!" I plan on bringing some other "health foods" into my diet, to see if switching from regular oatmeal to sugar free actually makes a difference. Who knows right? Let's ask Jillian, oh that's right, she is a pill-hawking sell-out now. (Still angry about that. Boycotting Biggest Loser.)
RANT RAVE ALERT!!!
Oh and I'm also checking out this site Fly Lady to find some ways to keep the house up more, while not fueling frustration, anger, and a general feeling of "who the hell do you think you are" toward other individuals also known as my husband and children, who live with me and create mess but expect it all to be cleaned up after them.
So what are YOU going to do to feel better about yourself today?