I've started juicing, which has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I turned 33* today and everything to do with the fact that I saw a recipe one day and thought, eh, why not.
That's how I tend to start a new diet plan, or eating plan or whatever you want to call it. Diet is totes a four-letter word that I normally don't use. And I'm not on a diet, per se. I am trying to see exactly how healthily I can eat. Some days it's awesome and I feel great. Other days I'm starving all day, no matter what healthy foods I eat and won't be satisfied until I've eaten about 10 of the kids' peanut butter cookies. On those days I have to remind myself that even though the box says 'all natural' it doesn't mean 'good for you.'
Most of the time when those days happen I know that it's hormone related and therefore out of my control and I give myself a break. But I do try to eat mindfully and I've started running more. I run every other day now, even with a jacked up knee and shin splints. (Am OLD.) I'm up to 3.1 miles all at the same time so I feel pretty good about it. I add time on every few weeks, when I feel comfortable with where I am, in the hopes of possibly, one day, maybe, probably not but I'm still sort of planning for it - running a half-marathon.
Honestly I don't really want to PLAN plan for it because I think it's a little overwhelming. So for now I'm happy doing what I'm doing. Running. Drinking juice. Making smoothies. Drinking far too much coffee. Occasionally stealing peanut butter cookies.
And as today is my birthday my husband is taking me out to eat so I will probably eat entirely too many 'unhealthy' things. And I will most definitely open that bottle of wine that he bought me. He took the kids out swimming last night and when they got home Sebastian told me they went to my most favorite store to buy my birthday present. I asked what exactly my favorite store was and the response, that I had to discern through all of the giggles, was 'the beer store!'
My family knows me well.
My mother-in-law took the kids swimming this afternoon and my own mother is picking the kids up this evening so they can stay the night with her because I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed with what all needs to be done for Sebastian's birthday party on Saturday. It's a Pokemon theme, which I know nothing about. So probably everything will be round with the one design of a pokeball I found online that looked easy enough. I've already started the pinata.
So I'm going to spend the afternoon trying to clean the house a bit and possibly trying to get a nap in because these last two weeks being a stay-at-home mom again has pretty much destroyed my energy. And ruined my ability to ever pee in peace. And made me really, really appreciate my job.
It's been a bit HARD is what I'm saying. In fact - here is a photo to show you how I left the house this morning to drop Sebastian off at his science camp. It is a perfect illustration of how my time at home is going:
*I actually had to add up how old I am because I can't seem to keep it in my head. Probably because I'm old and forgetful.