here.

Hi.

I’ve been a stranger.  Like. TOTALLY a stranger.  Like. WOAH WHERE DID YOU GO stranger.  And it’s not that I didn’t want to visit.  In fact, I would have been here more often if I could get Siri to write my posts for me while I am driving.  Because I write LOTS in my head then.  Like at LEAST a post a day.  And then somehow, I start to work or hit the gym or text or SOMETHING and then I forget.  But please note.  I totally feel guilty.

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So. I applied for graduation and as of today – this moment – I have 234 days until I am finished. (I have a countdown on my phone that have to talk myself out of checking because I obsessively want to look at it every day. And I totally can’t help myself and I look again.) Two classes this summer, and two classes this fall. Pray. This semester I have taken three classes – Chemistry, Macroeconomics and Business Communications. And it utterly kicked my ass – not all the time, but definitely in waves. And I think that I have learned a little more grace for myself and for other people. In college (like real college when i didn’t have two jobs, a social life, a mortgage, rent, car, insurance…you get the picture!), I never understood how people could forget something so simple as HOMEWORK. I mean, just WRITE IT DOWN for crying out loud. And then now – twice I have gone to two different professors and explained that I forgot homework. Just forgot. Not that I didn’t want to do it. Not that I couldn’t have found time (something that I have this crazy talent for). Just plain ole’ brain-fart forgot. Neither one of them would allow me to turn it in late. But hey, oh well.
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So I find myself planning EVERY second of every day Monday through Friday. To the nano second. When I get home at 8 or 9p, I usually have an hour’s worth of stuff to do (laundry, dishes, prepare food, get my bag together for the next day, try to remember how MANY pairs of shoes, panties, and workout outfits I will need for the next day). And it becomes my power hour. I cannot sit down, I cannot stop moving until everything including washing my face and brushing my teeth is done. If I do, I cannot get back up. But with this regimented schedule during the week, I find my weekends EXTRA carefree. I have always been a fairly free spirit when it comes to playing. If I have the gas in my car, I will go do it. And for the past 3 months, my weekends have been super fun. Boo moved to Atlanta in March, I’ve been to Denver, the beach, dinner, railroad park, Regions stadium, bars I haven’t been to in years, random nights where I stay out later than I am used to, on blind dates and have just been happy. My poor roomates have remarked that I have the strangest schedule. Truth.

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Speaking of roommates, I moved into a house in February with some really awesome girls. Super sweet, super easy, and they handle my weirdness well. Nothing like roommates to make you realize how not normal you are. Or is that just me? I love having the company – and the ease of good roommates. I can only hope they say the same thing about me! I try…

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I’ve made some new friends lately. They are my age, single, and love to sweat it up. And I am starting to feel like me again. It only took me 6 years to get back to this point. But I know the journey from 24 to 31 has made me into SUCH a better version of myself. Kinder. Softer. Hopefully a little more knowledgeable and definitely more forgiving.

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March 6th was the 2 year anniversary of my divorce – and I can truly attest that divorce has a half life. It was some time in the last few months that I just felt, well, NORMAL. Not damaged, not angry, not blaming others, just normal. Praise God from whom all blessing flows, because without His Mercies, I would be in a ditch. I went to a Capitavating conference in Denver in March and it reminded me (as I need reminding EVERY DAY) that only God can put my broken heart back together. There are STILL times – few. FAR BETWEEN. But times that I get overwhelmed with the feeling of how damaged I am which leads me down the path of no one will ever love me into I’ll be single for the rest of my life and right back to how irreparable damaged I am. And don’t get me wrong. This heart has been shattered by SEVERAL men in my life and it is ugly and black and lifeless on its own. But God promises to repair it. to make it whole. And He assures me that I am beautiful. That He DOES see me, that HE is and will be everything to me that I’ve seen fail in the past.

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I also turned 31 in March. Don’t worry, I still continue to tell people that I am 30. I think that is a mix of not feeling 31 and how crazy packed life has been. My sweet loves took me to the beach for what was the best Birthday in a long while. It was FREEZING cold. But we drank wine, played Maajong, shopped (of course I was the ONLY ONE who bought anything), slept, watched Downton Abby, jammed to good tunes, cooked, and laughed. It was SO good for my heart. And there was this ONE cheese plate – I can’t stop thinking about it! Best meats, best olive oil, best cheese, best nuts…I mean. To. Die. For. And we drank more red wine than most people drink in a year. Not really. Well, yes really. Whatever. It was good.

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I’m trying not obsess about next steps. Here I am about to get my degree. Finally. Something that has kind of held me back. But not really. But kind of. And all my jobs in the past have been to push the ceiling on how far I could go without a degree. Like, DUH I don’t need one. But now? What do I want to do? I’ve utterly downgraded my life. And I wish I could downgrade it even more! So I don’t NEED to make money like I used to (staying in a job just to pay bills for stuff I don’t want. What I want is out of that cycle!!) You know that question? What would you do if money was no object? Yeah, I don’t know the answer yet. It’s mulling in my brain. And it looks REALLY different than what I thought it would be. I had planned on going to nursing school. Full. Speed. Ahead. Not that I won’t do that – I am not scared of it – that I won’t be able to finish or I am not smart enough. But as I pray desperately for God to help me see my path, what I DO hear is “wait”. Like, just get through this ONE step. Get to December. Get through 234 days. Just that. So. That’s what I am doing. Pray for that? Pray that I can figure out next steps. Or that I would be able to wait. How ever you want to pray for me – I will take it!

So here I am, friends. Back.

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{day 9} Nine Days

I’ve made it over the hump.  And I feel AWESOME.  AND I even held a fun party (thanks Joan!) with This Cake (which I did NOT eat)

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And vodka.  And Mimosas.  And maybe even a tad bit of wine.  WHICH I DRANK NONE OF.  Drinking is over rated, right?! Right.  Whatever. So with a lot of prep and a box of these on tap (not UBER taste, but SUPER fast/easy/Paleo), I have made it 9 days.

So here’s what I’ve been eating….

  1. Breakfast Strata (I made it up with a mixture of thisthis and this) – mine had tomatoes, asparagus, mushrooms, spaghetti squash, and eggs.  Oh and Spinach.  Because I really don’t like to eat a meal without something green in it.  No, really.  No, REALLY – ask my friends.  I like green.  I’m actually a little creeped out by lunch bc its all orange and meat-ish today.
  2. TUNA.  Oh. Emmm. GEEEE.  TUNA!  I seriously have been eating it every single day (yes I looked up the mercury stuff.  Yes I am monitoring.  Yes I am….whatever.  Who am I kidding!!  ITS SO GOOD!).  I’ve been eating it with Melissa’s homemade Mayo and homemade refrigerator pickles….capers, lemon juice, avocados, plain, with olive oil, without olive oil….you NAME it.  I really like to add some dill….  But I usually eat that at 4p before I have to go teach a class, etc.  Not if I am going home.
  3. BEEF.  I made a Sirloin Tip Roast this past weekend.  Before that, I made some Scotch Eggs (I  don’t care if you are Paleo, Caveman, Weight Watchers, Atkins or WHAT – Buy this cookbook today.  PDF/iPad copy is $14.95, but I have both…)
  4. Oh man, Cauliflower Mash.  SO GOOD
  5. I broke down and bought Coconut Oil and Coconut Flakes off of Amazon last week.  The Cauliflower Mash with coconut milk AND OIL was like manna.  I took some toasted coconut flakes and cranberries sweetened in apple juice to my boss last week?  Let’s just say it was a race to see who finished their portion first.
  6. Roasted Carrots, Roasted Sweet potatoes, ROASTED BEETS!  (which turned EVERYTHING RED.  I mean, even like TMI turned things red).  I LOOOOOVE roasted veggies.  All of them.  ALL OF THEM.

And you know what?  I’ve been LOVING my new foods.  I’ve been LOVING i mean LOVING my better sleep, my less feel-like-crap, my better workouts, and LOVING that someone finally noticed (and NOT a dirty old man!) that my pants fit better and I can lift more weight in BodyPump.

 

And honestly, if any of you want to sit down and talk through any of this?  Or how to start or IF you are having thoughts about totally changing your way of eating….TALK TO ME!  I LOVE a good coupon.  and saving money.  And feeling BETTER!