Double Down

Well it's been a minute, but I woke up this morning with my blog on my mind.

Quite a few things have changed over this past year. Ok that's putting it lightly, my whole family dynamic has changed. I'm talking a complete 360. If I can recall the last time I attempted to put this blogging thang into effect, I was either whining about how I don't have a man or can't find a man or something or other. Well, let's just say I got what I asked for with a few extras.

Let me give you the short version of events:

I pretty much decided I was going to be alone not lonely. My sister called out of the blue telling me she knew someone I should meet. I liked him. He liked me. My kids liked his kids. We are not getting any younger. His became mine and mine became his. Now my family of three is a family of seven with one on a part-time basis (for now.) I wish I would utter the word "alone" again.

Everything I do now is doubled (if not tripled).  I am still in the learning phases of this whole BIG family thing, but have to admit I am enjoying the process. So, as I go through this transition I thought I would share what I'm learning with the world (or for the five people who may actually read this).

Up next: How do you go from being the "mom" who traditionally takes her family to someone else's house for Thanksgiving to becoming the "one" who actually has to cook?

No Trail, No Problem ..Lazy Girl Working Out.

I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but there aren't any decent walking trails near my crib and I avoided walking near my complex like it was underpaid job. The main street is too busy, I would have to cross over too many driveways and streets..you name it, I found an excuse not to do it. Also, the nearest, longest "walking/bike" trail is miles away and the closest trail to me is only .3 miles long so I would have to walk in circles for I don't know how long. 

Well, yesterday I knew I had to do something because I only worked out 3 times last week. I couldn't make myself do another "Walk Away The Pounds" workout, really wasn't feeling the Jillian thang and if I did one more "cumbia" step with Beto I was going to scream. 

So.. as the high of the day settled in ( 44 degrees, I think) I got tired of sitting in front of the computer "pinning" and watching Netflix. I suddently had the urge to put on my workout pants and my oldest son's old hoodie (who'd-a-thunk I would be wearing my son's hand me downs) and hit the pavement. Didn't have a route planned out, but I just started walking. 

I managed to walk 3.4 miles in 55 minutes which I think I would've been faster if I knew where I was going and didn't encounter those few uphill climbs I didn't expect. 

It's alright if I had to walk through a cloud of black exhaust from one truck and have a guy in a dually almost run me off the road as I tried to cross the street (he had the red light mind you) ...but it was worth it. 

I'm now officially a street walker.. 

Fattened Up and Sent Out to Pasture

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I told myself I wasn't going to blog about anything personal, but who the hell am I fooling.?  I can't help but put my business on blast, it's just what I do. So..with that being said, let me go on ahead and explain the meaning behind the title of today's post.

I started seeing someone.  He wasn't my normal "type," whatever that means, but we hit it off right away. Long story short, I was having such a good time that I totally forgot about the few pounds I lost and they happily found their way back to my waistline and more.

Well, I got two gifts for Christmas from my "guy."  I received a nice little gift bag one day and the whole "It's not you, it's me" speech the next. He also threw in the line "You will make someone a good wife one day, but I'm not ready for all that." That was like handing me a plate full of light, fluffy flapjacks then pouring motor oil on top. What the hell am I supposed to do with that b.s?!

But I digress, I said I wasn't going to harp on the whole dissolution of my recent partnership, but I can't help but be a little perturbed that I allowed myself to commit one of the cordial dating sins (if there is such a thing); forget about my weight loss because some fella showed me a little attention.

Now.. I refuse to make a New Year's resolution about weight loss, but I will definitely give it my all in attempting to, thinking about, considering dropping these few pounds one ounce at a time. 

Peace.