Well its that time of the year- where the final days are here and its time to look forward to the coming year. Where you begin considering what changes you want to make in the New Year. Also known as: resolutions.
Im one of the many who are brainstorming resolutions. I think its important to keep them realistic, and to only make a few. Here are some of the brainstorming results, which will be edited and narrowed down and streamlined by Jan 1:
~ Create and stick to a budget (following Dave Ramseys financial steps this year to financial freedom)
~ Save enough money for and travel to Disney World
~ Pass my national board exam in July on the first try
~ Feel good about my body and my image
~ Shower the people I love with love (yes, its a James Taylor lyric too!)
What do you think?
And what are your Resolutions?
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Wow. What a Christmas! I seriously feel like I won the lottery... I got to see my family, and I got some seriously awesome, seriously needed items!
It's funny, what you get excited about for Christmas changes as you get older. I am so excited about my gifts -- sheets, pillows, an electric blanket (!!!), dishes, a dish drying rack, lotions, gloves, grocery gift cards, clothes (!!!), bedroom slippers, socks, and a Ped Egg to name a few. 5, 4, 3, heck even 2 years ago I would not have thought these were exciting gifts. But I am seriously excited! These are things that I needed, that make my life more comfortable, cuter, and easier. I mean, I never thought I'd live to see the day when I was excited to get socks. I always thought my parents were pretending when they opened a box to find 15 pairs of socks. But no, they were seriously excited about the socks. And I get it now! :) :) :) Because I'm excited too! :) :) :) haha
Of course, there were a few superfluous items. Meghan got me a turtle pillow pet (yes, juvenile, but it's a TURTLE and its actually a pretty awesome product) and these awesome ear-muffs that have a wire to plug into your iPod so that you can hear your music THROUGH the ear muffs! Soooo cool! And they actually work!
And although I did get some awesome gifts, the best part was being able to see the family. :) I get to see them so rarely... It was such a blessing to be able to go.
Of course, my roadtrip was not uneventful. My oil light came on in the middle of no where at 830pm on
Christmas eve (read: everything was closed). The good thing was that I was only 20 minutes from the grandparents. But since it was so dark, I couldn't see how much oil there was. So they were convinced I'd been driving on a dry engine and that I'd ruined my car and that I'd have to have the engine replaced, yadda yadda yadda. They fussed me out something awful.
Well did they have to eat some crow or what... It was low on oil, but it wasn't out. After pouring 1 quart of oil into the car, the oil level was back to normal. There was no damage done to my car, and I'd simply acted in a responsible, better-safe-than-sorry way to protect my car. So the fussing out was completely un-necessary and it's only function was to start Christmas off on a bad foot and with me in tears. But I'm glad everyone had to eat some crow and realize that I'm not a dumb ditz, that I simply acted on the cautious side. At what point they will start to give me some due? Probably never. But that's the role of the kid I guess.
It's funny, what you get excited about for Christmas changes as you get older. I am so excited about my gifts -- sheets, pillows, an electric blanket (!!!), dishes, a dish drying rack, lotions, gloves, grocery gift cards, clothes (!!!), bedroom slippers, socks, and a Ped Egg to name a few. 5, 4, 3, heck even 2 years ago I would not have thought these were exciting gifts. But I am seriously excited! These are things that I needed, that make my life more comfortable, cuter, and easier. I mean, I never thought I'd live to see the day when I was excited to get socks. I always thought my parents were pretending when they opened a box to find 15 pairs of socks. But no, they were seriously excited about the socks. And I get it now! :) :) :) Because I'm excited too! :) :) :) haha
Of course, there were a few superfluous items. Meghan got me a turtle pillow pet (yes, juvenile, but it's a TURTLE and its actually a pretty awesome product) and these awesome ear-muffs that have a wire to plug into your iPod so that you can hear your music THROUGH the ear muffs! Soooo cool! And they actually work!
And although I did get some awesome gifts, the best part was being able to see the family. :) I get to see them so rarely... It was such a blessing to be able to go.
Of course, my roadtrip was not uneventful. My oil light came on in the middle of no where at 830pm on
Christmas eve (read: everything was closed). The good thing was that I was only 20 minutes from the grandparents. But since it was so dark, I couldn't see how much oil there was. So they were convinced I'd been driving on a dry engine and that I'd ruined my car and that I'd have to have the engine replaced, yadda yadda yadda. They fussed me out something awful.
Well did they have to eat some crow or what... It was low on oil, but it wasn't out. After pouring 1 quart of oil into the car, the oil level was back to normal. There was no damage done to my car, and I'd simply acted in a responsible, better-safe-than-sorry way to protect my car. So the fussing out was completely un-necessary and it's only function was to start Christmas off on a bad foot and with me in tears. But I'm glad everyone had to eat some crow and realize that I'm not a dumb ditz, that I simply acted on the cautious side. At what point they will start to give me some due? Probably never. But that's the role of the kid I guess.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Eating Disorder
So I've come to the realization that I may have a touch of an eating disorder. Except instead of starving myself, I am over-filling myself. Evening compulsive binging is the quickest way I can think to describe it.
When I come home from work (usually around 10pm and after having eaten all my daily meals), I find myself gorging on junk food and snacks.
And then I drew some parallels. THIS behavior is what my Mother did... She began eating less and less during the day only to dive into late night food when fewer people saw what she ate. And soon? The pounds began packing on. And when I was younger, I swore to myself that I would not adopt habits that would place me in a similar situation of obesity, depression, and no confidence. And yet here I am, unconsciously adopting the same habits I swore not to.
They always said that you grow into being your parents, and although this isn't always a bad thing, this particular habit/disorder is a bad thing. I have done such a good job of reversing my lifestyle against my parents -- staying physically active and somewhat physically fit, being health conscious, eating better foods with fewer cheeses/butters/mayos/etc. And I'm reversing all that progress. The scale says so.
So here I am, honestly admitting this flaw. And here I am, wanting to change and hold myself accountable. And tonight was night one.
Instead of eating a cheeseball (almost a whole one last night!), I ate a low-flavor bag of popcorn. Not great, but a step. And every fiber in my being right now wants me to go into the kitchen and get something else, but here I am saying No.
Damn... There are candy cane hershey kisses on the coffee table. Damn it. Damn it to hell. Resist... Resist... Not... Worth... It...
Going to take a shower and BRUSH MY TEETH so I won't want to get that icky taste in my mouth that you get from eating afterwards.
Hope I can keep this up and get back to those better habits.
When I come home from work (usually around 10pm and after having eaten all my daily meals), I find myself gorging on junk food and snacks.
And then I drew some parallels. THIS behavior is what my Mother did... She began eating less and less during the day only to dive into late night food when fewer people saw what she ate. And soon? The pounds began packing on. And when I was younger, I swore to myself that I would not adopt habits that would place me in a similar situation of obesity, depression, and no confidence. And yet here I am, unconsciously adopting the same habits I swore not to.
They always said that you grow into being your parents, and although this isn't always a bad thing, this particular habit/disorder is a bad thing. I have done such a good job of reversing my lifestyle against my parents -- staying physically active and somewhat physically fit, being health conscious, eating better foods with fewer cheeses/butters/mayos/etc. And I'm reversing all that progress. The scale says so.
So here I am, honestly admitting this flaw. And here I am, wanting to change and hold myself accountable. And tonight was night one.
Instead of eating a cheeseball (almost a whole one last night!), I ate a low-flavor bag of popcorn. Not great, but a step. And every fiber in my being right now wants me to go into the kitchen and get something else, but here I am saying No.
Damn... There are candy cane hershey kisses on the coffee table. Damn it. Damn it to hell. Resist... Resist... Not... Worth... It...
Going to take a shower and BRUSH MY TEETH so I won't want to get that icky taste in my mouth that you get from eating afterwards.
Hope I can keep this up and get back to those better habits.
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