Category: Personal

December birthdays and resolutions

Another thing to hate about a December birthday. I firmly believe a year n someones life is more important that the earth’s trip around the sun.Everyone is on a personal journey & therefore it one should make “resolutions” saying, ” when I’m 33 I will…” as apposed to “in 2017 i will…” It’s so much more personal to start it on YOUR day. That’s how I see it anyhow. However, when you have a December birthday, it’s hard to sick to this way of thinking. If my resolution is to start getting up a 5 AM (which one of mine is, actually) , then  go to CA for a week. to visit in-laws. I can’t very well get up at 5 AM here. I haven’t done it long enough to be in a routine about it yet, then the time change, + then  what do I do? at home I Pump, catch up on emails, start breakfast, put away dishes, then it’s usually about 7 & time to wake up the baby & the rest of the house. Here… Well, let’s get into the excuses. Some of which are valid.

  • The baby’s not sleeping because we’re in a new place. +We’re having to co-sleep (I’m so against this But,  grandma got him a rocker to sleep in. this doesn’t work AT ALL for m tummy sleeping little boy) So I’ve been basically  cat napping through the night because I’m terrified I’m going to smoosh the baby. I’m staying i that bed as long as possible.
  • WTF am I supposed to do for 3 hours? no dishes to put away. I don’t want to wake anyone up, so making breakfast is out. It would be cold by the time the household got up anyway.
  • Working out (another resolution) is also out. no tennis shoes.
  • The baby won’t sleep.

Anyway, you get the idea. Also eating healthy, a third resolution, really, at the holidays, at my mother in laws house? I don’t think so.She buys margarine for Pete sake. do you understand how long it’s been since I’ve had margerine? eew. Says the girl who downed a Starbucks frappachino like it was her job this evening.

SO when I get back, there’s a instagram quote: discipline

Cheesy and basic AF, I know. But for real. this is true about much, much more than just fitness.

My final resolution is to attempt to be done, or at the very least wrapping up, by 4PM EVERY DAY. It’s insane that I get up at 7 and get home at 9. I know I’m running my own business and working in the office, but really. If I can’t be at least wrapping up and on my way home by 4, I’ve planned too much. I thing I have a VERY bad habit of doing. I’m hoping limiting my time will force me to plan better & leave me energy to plan for the next day because I’m not so tired I simply fall into bed.

This much-needed vacation, although making it difficult to start these resolutions, has given me the space to think of them and what I need to do to achieve them. Vacations are good. especially when you think you’re too busy to take one.

Baby-moon

In your third trimester, this is literally the WORST idea. OK, maybe not the worst if you’re going to the quaint little spa package at the mountain resort 2-3 hours from home. Probably really fun. Especially if you’ve had the easy-peasy pregnancy I have, have been staying active, & are generally healthy. In which case, please go for it. You’ll have a great time. I do not recommend, however, that you attempt to go 23+ hours in the car to visit your “good time” family in Maine.

The trip started in a less than desirable way. We planned on dropping the car off at the auto place @ 7ish AM for an oil change. Husband would pick me up and take me to the office where I would do payroll etc for the week, and we’d get on the road as soon as they were done. Say, 9:30 (generously) and drop off 2/3 dogs at the kennel on the way out of town. One, Two, Three, BREAK!   As in my car. The auto place calls me at 10:15 and gives me a laundry list of EXPENSIVE things that are wrong with my car. Not only that, but they haven’t touched the one thing I asked them to do (my oil). I say they call me, but in truth they call Husband. Husband doesn’t know a thing about a car. Pre-husband, I dated a few car guys (Hi Joel and Frank! You’re internet famous now!) and managed to sponge off some knowledge. So, Husband calls me a little freaked ($900+ will do that to a guy) and I call the tire place back & talk to the guy. My dear friend Ryan, who’s in the office,  hears me talking to the car people and solidifies my opinion on the matter. Frankly, fuck you do my oil and stop trying to up sell me services. Oh, and surely they’ve DONE my my oil while they’ve been waiting on me to talk to them, right? NO THEY HAVEN’T. WTF! They’ll get right on it. augh. At 12:30, I call them back and get the, “oh ya. just finished”. Wonderful.

We drop off 2/3 dogs at “camp” on the way out of town

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Ale thinks he’s at camp. Beta is not so sure. 

, swing through the grocery to buy fruit and snacks for road food. We get on the road about 1400. This puts us in Atlanta traffic, as well as Columbia traffic. Plus trying to stop every few hours for me so I don’t get too swollen and miserable. And on these stops, trying to find non-road food because the salt REALLY aggravates me. EVERYTHING tastes salty. We get into my darling friend Ellie’s in VA about 2 AM. This poor girl has a fussy 3 month old & here we come with my 31 week self, 6’4″, 300 Lbs  husband, and talkative 65 Lbs Australian Shepherd. Sweet Ellie has set up a room upstairs and has a giant pregnancy pillow on the bed. I love my friends.

It’s here we make the best decision of the trip. We stay all day Tuesday and plan on leaving on Wed morning. This lets me see her for a WHOLE DAY (SMILES!), explore the winery where she keeps her horse, meet her horse  (Magic! the OTTB x-timber horse who I had yet
to m0803161101eet) , chill with her husband (who I’ve met once) play with the baby, extend the cat claws and mutter critique the girl graciously riding Magic while Ellie has been out with the baby. (Full disclosure: I’m REAL judgy watching people ride. However, my saving grace is I’m JUST as hard on myself if I ever see a video or picture.) We go to lunch at the Alley Light where I had a brilliant soup-sandwich (I’m very into soup these days) , TAKE A NAP (which I’m also very into these days) The whole day was magical and perfect. Including the scheming to see each other more.

The next day Husband and I found a cute breakfast place and headed on to Maine. I was MUCH more impatient this day, and MUCH more miserable. I can only imagine if we hadn’t spent a day walking around. I would have been an even more miserable pregnant lady.  We’ll definitely do the same going back home in a few days. We FINALLY made it to Maine from Virginia in 12 hours & lots of stopping & swolen feet. Seriously dreding the drive back as I’ll 2 extra weeks preggers by then. You know what though, worth it. One of my best vacations everywhere we’ve stopped and slept & visited. Juat this driving around thing…

On January 30, 2016, I realized I am fat

I say this not to fat shame. Girl (or Boy) if you feel good, than rock it sister (brother). This is also not to say “I’m beautiful in spite of/because I’m fat”, which I understand is a thing now. I say this because I look at this picture, and see pretty much the equivalent of a teen aged pony who likes too much grass and gets “opinionated” when she doesn’t get it. This horse is not an athlete. Suitable for lessons, some showing. maybe can pull out some piece of it’s old abilities on a good day, but not an athlete. My horses are athletes, I owe it to them to be closer to the part than I currently am.

So I had a little cry, and decided I ACTUALLY needed to get myself together. I ENJOY eating good food. The problem is I enjoy eating ALL food. Fruits and veggies? Sure. But also a greasy cheeseburger, loaded twice baked potatoes, taco’s, sushi, and much much more. My only saving grace is I’m not a soda or sweets person. Unless it’s a cookie. Or ice cream.

Another positive is that I cook REALLY well. This too is a double edged sword. I can roast carrots as easily as make home made alfredo sauce (1 wedge Parmesan cheese, one pint cream, one stick of butter. Done) Which feeds 6’4″ gym rat husband better, do you think? This is an excuse. I know it is. And one I’ve been using for almost 3 years now. I need a grazing muzzle.

Yesterday we started back on Whole30. Sort of. We’ve done it before and felt great at the end, but even then we made some of our own rules from the beginning. 1) a week before we will stop buying anything NOT approved. However, if it’s in the fridge when we start, we’re not about to waste food. I’m a horse trainer and he’s a full time college student. Quite frankly we can’t afford to be throwing away food. 2) If I bake bread, we can have it. I know. I know. That goes against everything. But when I say “bake bread” I mean I buy whole kernels of wheat and grind them. I guess what we’re actually saying is no commercial flour* or flour products. 3)Dairy on Whole30 is out. We decided to allow raw milk with ours.

Today I’m also walking. (My brain thinks, “Like you don’t walk enough at the farm Lady”) but obviously I do not. We’ll see how this goes.

*I highly recommend this to everyone. Look at a bag of flour, even “whole wheat” flour,  in the grocery store. There are at LEAST 12 ingredients. That’s because in the process of making light, fluffy flour commercial factories separate the bran from the germ. the germ has pretty much no nutritional value, but it’s light and fluffy. That’s the part we get at the store (livestock gets the bran). The factories re-add 7 vitamins and minerals that were initially stripped away (Wheat before the process has something close to 30). Even “whole wheat” has only limited amounts of bran added back in. No I can’t make light fluffy French bread with ONLY my grain, but I can use over 1/2 what the recipe calls for, and that’s a ton more nutrition than I’d otherwise get.