I used to say that you make time for what you love, and writing is a love of mine, for sure. But the truth is I've let other things take the place of that time, I guess--and now, things are squishy. Squishy and tightly packed together and I don't find as much time to write as I used to. The problem with that is my brain still feels a little clogged with words. So words, words, wordsssss is what I got.
I am seriously hesitant to talk about this, but obviously not hesitant enough to just zip my big, fat mouth so here it goes. We started eating muchhhhh cleaner in the last few days. This was something that I thought about for a long, long time but pushed away the thought because constantly I'd come up with excuse after excuse. But I love pizza. But I can't give up cheese. But I want to eat ____ whenever I want.
I told everyone that they were better, stronger, more disciplined than me but that I just couldn't do it. The truth is, I can do it. Anyone can. It might suck, and I might feel like crap and get headaches for a few days and then dream about brownies, but it can be done. I'm praying to God that I end up loving this lifestyle of food choices versus phoning in a pizza tomorrow (kidding, I won't-swear). Because I am really excited about taking my body to the next step, and having healthy insides and what-not.
The bonus to all this is that my husband is way on board. Like, super on board. I love that about him because he's so self-disciplined. The man has been in the kitchen the last two days prepping meals, making homemade paleo-approved mayonaise, honey mustard, egg muffins for breakfast, and almond powder crusted chicken breasts. It's hilarious, and awesome. Having a spouse on board with you in any health-changes quadruples your success rate. Did you know that? Fun fact of the day as provided by ABC's Extreme Weight Loss show. No, really.
Anyway. Pray for us. If all goes well I will happily update in a few weeks about this more. If all goes down the drain (I hope it doesn't!), then you are welcome to pester me with emails and make me explain why I quit. Because, really. I want to stick with this.
Emeline met her preschool teachers today. They came to the house. Isn't that awesome? They do house-visits before the school year starts. They come out, on your turf, to meet your kid, take their photos (for placemats, their cubbies , etc). I'm super pumped about her teachers this year. They are going to be phenomenal.
So I'm really excited to just get the show on the road (they start in 2 weeks) and get that structure back in our routine again.
When they started to leave, Em got all teary-eyed and "buttt...butttttt, you have to stay and play wif me more." It was the saddest slash sweetest thing ever.
Lucy is in this phase where she is THE CUTEST THING EVER, yet also driving me absolutely batty. I am convinced that children at this age (12-18 months) are THIS DANG CUTE so that they make up for all the constant messes, clinginess, toe-biting, teething-monster'ish stuff they do. 'Cuz omg. This child will keep me on my toes. But gosh, the second she smiles, I'm all mush. What gives, second kid?
You got me wrapped.
...and I'm spent.