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justdestinyhttps://justdestiny.wordpress.comWriter. Editor. Sorta single mom delighting in the daily sublime with my three wack-a-doodle kids.
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Seven Sentences for Sunday: The Anxious Annie Edition

  1. The Mayor and I completed our first 5K together yesterday in honor of suicide prevention. Such a worthy cause and such and incredibly fun workout. We held hands the entire way and had some great conversation. And now we already want to do another one again soon.
  2. I gained 0.2 pounds this week. Not bad considering I didn’t hit the gym once, but I still need to get my butt in gear and get those numbers going in the opposite direction.
  3. The closer we get to closing on our house, the more nervous I get that something is going to come along and screw it all up. I am trying to remain positive, but this anxiety is getting the best of me.
  4. The Mayor got a job where he has to work outside of the house. This seems like a silly point for most, but we have worked side by side at home for the past 20 months, so it’s going to take some getting used to. I’m incredibly proud of him for following his passion, though.
  5. I am looking forward to working out this week with my new gym partner—my 12 year old daughter J. Maybe I can instill the love of exercise with her at an early age since it seems to have bypassed me.
  6. R is looking for a new book series to read. She is finishing Percy Jackson and couldn’t get into the Lord of the Rings that I bought her. Maybe another Rick Riordan? Narnia? Or Lemony Snicket? Suggestions?
  7. Every year there comes a time—and it’s never predictable when it is—when work is slow. I am lucky to get an article a day. That time has been this past week, which has only made my nerves worse because I have nothing to focus on but the creeping negative thoughts. But I keep fighting the good fight.

I love you all, some more than others.

Seven Sentences for Sunday: The Fed Up Edition

  1. Hairballs are disgusting; I am glad I have The Mayor to clean them.
  2. I must remember that losing weight is a journey not a sprint. I am 7 weeks in, 7 lbs down and already fed up with how slow this is happening.
  3. I had a mini breakdown yesterday due to lack of motivation for working out. But as a good friend says, those days are going to happen, it’s how you handle them and then crush your goals despite them.
  4. I might be looking to bootcamp again. I think I miss the camaraderie and the accountability.
  5. Any bootcamping will have to be done after June 1 because we will be moving before then.
  6. That’s right, we got approved, put an offer on a house, it was countered, then I accepted. Closing is May 16, which means I only have 36 more days of nerves to deal with.
  7. I want to go to the first day of Bunbury so bad: The Killers, The Mowgli’s, Red Wanting Blue. Now I just have to find a sitter for 12 hours.

I love you all, some more than others.

Seven Sentences for Sunday 3/27/16: She Has Risen Edition

  1. I forgot to blog this week because I was so busy digging through paperwork for our mortgage broker and the underwriter who are doing their damnedest to help us get the house we love. We’re close.
  2. I am down another 2 pounds and I felt both of them because I have been bouncing around the same 3-4 pounds. It’s nice to have landed low.
  3. Ez is guest writing for a sentence: I LOVE CHOCOLATE!!!!
  4. And now J is taking her turn: I can’t drown my demons; they know how to swim.
  5. Clearly J is neck deep in angsty preteendom and she made me promise not to ask her any questions about it but she did tell me that it was a quote she found that resonated with her.
  6. And not to be outdone, R would also like a turn: I WILL SMASH THINGS!!!
  7. I’ve left my tomb unattended and I am risen again like a mofo.

I love you all, some more than others.

Oh, Fine, I’ll Keep Keepin’ On

Last week I came clean and discussed my struggles with my weight. While I don’t intend for this to become a weight loss blog per se, I am going to use it to document my journey and all the ups and downs along the way. And this week there were ups. I gained 0.8 pounds at my weigh-in this week and I was dismayed to say the least. I wanted to reach for the nearest box of Tagalongs or Samoas that I have thus far resisted because, fuck it, if I’m gonna gain, I at least want a reason! My meeting coach did a good job of talking me down, and I sat down for the meeting frustrated and vowing to go even lower on my points this week. Continue reading →

A Weighty Issue

It’s no secret to those who have grown up with me that I’ve always struggled with my weight. Both my parents have weight problems and the apple does not fall far from that tree in this house. I was never the skinny cheerleader—my soccer thighs precluded me from splits and handsprings. In my adult years, back to back to back pregnancies took their toll as three little ones entered my life. After my youngest was born, I was bound and determined to lose the baby weight once and for all and found great success with Drs. Chris and Kara Mohr with their nutrition wisdom and kickass fitness bootcamps. I shed my baby weight and then some and weighed less than I did in 8th grade. And then my divorce happened. And after that a mental breakdown. Six years later, multiple medication changes for meds that are known to pack on the pounds, and here I am 100, yes that’s triple digits, 100 pounds heavier than I weighed when I was boot camping and crossfitting and paleo-ing my life away. Continue reading →

Falling Ahead

It seems strange to be mulling over summer memories as the leaves are tumbling down and pumpkin spice everything is in full effect. But on this crisp autumn day, that’s exactly what I have found myself doing. I attribute this reminiscing to several things: the fact that today I put away my flip flops after weeks of crunching leaves under open-toes due to my hard headed refusal to accept autumn and the necessity for full tootsie covering footwear. See you in April, I sigh, lacing up my trusty gym shoes to walk down memory lane of warm sunny days of yore. It does not bode well for me and my tendency toward seasonal depression that Halloween hasn’t hit yet and already I am in full winter hibernation mode. This dwelling on summer fun could also be attributed to the fact that it was, indeed, the Golden Summer of 2015. Continue reading →

There’s Something About Mary

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On Day 3 of the 12 Days of Christmas challenge, my sister suggested I ponder what it would be like to be Mary. A not-so-simple task, I jumped on it and below I wax poetic. Enjoy…

Anyone who knows me personally might find it laughable that I could compare myself to Mary, mother of Jesus, but I propose we have a few things in common. Though I’ll be the first to admit Mary’s devotion to God and steadfast womanly innocence are wildly different from my own, we both have gone through the rigors of childbirth—and we both made treks of quite some distance prior to bringing life into this world. Continue reading →

Songs of Good Cheer

To my loyal readers:

I am currently participating in a writing challenge prompted by my sister, with whom I occasionally keep a blog over at crossingthestreams.net. For the next 10 days, I will be posting every day on a Christmas related theme. I do not mean to inundate your mailbox, I just ask you to stay with me until I return back to my regular rhythm of 1-2 times per week. If you’d like to see both of our responses to the challenge, I encourage you to check out crossingthestreams. In the meantime, read on for a quick discussion on Christmas music and my favorite Christmas song…please comment with your own favorites if you are so inclined! Continue reading →

Dear Santa: My 2014 Letter to Santa

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Dear Santa:

As I sit down to compose my 2014 letter to you, I wonder why I haven’t thought to do so in years past. I also find myself feeling incredibly greedy, as this has been a year of granted wishes. In spite of a pretty horrific start to the year, Christmas came early on July 31 when the man of my dreams entered my life. From then on, 2014 has been one big amusement park ride of excitement and thrills. From road trips to buying my own home, I have been walking the yellow brick road of good fortune. Continue reading →

Seven Sentences for Sunday: The Parenting Lessons for Myself Edition

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  1. When the kids are in public and behave so well that I just can’t believe it, I will never again rehash the experience with Adam (or anyone, for that matter), for that will only cement a meltdown at the nearest possible future moment.
  2. Having the Mayor around as a partner during Christmas time has countless benefits, not the least of which is his uncanny ability to remember to move Dobby the Elf into his daily hiding place—something I failed miserably at last year as he stayed in the same spot for 5 days straight and I blamed the children’s obvious misbehavior on his inability to take his eyes off them.
  3. 8 is a super cool age. It was for J and it’s working out so far for R. Just don’t tease her about having a pretend crush on Carrie Underwood or point out if she might be crying…No. Seriously. Don’t.
  4. R and I were exchanging favorites in her family journal. She asked me about my favorite book and when I wrote her, “To Kill a Mockingbird,” she responded with concern, “Your favorite book sounds sad…” Must. Remember. Their. P.O.V.
  5. This is the last year for Santa for J—she refused to tell me what she wants the big guy to bring her. She even went so far as to whisper in his ear when we went to see him this afternoon. Just a little test to see if he’s real.
  6. Lesson for The Mayor: No matter how solid your grounds are, never, I mean never, say Elsa is a brat and Anna is the one who everyone should like.
  7. Backup my pictures. I seem to have lost a ton of pictures that I had earmarked to scrapbook later—including all of J’s pictures that I took of her crossing the borders of the 37 states she’s visited. I see many more road trips in our future.

I love you all, some more than others.