By 1pm today (Sunday), I had gone for a run, showered, had breakfast and done two loads of laundry. This is complete rarity for me. In general, I rarely shower on Sundays. I rarely leave the house on Sunday's unless I am heading to the grocery store and I'm pretty sure no one there cares what I look like. A typical Sunday consists of us getting up and relocating from the bed to the couch to relax. It's generally several hours later that I move with the intention of doing something productive, but of course by that point so much of the day has passed that I can't really get anything done. Sunday nights are usually when I get a surge of energy and attempt to clean the house and do laundry. But when its 8 o'clock, there is a time limit of how much can really get accomplished. Since my massive cleaning last week, I've been able to keep the house in a fairly manageable condition. Adam of course doesn't help the matter much, but he's improving slightly. Today I'm enacting my "if its not in the hamper, I don't wash it" rule. I usually ask Adam to gather his clothes, but am stopping that practice. I sort of feel like I'm training a puppy. Or a dog that was poorly trained as a puppy so I need to re-train to limit all the bad habits that have been acquired. I watched diggnation with Adam as I ate my breakfast/lunch, and when it was over I got off the couch to do some homework. He gave me this look like "you're leaving the couch?" Yes. I have things to do and they will no get accomplished if I sit on my ass all day. I'm struggling to figure out his thought process. He wants me to sit and hang out all weekend, but then gets sad when I'm stressed out all week because I didn't get anything done that I needed to over the weekend. I'm in a no-win situation, at least for the next few months as I finish school. 10 more weeks of actual class, but 11 weeks until graduation-- can't forget spring break- which will be used to work on projects.
I'm happy I'm running again, it calms me down SO much. It's sort of sad that it took me joining weight watchers to start up an exercise routine, but that's pretty much why I joined. I had some good habits, but I just wasn't putting them into practice. I just finished my 4th week of weight watchers and I'm down 6.4 pounds. Sadly, the hardest part is probably eating with Adam. He fully supports me, but refuses to change any of his eating habits to accommodate my own. The other day he took too much ice cream and asked if I wanted any. No, just because you took more than a serving of ice cream, it does not mean that I will eat it. I used to, but not anymore. When we first started dating we would eat out all the time. I would be ready to order soup and salad when Adam would ask if I would order something with fries, that way in case he didn't get enough, he could have mine. Being a good girlfriend I obliged. And the pattern continued- for 6 years. It's really funny for me to look back at how I ate and exercised before dating Adam, or at least before we lived together. Not that I was the healthiest person ever, but I had decent habits, now it's like I forgot everything that I used to do and do whatever Adam wants. When we're running errands on a weekend or something, we'll stop and get some food usually of the fast food variety. I would usually throw out Subway and Adam would throw out Arby's (or something equally as "not good" for us) and I would secretly get excited. I always justified it to myself as I didn't suggest it, so its okay. It's sort of ridiculous, but I just settled into this routine that it was out of my control. I work in advertising, I can convince Adam to do just about anything, yet, I would fall in line at the first sound of fast food or french fries. Amazing. Despite all of my ranting here, Adam really is supportive. He never told me that I should watch what I eat or work out more (of course he enjoys the results) but I am doing it for myself. I want to remember what it was like to feel confident again. I hate looking at pictures thinking, "why don't I take care of myself more?".
Okay, I really need to do some homework now, my mom wants to celebrate her birthday at 4pm at Applebee's. Her reasoning for the incredibly early time is that "every time we go out, its always so busy. Don't people know we're in a recession?". Mom-1, Other Applebees patrons- 0.
Happy Birthday, Mom. I hope they sing one of those great birthday songs to you!
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