hard and soft

When I got out of bed this morning all I could think about was crawling back into bed after I got the kids dropped off at school.

As I made the kids their hot chocolate, breakfast, and lunches I tried to justify crawling back into bed.

I could use the rest.

I will exercise tomorrow.

My allergies are really bugging me.

It’s raining.

I also thought about how my body has been feeling soft and my heart has been feeling hard.

I want my body to feel hard and my heart to feel soft.

I want to be in better physical shape and be kind, loving, and forgiving on the inside.

I reminded myself that the best way to change that is to do something about it.

I put on my running clothes.

I dropped the kids off at school.

I grabbed my running partner, Odyssey.

I did what I know will help my body become hard and my heart become soft.

I did something about it.

I spent an hour with a good friend.

I communed with nature.

I got rained on.

I saw a baby duckling.

I added an extra loop to my route.

I sang Pharrel, Maroon 5, Katy Perry, Bruno Mars, Cee Lo, Robin Thicke, Daft Punk, Taio Cruz, Jay-Z, and Macklemore songs out loud.

When I got home, I put fresh sheets on my bed…and made it.

home is…hard and soft.

 

 

 

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beat, but not beaten

I just ready Kelle’s post.

So thankful to be reminded that it’s ok to have some balls on the floor.

Like blog posts…

While not at the top of my priority list, I do have a bunch of posts written in my head, but by the time I have a moment to sit down with my thoughts I am beat.

And, exercise…

I want to start up my exercise routine and lose the ten extra pounds I am carrying around, but my little girl screams and throws a ten minute tantrum every time I mention the name of our health club.

Yesterday…

I was the mom at kindergarten pick up whose kid hit her in the head three times and told her that he hates her in front of all the other moms, kids, and the teacher.

Yeah, that was awesome.

Today…

We were on time to get out the door to school. You see, my kindergartener does NOT like to be late and have to walk into circle time by himself. So, I try extra hard to get to school ON TIME so he does not feel bad. We left the neighborhood on our usual route and there was a train STOPPED on the tracks. I backed up and took an alternate route which had a blocked intersection due to an accident.

TRAIN.

WRECK.

That’s how I was feeling.

Somehow, we made it to school and the little guy was not late for circle.

I reminded his teacher that I would be picking him up early from school to get to the dentist.

She said she remembered. She also,politely and quietly, said, “I hope you were able to deal with that situation yesterday. If you need me to say something to him I would be happy to. That is never acceptable behavior.”

Oh, how I needed to hear that.

I broke down into tears. We hugged. I asked for her help. She said I could always talk to her…anytime.

I cried the entire way home.

I needed that cry.

I am blessed by the people who are in my life and know exactly what I need and when I need it.

I needed her to see the little guy, who is normally thoughtful and caring at school, act out.

I am thankful for that moment.

I’m still beat, but not beaten.

So, how about some pictures from the last 10 days…

spring 1

spring 5

spring 2

spring 3

spring 4

spring 9

spring 17

spring 6

spring 7

spring 13

spring 8

spring 18

spring 10

spring 11

spring 14

spring 12

spring 15

spring 16

spring 19

spring 20

spring 22

 

Happy Spring!

home is…sometimes even good intentions get wonky.

one foot in front of the other

I was feeling a little out of sorts this morning.

I’ve been itching to start my exercise routine up once again.

I want to be able to run 4-6 miles three times a week.

My plan was to get started this week, but I was frustrated with rain (I don’t run in the rain) and sick kids (which means no gym childcare).

Then the sun came out this morning.

I hit the pavement with Lorelai and the BOB.

Fresh air.

Blue sky.

Quiet.

I needed it.

I walked for over an hour.

I took occasional photos of the beautiful fall colors.

I let my mind go blank and just focused on what was in front of me.

It’s been months since I have exercised regularly.

Oh, who am I kidding?

It’s been months since I have exercised. Period.

I’m feeling it.

In my mood.

In my body.

I’m not going to go into why I stopped, but I know I want to get started again.

It felt good to put one foot in front of the other.

I am hoping we get another dry day tomorrow so I can do it again.

It felt fabulous.

So, I’m going to have to find a way to fit it all in.

All the things that make me feel good.

Exercise.

Thrifting.

Creating.

They make me a better person.

A better wife.

A better mom.

A better friend.

A better ME.

home is…hitting the pavement.

been slacking

Since April I have found every excuse to not get back into my exercise routine.

After getting walking pneumonia it took a while to feel up to exercising. And, for the last month I have had a stiff neck and sore back that has limited my mobility.

I also eat terribly when Ryan travels and he has been traveling a lot with his new job.

Add it all up and I am feeling…mushy.

I still fit in my clothes, but I just don’t feel good.

Today I started to change that.

I went to the club and did a yoga class AND a weight lifting class.

We go to New York in less than 2 weeks and my goal is to workout and eat well everyday until we leave.

That means…

  • NO desserts
  • NO soda (Coca-Cola is my weakness)
  • NO fast food (specifically, McDonald’s french fries and Sonic Mozzarella Sticks)
  • NO alcohol (yep, no wine or beer)
It also means…
  • exercise EVERYDAY
  • drink at least 100 oz. of water EVERYDAY
  • go to bed by 10 pm EVERYDAY
  • eat fruits and vegetables EVERYDAY
I feel better when I am exercising regularly, eating good food, and getting enough sleep.
So, you all can help keep me accountable.
Check in with me.
Make sure I am not making excuses.
home is…not feeling mushy.

sunday

Today was a good day in my book.

I got up before the sun.

I rode public transportation.

I explored downtown Portland before daybreak.

I saw some of my favorite mommy friends.

I exercised.

I accomplished a big goal.

I celebrated.

I relaxed.

I spent time with my family.

I got domestic things done.

I ate well.

I drank enough water.

I drank coffee.

I drank beer.

I drank milk and ate cookies.

home is…a good day in the books.