You can’t make me title this post if I don’t wanna.

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I’m in a weird mood today. Sort of a resentful, you’re-not-the-boss-of-me kind of mood. Not sure why.

Actually I think I do. I’m at 155 pounds. This is the weight where, in the past, the apathy sets in and I just kind of rebel and decide to quit trying, only underneath the apathy is a desire to keep going. So I want to quit, but not really. So um, yeah…the schizo meds don’t seem to be working today so let’s just move on, shall we? Move along, move along, nothing to see here…don’t look the crazy lady directly in the eyes and everything will be fine.

So let’s talk about the weekend. I did okay for the 3 day weekend – ate light, moved a whole lot, laughed a lot (good ab toner), and had a generally enjoyable time. Why is it though, that only a few people do a majority of the work at these things? My parents are 70 years old and every year they nearly kill themselves trying to get ready for this thing, so since I’m the one who lives the closest, I offer to help out as much as I can. During the actual reunion, I ran my ass off so my mom wouldn’t have to go up and down stairs or make unnecessary trips back and forth from the yard to the kitchen, that sort of thing. It was kind of stressful (not necessarily bad stress) all weekend long and even though I ate small portions and was careful about what I ate (most of the time), when we finally got home Monday night, I dove headfirst into a carton of ice cream and didn’t come up for air until 3 bowls later. Total stress-relief eating. I was kind of surprised at myself, but I knew exactly what was going on, so I didn’t worry about it too much…until the stomach ache came and settled in my belly for the next 36 hours. Oh well, live and learn.

One good thing that happened was that we were staying at a neighbor’s house across the street from my ‘rents house, and the walk from one to the other was about 100 yards of gently sloping hill. The last 20 yards were fairly steep, and when my mom, dad, sister, and I all walked up to it, they were all huffing and puffing and out of breath, and I was barely even breathing hard at all! That made me feel good to know that the working out and weight loss showed some actual real-life benefit.

I’ve got a couple of product highlights coming up, and one involves a giveaway! Yea! And this one won’t cost me more than the price of a stamp to ship, so no need to worry about poor Jill breaking the bank just send a lucky reader his/her prize. It’s all good.

*sigh* These work orders aren’t going to enter themselves into the system, so I guess I had better get to it. Have a good Wednesday everyone!

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7 thoughts on “You can’t make me title this post if I don’t wanna.

  1. Isn’t it great when you realize how fit you are like that? I think that’s my favorite part of being fit–not getting out of breath.

    And yeah, on the same people doing all the work. The reason that that happens is because THEY DO IT! I’m not sure why the other people don’t notice. I have a friend who does the same thing every year at Christmas (also 70) for extended family as well as her own, and finally last year she didn’t invite the cousins because it was just too much for her. And they got all mad and insulted and huffy about it. I really really don’t know why the majority of people don’t notice and never offer to help.

  2. My AHA moment recently? I’ve been carrying boxes to the post office to ship to New Zealand and it’s about a half a mile away. The boxes have been on average 18 lbs. I’ve carried 6 and the only reason I had to stop with one of them was because my nose was itchy and I needed to put the box down to scratch.

    Two years ago there’s no way I could have done that.

    Well done on your AHA moment!

  3. You’re smaller than me today!! Go Jill!

    I totally understand about the sticking point. I’ve been north & south of 155 for 2 years, & yet here I am again, right back there. Right now I’ll be happy if I can stay here.

    I love that you put your fitness to work in real life. That is the bomb!

  4. I am always in that “you’re not the boss of me mood”

    hate it when people want to run me! get off my cloud dude!

    HA

    so sweet you helping your folks. good cardio too~

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