You've all been there, right? That place where there are so many undone things that they become a malaise of "I'll get to it". I don't like feeling this way. It seems the modern mother is being shot out of a cannon before she opens her eyes in the morning and is burning the midnight oil to prepare for what comes next.
I did not weigh in yesterday. It's the first time in over a year that a Monday came and went without my noticing. This past week is a blur. My son was fitted for orthotic leg braces, both boys were vaccinated (who doesn't love two screaming children at 11am on a Tuesday?), my husband spent Friday afternoon having a Vasectomy (yay), which put him out of commission for the weekend, and my little family of four will be flying to Seattle in two days for my brother-in-law's wedding. (This will be the fourth time this summer that I've flown with a 2 and 4 year old).
September Goal? Slow the fuck down. I don't care if I lose any weight. But I do care about reigning in my output, eating the way I want to eat and creating some breathing room for things like sitting in my living room without a day-planner in my hands.
How will I do this? I'm not sure yet, but I'm going to spend a little time this weekend (in between wedding stuff) to think about what I need and how I can get it. Any wisdom, experience or experiments you'd like to share with me in the comments section would be welcome.
Pounds lost this week: 0
Total pounds lost: 78
The "I Did It" List
went to my local farmers market for fresh produce and grass-fed lamb
attended one boot camp class (the instructors cancelled classes to attend a conference)
completed 7 loads of laundry
juiced a few mornings
reclaimed our guest room and made it over into my home office and studio
held my babies while they endured injections in the thigh and didn't fall apart