One of the things I am really having trouble with at this point in my life is how I seem to be slipping into the middle-aged-cliche-heavy-world. Is it simply a result of being born at the tail end of the baby-boom? Maybe it is just that there has been SUCH A SPOTLIGHT cast on this time of life in the last 10 years that it is impossible to feel that this experience is MY experience. All those people born 10 years ahead of me have appropriated everything and now I feel like a copycat. Sigh, well, damn, can’t help that.
I m preparing my way to cop out for the next decade. By the time I was 25, I had two toddlers and a a crashed marriage. I spent the next 20 years working my ass off, building a career and raising the boys and now I am done. When this contact ends is 2011, I am going to sell everything and take off for 10 years. I figure I have about a decade before I will be taking care of elderly parents. I have some money in a retirement fund, I will sell my house and use the profits to travel, explore and I will make no apologies to anyone. If it means I come home and wait on tables until I collapse, well, yay Canadian social safety network. I have contributed, at some point I should be able to collect.
Yesterday was wonderful - spent most of it on the sailboat. It was a brisk but sunny day and we had it up to 6 1/2 knots (doesn’t sound like much; feels fast).
Early that morning we had what I will call the ‘mosquito massacre’. I had left a hatch open all night, as it was a bit stuffy, and around dawn the bugs came. Sailorboy apparently has a blood vendetta against mosquitos, and many were squished into the walls and ceiling. Little buggy smears everywhere. Totally yucky and very funny to watch…although it was made clear to me that I was not very supportive and next time he expects me to throw myself into the fray…:)
Food - ugh, don’t ask. Ditto exercise. Have to fix that. I know exactly what I need to do; I just don’t know why I am not doing it.
Well, today I walked to work, that adds up to about 45 minutes of walking a day. Reasonable. And since Son #1 is out of town this week, I will have at least 45 minutes each night - again, good. It’s the evening food load I need to really take control of, and being out of the house as much as possible helps. Oh, here I go on the merry-go-round again. Sigh.
About to head out to cut the grass in the backyard, then get cleaned up and go to Sailorboy’s house for a bonfire. I am really enjoying spending time with him, it is so low-pressure. Although he is a bit of a drama boy it is in an endearing way not a crazy-making way. However, in testament to my ‘men-are-fattening rule, I have to say that it is hard to stay low-carb around him. Just not his style. He has accepted that I don’t eat bread, but he doesn’t yet believe that rice and pasta are also off the menu.
He has a nice property out in the country, on a river, and he tolerates Thumper the Wonder Dog. Dog likes it there cause he can roam off leash with minimal risk.
This week is very very busy at work - today is the only day where I worked less than 11 hours. Early a.m. meetings. evening events…it will last until 10 pm Saturday. University convocation week. Then I drive to the boat, and THEN I collapse. Actually, I will probably drink too much wine first (before collapsing, after driving. To be clear). Weather is supposed to be bad (wet and cold, what else is new?) but I really just want to go out anyway. Even if we can’t put the sails up I just want to be out on the water.
Yes, exercise IS missing. And THAT is why the ticker may never move again….
Except for the chocolate chip cookies, not a bad day. I am just about to head out with the dog, it is late but we both need the fresh air. Another long day tomorrow. Sigh. omg I need a vacation.
So glad there are no snack-type foods in the house. One cannot binge satisfactorily on cheese and chicken.
Road trip was great, even the ex-husband was happy. We had a good family outing, very congenial for all concerned. Son #1 was quite proud of himself, and rightly so, he has worked hard this past year. He started his summer job today, thank goodness.
I ran 6 km Sat and 6 km Sunday ( sorta running, ‘wunning’ someone called it) and felt really good. Last night I lazed in front of the bonfire, and tonight I will run again. Yay me.
It is finally sunny, albeit a bit cool, and I am trying to plough through the stuff on my desk before I take off for the rest of the week. I am now starting to regret the plan to be at my parents for the whole weekend, I would like some time to do a bit of spring cleaning in my house, before summer starts. Between Sailorboy’s boat (45 minutes that way) and his house (45 minutes the other way) the two of us are bouncing around like crazy and spending a lot of time on the road. Means my house is starting to look neglected.
When I get back from this road trip I am going to park the vehicle and either walk or bike everywhere in town, for the summer. I was going to start June 1 but with the rain and the cold blustery winds I wimped out. The only way I am going to get any exercise is to insert it into the daily living - I just can’t seem to schedule it in any other way.
I have two more busy days ahead and then another road trip. Son #1’s convocation is down south on Thursday, and since he doesn’t have a passport, and with the new border rules, we can’t take the shortcut through Michigan. This leaves us with a 10 hour drive. So: one travel day, the ceremony, then back about 1/2 way to spend the weekend at my parents.
This will be a good chance to break some bad habits, like the nightcap habit, or the 2pm chocolate habit. It is not that hard to eat low-carb when travelling if you don’t get careless. The problem of course is that a bad decision or two throws me right off the deep end. And it is harder to exercise but hey! I have been so lazy recently that I am sure I won’t notice the lack of movement.
Today, I am up early, well-rested and good-to-go.
