For this week’s Munchkin Monday post, I wrote about my sister moving into our house with her family. They’ve been here for a month as of Tuesday and it’s been an adjustment for all of us, but we’ve managed and we’re getting used to living as one household of six (plus two dogs) instead of two households of three and a dog each. (It’s sort of like the Brady Bunch in my house but without the awesome housekeeper.)
Now that we’re all settled in, however, there are some things that I’ve learned I need to get back to work on. In a way, I think of it as starting over — recommitting myself to my health and fitness while managing a family twice the size of what I’m used to. Not everything is my responsibility…but I am. I need to take care of myself, and I was doing well with it until this big life change occurred. Over the last month, my stress level has risen and along with it, my desire for sugar and salt — soda and fast food and all the things I’m supposed to be avoiding. It’s showing on the scale and inside my body; my weight has gone back up and I’m feeling more edgy and tired. We’ve set up a play space for the boys in the basement and all of us have bags upon bags of clothes that we want to donate, but my sister wants to sort through her bags and Hubs wants to create an itemized list of everything we have for our taxes. (Just picturing that is exhausting to me, so I think I’ll leave him to it!) Unfortunately, the part of the basement holding the bags was previously my exercise space, and we’ve had so many other things to do that we never got around to clearing the space until about a week ago. Now I have my space back, but I’m also considering the PiYo exercise program that would allow me to exercise in my living room. Then it’s just a matter of dragging myself out of bed early every morning…
So here’s what I want to do.
Get my nutrition back in line. I’ve heard a lot about Shakeology but there’s just no way Hubs and I can budget for it at this point in time, so I have to find another way. I have Carnation Breakfast Essentials in the house, but they’re pretty high in sugar (18g per packet) so I think I’m just going to let my sister have them and stick to plain milk or tea in the mornings. I’ve already switched out all of my sister’s white pasta for whole grain and veggie pastas (because whole wheat is probably pushing it for them and I refuse to cook separate meals for myself every night), and I’ve made a point of keeping a good stock of produce in the house. Now I just have to make sure I remember to eat.
Resume intense exercise. I know the number on the scale isn’t everything, but the fact that the most recent number I saw was higher than the previous one makes me angry. I’m not going to wallow in my misery or feel sorry for myself. My space is clear and now I just have to get back on the horse and make my diet and exercise work for me. I think it’ll help my sleep, too, because this is not cool.
Make a point of taking vitamins and supplements. Dr. K asked me to keep taking my prenatals and omega-3 supplements, and I’ve already added a B complex to that. I’d also like to factor in a biotin (hair, skin, and nails) supplement and then I think I’ll feel like I’m where I should be…especially if I’m not going to have Shakeology or Carnation as a backup in the mornings. (I really ought to figure out some healthy shake or smoothie I can mix up for breakfast, though.) The one thing that sucks? I also have to take these, at least temporarily. Yay for hormone assistance?
Start writing. This is as much about my emotional and mental health as it is about physical health and for me, I feel ready. I feel like it’s time. It’ll make me feel more productive to resume creative writing, and after reading I Shall Be Near to You, I feel inspired to write. I don’t know if it’ll be the #1 New York Times bestseller like my ten-year-old self told my grandmother it would be, but it’ll be something. I’m dead-set on that.
There’s nothing stopping me except me at this point, but raising a red light isn’t part of my plans. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no slowing down now — it’s green lights from here on out. I may not be able to shrink or destroy the cysts on my ovaries, but I can fight the disease that’s keeping me from another baby by taking good care of myself. It’ll make me happy and I’m ready to do it. I’m ready to be happy again. I’m ready to see more progress in the right direction. I’m ready to reclaim myself.
I’m ready to start over. I hope you’re ready to come along for the ride!