|Picture acquired from Anything Equine|
The month of December between holiday parties and getting sick- like a step away from pneumonia sick- resulted in a full four weeks of once again stepping back from working out. This week was my reintroduction to being beaten up by Brutus. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder... in his case I think absence gives him too much time to think up really masochistic ways of showing me how much he missed me. Can we say one workout of every form of squat imaginable. That was Wednesday, its now Sunday and I can finally sit again without groaning. Or beating my arms into a bloody pulp with with weights and resistance bands to the point that even brushing my teeth made me whimper? That pain finally started to fade away yesterday (just in time for tomorrow's workout...goooooodie!
I also have made a deal with him that I will check in to Lifetime every time I am at the pool so that he knows I'm sticking with my workout schedule...so guess where I was bright and early this morning and yesterday morning? You got it in the pool. Though I can't complain on that one.. it made me realize just how much I missed it - plus the pool workout made the ache in my arms go away.
Over the course of the past few weeks, whilst unable to work out but starting to feel slightly better, I decided that I have way too much junk in my house. Like, we really should be on an episode of clothes hoarders. Mr Millie and I both suffer from "But one day this will fit me again" syndrome. I finally had enough. We don't have a big house, and our master was built long before Master Bedrooms were truly "Master Bedrooms" and not just the biggest bedroom in the house- so we have a VERY small closet. I went through that thing like a crazy woman - SEVEN Bags worth of clothes went to Goodwill and STILL my closet is packed. I know I need to condense more, and I really need to detach emotionally from a lot of those clothes. I keep hanging on to things because they have memories associated with them, and not because I'll ever wear them again. Same with Mr. Millie- He more so with me (I mean honestly he has Tshirts from every Civil War battlefield he has ever visited...has he ever worn ANY of those TShirts? No. When I suggested we take them and turn them into a blanket since he never wears them anyway- he acted as if I suggested we take our dogs to the shelter and give them away. They're TSHIRTS... and ugly ones at that, collecting dust in the closet. )
It's a process, I know. And eventually we'll get to the point where our house is pretty and organized... I'm not expecting Martha Stewart, but at least to the point where I can actually close my closet doors and to where I know where everything is so I'm not running around like a mad woman at 6:30 in the morning going "I Know I have a black sweater where is it?" and then have to change because I can't find the dumb black sweater.
That's about it for now. I know there was more i wanted to share- I always sound so introspective and wise when I'm composing posts in my head as I swim.. but then its out of the pool and "dang its cold" followed by "ugh whats with all the kids" which then leads to "Hmm a post workout recovery shake sounds good" followed by a drive home and "lalala- I love being able to listen to my Ipod in my car" and then off to the grocery store.. and then FINALLY I'm home in front of my computer and I have absolutely NO idea what I had intended on saying. *heavy sigh*
So I'll wrap it up now!