Yesterday was a bust. At least, in the healthy eating and exercising department. I didn’t smoke. That’s a good thing but I had a really frustrating and irritating day and yesterday evening I was eating everything in sight. I’ll do better today.
One of the reasons yesterday was so bad is because I decided to do some major housework. This week is a bonus week. I made a mistake and thought I went back to work this week. When I discovered I still have it off, I made the decision to tackle the housework. One week of heavy duty cleaning and painting before I have to start dealing with school again.
What a hassle! I’d like to blame it on the kids but DH was even worse than they were. He argued and gripped and complained until I finally told him to go away and leave me alone. My God, you’d think I was asking him to work a chain gang! I wanted to address the problem of HIS clutter in the kitchen. He must have two boxes of paperwork that take up half the table and the entire top of a cabinet. I decided to move an old computer desk that isn’t being used to the family room, set it up as a desk for him and help him organize his paperwork. Big mistake. He likes it all spread out on the table. He doesn’t care if we have to eat in front of the TV because of the stacks of paperwork he has on the table.
First step, move a small bench from the family room to the guest room. I had to listen to five minutes of complaining until I finally moved the damn thing myself. Next step, move the computer desk from the guest room to the family room. (Why not leave it where it is and let that be his work area? Because DS has been using the guest room for weeks and DH says he can’t do his paperwork in there.) There wasn’t a computer hooked up on it but there was a lot of stuff in the drawers and on the shelves. I had to listen to a litany of whining and complaining before we could finally get the desk downstairs in the family room.
Finally, it was time to sort all his paperwork and get it organized in the desk. You’d have thought I was destroying our lives.
“Don’t touch that stack. That’s stuff I have to deal with this week.”
“Leave that stack alone. I have to go through it.”
“You’re going to mess everything up. I have a system here.”
“Why are we even doing this? What’s the problem with leaving everything the way it is?”
The problem, Donald, is that we can’t eat on the table! We can’t even see the table. And the stuff piled on the corner cabinet is leaning precariously toward the floor. One little nudge and it’s going to go.
On top of having to drag him through every little step of getting stuff moved to the desk in the family room, we still have Jake and Scout because DIL is still homeless. They’re really good but they still hit me up with, “Nana, can we go swimming? Can we have a popsicle? Will you fix us some Kool Aid? Will you set up the Wii for us?”
Yesterday evening, I had popsicles and toaster struedel. Oh, and an ice cream sandwich. And, of course, that’s after dinner which was tacos. Oh yeah, I had two glasses of wine. And a couple of crackers with a chunk of cheese.
I’ll do better today. Headed to the pool right now to get my laps in. (No, I didn’t exercise yesterday) Don’t think I’ll weigh myself today. Still not smoking….
11:30 - Decided to keep track of what I do all day to try to identify triggers.
11:00 - 11:30 -Jogged in the pool.
11:30 - 12:00 - Ate a Lean Cuisine, (260 calories) ughh..this one was gross), took my Chantix, took a shower, put a sirloin tip roast down to thaw for dinner. (what am I going to do with that? No plan, it just happened to be the first thing I grabbed in the freezer. Maybe baked green tomatoes, carrots, onions, etc.)
12 - 1:00 - Scoured the bathtub, put out clean towels, seared the roast and got it in the crockpot, stripped my bed and made it with clean sheets. Took the dirty sheets to the laundry room. Began cursing when I saw a load of wet clothes left in the washer…continued cursing when I went to put them in the dryer and found a load of clothes in there. Left for who knows how long, cold and wrinkled. Cursed very loudly when I folded them and told the twins to put them away. Figured out how far I’m jogging in the pool. Turns out I’m doing about 1.2 miles. Not bad for water up to my neck.