It ain’t over until…

Damn. I’m fucking exhausted. Here I was thinking that as we got the keys to the new place two weeks early, everything would go easily.

Yeah well, I hadn’t calculated life taking up this much time. You know, all that go to work and send kids to hobbies crap, that leads to the fact that we’ve got 9 days before the movers come, we have barely finished painting the rooms that we wanted to paint (not to mention changing our mind about painting one room) and eventhough we have been packing away stuff it feels like we still have about 98% unpacked.

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Last night I was watching Die Hard 4.0, as it happened to be on, when I finally say down and turned on the TV. Just perfect entertainment in this state of mind btw. Oh, if you haven’t seen it, and don’t want a major spoiler, I’d suggest you stop reading right about now. Or you can jump the following paragraph, as you wish.

Anyway… I’m just thinking, man John McClane is tough. The man survives gas explosions, being thrown through windows, falling with some military airplane (MIG?) and at and all that kinds of stuff… and then to top it off, he goes and fucking shoots himself! Or technically, he shoots through himself, to get the bad guy. Yippikayyee motherfucker. Bad guy dies, McClane ends up with a bandaid on his shoulder and a minor limp.

But you’ve got to love Bruce Willis, right?

So there I was enjoying my quiet time playing a couch potato for a few hours. The film ended and I changed the channel. What can you expect to find on TV at midnight on Saturday, well of course some… um… action. You know what I mean right? 😉

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Lo and behold! I stayed awake watching Die Hard, but when it turned into some naked action I fell asleep and almost fell of the god damned couch. That’s the level of beat I am at the moment.

And…. Now I’ve totally forgot what else it was I was going to write about.

Sigh.

Well, it probably wasn’t that important since this post has been 99,5% junk anyway.

I wish you all a good night, and a great monday and the rest of the week! Stay strong! Spring is coming!

…the fat lady sings.

 

Hey, long time, no see!

I guess I should start by apologizing for not blogging more often, but honestly… I don’t think anyone wants to read that. Yes, it’s been a while. I know. Trust me, I know.

So what have I been up to? Well, I’ve tried to get my fat ass off the couch, which means dragging myself to the gym a few times a week instead of sitting at home writing. I’m not trying to get into bikini shape (I’d like to see that body in a bikini, said no one ever.), just getting a bit healthier… Weight loss would be a nice bonus though.

no-junk-food-challenge[1]Besides going to the gym, I’m also trying to watch my eating. I took on a No Junk Food challenge for 21 days, and on day 7 still going strong. I’m thinking, that if I do this for 21 days, then I could take a day or two (no more!) break before doing another 21 days. It’s easier to think about this whole thing in three week stints than thinking that this is what I have to do for the rest of my life (which would be quite accurate, if I want to lose this weight and keep it off). I wish it wasn’t so fucking black and white though, that I could find that middle ground… but for now I’m going with all or nothing.

And besides that, life swooshes by going through stuff while packing, driving kids to their hobbies, trying to write… For the ones following Sunsets – these last chapters have been very hard to write – the thought process behind just a few pararaphs takes a lot of time.

Hey! Speaking of Sunsets, it just reached 1000 reviews on FanFiction! Yay!0328-woman-cardboard-box-sm[2]

I suspect that the next months will be crazy busy, but maybe, just maybe everything will settle after that.

So, in case I’m not around, I’m probably stuck behind piles of boxes… No need to send a search party though, I’m sure my family will dig me out eventually.

Going to the gym

So you're telling me there's a place called gym - where people pay to do hard work?Tomorrow will be a strange day. Or maybe not strange – but a bit out of the ordinary anyway. I’m supposed to go to the gym at the local mall. Not to work out though, or I might, but probably won’t. I’m basically going to claim the two free weeks of workouts that I got as a present from a lady at work. Let’s see if they lure me into buying a gym membership by the end of the two weeks. I would need it, well not the membership but the workouts. 

So if I don’t go to the gym, then I’m going to dance class late in the evening. I’m definitely feeling the Christmas break from the dance lessons. My shoulders are stuck – hence the headaches that have been bugging me. Oh, and besides – I look forward to my evening off bedtime duty with the kids. 

It’ll be one of those days where everything is scheduled by the minute – so that everyone get to where they are supposed to be on time, because besides my own appointments I’ve got the kids and their hobbies to sort out.

The holidays have made their impact not only on the shoulders but on my waist as well. God damn it, whoever invented Christmas chocolates should be punished- and I’m not talking about a flogging in the Red Room. I’m looking at the boxes of chocolates and punch myself for again failing to keep my fingers away from them. 

 

And on top of that I’m waiting to hear back from the bank – in the beginning of the week they said. Could you be a bit more vague? So even though the moving is still as far away as ever, I’ve started the purge. Going through stuff with a heavy hand – rubbish – recycle – charity. It’s all good right? Even if we will not move (and I’ll be bummed) at least the place will be tidier. I know there’s that six month rule; if you haven’t used it in the last six months – you don’t need it. But what if it’ll fit again? What if I lose x kg and can wear it again? I’m actually rolling my eyes at myself thinking of all the excuses for keeping some trousers, shirts, skirts that I could just get rid off. 

Maybe if I buy that gym membership those clothes will miraculously fit me again? Because you know, just purchasing the membership is bound to make you lose at least like what 5 kg? – Oh, what do you mean – I’d actually have to go there?!?! 

So if I got the membership and actually used it – I’d basically pay money to get to sweat and torture myself in front of other people? I’ve got masochistic tendencies but that’s taking it a bit far, don’t you think?

It’s still Sunday evening for a while – I think I’ll wait about 8 hours until I start complaining about it being Monday again.