Posted in life

Sugary Hangover

I have been eating super clean since early November with occasional (T-Day, Christmas) little splurges of treats.

But yesterday for my husband’s birthday we had family over and had pizza, and a Carvel ice cream cake, and cupcakes (because I think my son thinks I’m a heathen and would not have something to stick a candle in). I had the pizza, I had the cake and although I was going to save the cupcake, I ate it bit by “I’m not going to eat anymore” bit.

I woke up in the middle of the night to gagging on acid from the reflux of food I ate quickly confirming that my new eating habits were the right choice for me.

This morning I feel like the morning after an alcoholic binge – a shaky, somewhat weep mess. I don’t even drink anymore for that exact “oh lord what did I do/say” reason <– which really hasn’t been a problem for a number of years, but one alcoholic drink will have that affect on me.

Or maybe it’s all because I lost an hour of sleep in the time change….

Posted in 2021, Goals, life

Welcome to 2021!

I don’t usually use New Years as a time to start at 0 or set goals. I like to use my birthday to re-set and I’ve given up on goals because I’m afraid to fail so why bother.

But this year is different I’m sure you’ll all agree. In the words of Queen Elizabeth in 1992, it was “annus horribilis”.

It started out great! Plenty of jobs on the books, a trip to Cabo with friends, and then the creepy crawly tendrils started wending their way into our lives. 

I remember first it was “wash your hands!”  We were still only at that phase when we went to Maine for a long weekend. It was another couple of weeks before the shit really hit the fan.

That came in the middle of March and places were closing down and we were like “what the f….”. What else was there to do but close down for a week to at least figure out what was going to happen. Fortunately one job just finished up, one was exterior work, and the other a bathroom that didn’t impact the homeowners too much.

But enough of that. It was just mentally a tough year for us all. People working from home, with kids learning remotely.  People with no jobs at home. People (like us) who were still working everyday and praying everyone would stay safe (they have!).

And then there was the election. OMG that election. I think it’s still going on. Do we have a winner? I’m not really sure.

So why do I feel like entering 2021 I need to re-set? I think I just want to shake off the germs of 2020.

Why do I feel like this year of all years I want to set goals? Mainly because I’m 60 and if I can’t set a goal because I’m afraid of failure, that means I’ve still got a lot to learn.

Posted in Writing

Taking Notes

Daily log from trip to New York State 2019

I am a list maker and note taker. At the start of a meeting, I have my notebook and pen ready to go. I don’t write to the extent that I miss what’s going on – I get the gist of it. As long as I can read my handwriting while I’m transcribing!

When we take trips, I like to keep a record of what we did, where we ate, and what we spent. The problem is, I don’t do anything with them, or the pictures taken, and brochures collected. They are all kept in one place but just sit there.

The problem might be two-fold. One – I can get stuck in “my routine” and forget there are other things I really want to do! Hopefully my new bullet-journaling will correct that. The second problem is – especially for the motorcycle trips like the one above – some trips are “with Chris” and others are “after Chris”. Chris being our friend who had a motorcycle accident at the end of our 10 day trip to Nova Scotia in 2017, ending up with a TBI and passing away a year and a half later. My stomach hurts just writing that. It hurts to remember the trips and look at the pictures. He is the motorcyclist in front of us in the heading picture and to the right of us in my first post. Great guy who was ready for a ride anytime.

I’m adding one trip to my September tasks and will put one on the list every month and hopefully that will help me get through them.

Posted in life

Getting Older

As I edge towards my 60th birthday, I can’t help but to start thinking about my mortality. In my 20s, 30s and even 40s, I think I felt so invincible. Aside from the achy right hip, even now I work out every morning to Jillian Michaels Ripped in 30 or 30 day Shred or a Firm workout but I still can’t help but think what’s in store for me in the coming years.

My mother died the day before her 65 birthday from brain cancer. Not a cancer that she lived with that traveled to her brain but out and out Brain Cancer. Glio-blastoma Multiforme. The most aggressive cancer that begins within the brain. Nightmare. Diagnosed January 31, 1987 and died April 4, 1987.

So I can’t help but think.

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The Journey Begins…

I think about a lot of stuff all the time. Personal, work, what someone said to me 40 years ago and what I should have said. You get the picture.

I have a lot of time to think when I’m on the back of my husband’s motorcycle watching the world go by. It’s not my favorite way to spend an afternoon because it’s so passive. I’m sitting there. Like Rerun – Lucy and Linus’s little brother on the back of his mother’s bike. But usually the ride involves lunch or ice cream so I’m game.

So this is just my way of getting those thoughts out of my head and maybe a little bit of the view along the way.

Thanks for stopping by!

Heading out from Grey Ghost Inn, Vermont