While sitting down and eating a fabulous pasta dinner make by hubby…
Noah: Daddy, noodles are yummy…mmmm…noodles are good. You’re a genius daddy.
I shot a look at hubby saying I can’t believe you taught him that. Hubby smiled and said “he came up with that one all on his own.”
Later I was a genius for hitting in a few nails. It’s nice to be so smart.
Really, you want to know the secret? Send the kids to grandma and grandpa’s. My MIL is coming to visit for Thanksgiving a week from today and we had to get the playroom turned into a guest room. I know if you have been reading my blog for any length of time you will know that our guest room is now in it’s third location. We have a really small house but are fortunate enough to have 3 rooms upstairs–the playroom use to be Noah’s room. Noah’s current room was the junkroom office and Zoë’s current room was first the guest room and then Noah’s second room. and Noah’s current room was also once the guest room. I know it’s a bit confusing, but now all 3 rooms upstairs have served as both the guest room and Noah’s room. Zoë has been lucky and she has had only one room.
So, today we hung a door and moved the guest bed/futon and rearranged some furniture and toys. I love to rearrange furniture because it makes everything seem new when it isn’t. My brother teases me quite often that he has never met anyone who rearranges more than I do. I enjoy it and I have always moved furniture around as often as possible for the “new” room feel. It’s cheaper than buying stuff to really make the room new.
How to do freshen/change up your space without spending money on those things that would really make it new?
Just had to post this picture of Noah in the bounce house….
I have not written about weight loss in a long time–probably because I have fallen off the bandwagon and there really isn’t loss going on. I have skirted the severity of the issue and it is time that I address with brutal honesty the serious nature of the issues. I am not dying…not any faster than I am just through natural aging–don’t want to freak any of you out.
I have PCOS and have written about that previously–sorry too lazy to look through past posts for specifics. Because of this my hormones are messed up–especially my estrogen and I am insulin-resistant. This means i have a hard time raising my good cholesterol number and my triglycerides are high. This puts me at high risk for type II diabetes and heart disease. Now, while there really isn’t much I can do to change the facts, I can change everything else. With diet and moderate exercise I can reverse the effects of the PCOS–not get rid of it but manage it–and reduce my risk for type II diabetes and heart disease substantially. I have been ignoring this. PCOS is what is keeping me from getting pregnant and I think that subconsciously I didn’t want to get pregnant–that is a whole separate post–but now that we have decided not to do IVF there is no reason I can’t work on being healthy. I need to do it for myself and I want to do it for my kids. I want to be healthy and I want to live to see my grandchildren grow-up as well as my own children.
It has been really easy to just ignore the severity of it and treat my weight loss as a cosmetic goal, but it isn’t. I owe it to myself to be honest an to work hard to really make sure that I am doing everything I can to be healthy. I don’t want to be put on meds to control these issues (insulin resistance) that can be handled through simple diet and exercise changes. I haven’t made my health a priority, partly because that means I would have to address the real issues that I have and the serious turn they could take.
Thank you for listening.
I stole this meme from Paige. I wanted to post something substantial today but I just don’t feel like I have the mental capacity. I promise something more in-depth tomorrow–I think I might have said that yesterday…I am tossing around a few ideas and hope to have something solid by tomorrow.
It’s easy–ONE WORD answers only
Where is your mobile phone? purse?
Where is your significant other? Couch
Embracing Imperfection 