Hey everyone! I am still alive! I can’t believe I haven’t blogged in two weeks. That’s way too long. My life is being lived at break-neck speed right now, so it doesn’t sem like it’s been two weeks, but still. I apologize for neglecting the blog.
I want to tell you that all of distractions of the past few weeks have not slowed down my weight-loss progress. I want so badly to tell you that I am still exercising like a beast and making as many healthy choices as possible.
I want to tell you that I’ve lost ten more pounds. I want to say that I have remained focused and steadfast despite my circumstantial chaos.
Unfortunately, I can’t say any of those things. My exercise has been virtually non-existent unless you count moving heavy boxes and furniture and cleaning like a mad-woman. My diet has not been horrible, but there are definite improvements to be made as I am focused on getting rid of what’s left in my fridge, freezer and pantry, regardless of nutritional value. If you know me, though, or read this, this, this or this, you know that I don’t really keep junk in the house-so I am still eating relatively well, just not as intentionally as I normally would.
I definitely have not lost 10 pounds, although my scale is packed away so I really don’t know where I am at. And I most certainly have not been focused on my weight-loss goals. To be honest, they have barely been a blip on my radar lately.
What has been on my radar lately is one simple truth: this is really, REALLY, hard.
I was born and raised in Indiana. I have never lived anywhere else (unless you count going to college in Pennsylvania-but I always came back). I grew up here, I was married here, I birthed four of my children here and buried one. This is really, really hard.
As much as I have missed my husband these last nine months, as sure as I am that it is in God’s good plan for our family to be together for good, as ecstatic as I am that we will all be living under one roof very, very soon, that doesn’t take away the fact that I held my almost-the-same-height-as-me nine-year-old daughter on my lap today as she sobbed after one of her closest friends drove away. It doesn’t lessen the hurt I feel when I think about leaving my home and my family.
This is really, really hard.
I’m sure many of you have been through similar circumstances and understand how we feel. It is just so incredibly bitter-sweet. We have so many memories here that it is really hard to let go.
On the other hand, for the first time in 12 years of marriage, my husband finally has a job that he LOVES and worked for a company that values and respects its employees. I am so thankful for that. I am so thankful for the way God has provided for us and put us in a position to be able to buy our new home (which I STILL have not seen!), and provided trusted renters for our home here at just the right time. There is no doubt that God is all over this.
But goodness, it’s really, really hard. We are going to miss our home and our friends and our family so much. It’s going to be really rough having to start all over-making new friends, learning the lay of the land, and living in a strange place. It will be a long time before we think of anything other than IN as our home.
So, if you are a praying person, and would think of us over the next couple of weeks, we would covet your prayers on our behalf. It’s really hard to watch my children’s hearts break. As parents we want so badly to protect our children, but this is one of those lessons every child has to learn as some point or another. Life is always changing.
On the logistical side of things, we have movers coming to our house on June 21st. The Chick Magnet can’t fly in until the 22nd due to some meetings at work so I will be responsible for all of the packing and getting everything squared away with the movers.
I’m the weird type of person who actually enjoys packing. I find it very soothing. It feels so good to have everything clean and organized. But when it comes to dealing with the details-the logistical side of things, I get a little batty and prefer to let my husband deal with all of that. I don’t have any choice this time around though, it’s on me and I need to buck up and get ‘er done!
We will leave town on the afternoon of the 23rd (also the Chick Magnet’s 35th birthday!!!), after my daughter’s violin performance, and arrive sometime on Sunday, June 24th. We will be driving all night which is always an adventure. And then we close on our house on June 25.
We will have a few days in our new house before the movers get there-which also should be fun as we’ll be sleeping on the floor, eating out of a cooler and generally twiddling our thumbs until all of our stuff arrives. We will spend probably half a day cleaning and then hopefully be able to meet up with friends or spend a day at the beach or something before The Chick Magnet has to go back to work.
As you can imagine, things are going to be pretty crazy the next week or two, so I have no clue if I will be able to blog much. I will try and at least check-in on Facebook to keep everyone up-to-date. Be patient with me!
Thanks so much for all of the support you have given me and my family over this past year. You all are such a blessing.
Now that I’ve dished, tell me what’s going on in YOUR life! Any exciting news? Any fun weight-loss adventures to report?