The Best Weekends Make Reality Stink

Reality stinks, especially after a fabulous three day weekend.

I didn’t work a bit. My sister came up and we went out for yummy meals and shopped and battled my husband at mini golf and games, and then when she left I still had yesterday off with the house to myself to sleep in and get random things done and visit with friends… The best weekends make for the hardest mornings back.

It’s a big week in our home and thinking about it makes me a little nauseous. After two weeks of watching people’s desks slowly empty out at work, I know our department is next. It could come at any moment and they give almost no warning. And on the other side, my husband has his first big case on Thursday. This case will basically set the tone for the rest of our year – where we can live, and how bad the aforementioned layoff possibility might be…

I really want to bury my head in the sand and not think about it at all. Things have been going so well, the fact that we’re essentially on the brink of make it or break is something I just don’t want to consider. I try to walk the fine line between optimism and getting your hopes up, but I’m never very good at it.

So, instead I’m focusing on the fact I ate tons of junk all week and still managed not to undo all of my hard work to this point :)

And that I have a wonderful husband who offered to drive me in to work so I don’t have to deal with the 40 below wind chills this morning. (Moving to a warmer climate is becoming a much more enticing plan B to our lives)

And that I have such a fantastic little sister that  I miss her even when she was just here.

Bring on the week…

Weeks 4 & 5: Frustration, Redemption & The Need For Caffeine

I couldn’t bring myself to post last week – I was too angry. I was following all of the rules and moving backwards, after only a few weeks, and I was too frustrated to talk about it. When this happened last time, as it always seems to, I gave up.

But I didn’t this time. Gaining weight while following the rules wasn’t going to break my stride, because I did something different this time. I didn’t play all of my cards at once.

Normally, I decide I’m going to give up everything that’s bad for me, start eating everything good, and work out every day – then I crash and burn. This time, I didn’t. This time I did one thing at a time. First: I could eat whatever I wanted as long as it fit in the points plan. That had me incorporating some small, healthier changes into my meals.

The setback was momentum to get me to the gym, adding one more thing. Which I hate, no question about it, but which I suffered through. And I’ll admit, seeing the numbers drop makes getting myself to keep going a little bit easier.

My big hangup, the thing I know I need to change (aside from my hatred of workout machines) is my overwhelming need for caffeine, which I get from lattes and Coke which are incredibly non-nutricious. I want to not need it. I have made it to that point before, but at the moment I’m am horribly dependent on it. And still permanently exhausted.

Yes, I would love 8 hours of sleep a night. But I’m already going to bed at 9:15pm. I just can’t go to sleep any earlier. I need more hours in my day than that!

I know before dawn on this Monday morning I can’t be the only person running on fumes. Where do you guys get your energy from? What have you found to get you through the day without setting back your day?

Book Review: Girls In White Dresses by Jennifer Close

Book #2: Girls In White Dresses by Jennifer Close

Picture: Barnes & Noble

I love a book that makes me laugh out loud. This one did, over and over again.

I’ve been wanting to read this book for a while, but I felt odd about it. I’m not the girl that this book was written for. I’m the antithesis of that girl – something that’s very obvious to me some days. I was the first one to get married. I had one year of post-college, normal “20s” life, then I started law school, met my husband and was engaged before summer.

But, contrary to my expectations, I still found this book relatable. You can hear some of these conversations coming out of your friends’ mouths, or your own. It’s fresh and engaging, ignoring the cliches of “waiting for Mr. Right” and instead illustrating what real life looks like while you are looking for it.

Except… When I brought the book up to some girlfriends at coffee on Sunday, the only one not married or engaged replied “The book about the girls having a midlife crisis because they’re single? It was ok.”

That was NOT what I took away from this book AT ALL. Which makes me wonder if I got it at all. Is that what I was supposed to see? Is that what it means to someone going through it?

In some ways, I feel like I missed out on those years, and wish I would have had a few more of them. In other ways, I’m glad I never had to. I love being married. I love feeling settled and always having a safe place to land.

Either way, Girls In White Dresses was a quick, fun read that I loved. A+