I’m not entirely sure how long it will last (because, you know what they say about the best laid plans) but I am currently enjoying my new-found passion, running. I’ve done it before in the past, done it for years, actually. Somehow I always fall off after a few months and end up back to walking (BOOOOORRRRING!). I’m beginning to think there might be some sort of pattern. Bugaboo goes to school, I suddenly get sleep, eat well and have tons of energy to exercise. Bugaboo has three weeks off, I get two hours of sleep a night, barely scrape appetizing meals together and gain weight. Hmmmm…pattern? I WONDER WHAT THE PATTERN IS.
After gaining twenty-five pounds and feeling like a slug, I up and decided I’m taking back my life. I’m gonna do things for myself, gosh darn it. I’m good enough, I’m smart enough and GOSH DARNIT, People like me! Finding a way to fit it in will be interesting. But I want to do this. I NEED to do this. My sanity needs it and my family needs my sanity. Sad, depressed, couch-potato mommy is no fun, doesn’t clean and makes yucky food for dinner. Happy, energetic mommy cleans the house, does nice things for her family and makes awesome dinners for her family. And eats more potatoes.
Little, blue happy pills suck. I’ve finally decided I’m done with them. I am tired of how they make me feel. They make me feel…numb. Not myself. I cannot follow conversations because I’m too busy looking at cloud formations and staring straight ahead like a deer in headlights. Little, blue happy pills also give me problems sleeping, give me a gag reflex and make me very, very apathetic. And they interfere with…erm…you know. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Stuff. Husband and Wife stuff. YOU KNOW, RELATIONS????? Sheesh.
Wanna know what always carries me through when I’ve had it with the little, blue happy pills? Exercise. The one and only time in my life I felt TOTALLY AWESOME was a few years ago when I was regularly going to the gym, taking good care of myself and in good shape. According to my doctor, the only thing wrong with me medically (besides the fact that I am pre-diabetic and have two degenerative discs in my back. You know, little stuff) is the fact that I don’t get enough sleep and I don’t get enough exercise. Those are the sole reasons I gained weight. Those are the reasons I feel BLAH. I know, you’re asking the same thing I asked. HOW THE F@ck am I supposed to get sleep? How the F@ck am I supposed to get exercise? Seriously?
Ancient Chinese Secret.
Turns out that Bugaboo’s school schedule this year is much more conducive to carrying on a “normal” life. I get to take naps, I have time to clean my house, I have time to run errands AND I CAN EXERCISE ON A REGULAR BASIS. And? Bugaboo no longer has 3-4 week breaks! Bugaboo has 3-5 DAY BREAKS. As in, one full school week at a time. THAT’S IT. Except for Christmas, which kinda turns out to be ten days.
Y’ALL! I am getting a life!
I’m going to be babysitting more, volunteering more, exercising more…just the thought of it makes me giddy as a school girl. Wanna know what else makes me giddy as a school girl? RUNNER’S EUPHORIA. It’s the most amazing thing in the world. It makes me feel great! I have energy! I can’t nap because I feel so good! Next time remind me not to run before I nap! Ok?!?!!!!! OMG! Anyways, this euphoria? I missed it. It’s good to have “ME” back. Super-energetic, happy, optimistic, super-giddy me. The old me. And you know what else is back?
You know. Stuff. THAT kind of stuff. Husband and Wife stuff. You know. RELATIONS, MMKAY?
Yeah. Loving this running. Betcha Husband is, too.