Hurricane Katrina

I remember back when hurricane Katrina tore through south, and news coverage described it as slow and disorganized.  But, boy, did it do some damage once it got going.  My husband thought he was very funny comparing me to the hurricane which was named after me, and I did have to laugh at the similarity.


No one was laughing when Katrina was through.  So now I guess I’m done messing around.  Vacation’s over, and at least I didn’t gain any more weight.  I’ve picked all my kid’s homeschool curriculum, which is a huge chore, so that’s out of the way.  I read Marie Kondo’s book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, so I’m ready to tidy, and unleash some magic around here.  Speaking of that book…

It’s a little weird, but pretty inspiring.  The author suggests talking to inanimate objects, and I kind of draw the line at having conversations with my cats.  She believes that one should only keep things that spark joy, and everything else should be thanked for it’s service and chucked in a dumpster.  She speaks to things she keeps, as well, like her house, and her handbag.  I’m sure it’s totally normal, and I’m the strange one.  So I see a yard sale in my future, and a lifetime of thankless servitude for my purse.  I mean, if you can ignore the slight undertones of OCD and maybe some other mental illness, you will be motivated to purge and organize!

Monday is the day I plan to start P90x, and I suppose I might start using MyFitnessPal again, too, just because I have a tendency to cut back too far on calories if I don’t keep track.  Once I lose the sugar, eating is a lot less fun.

So until then…



The Best Mother’s Day Gift

This past Sunday was Mother’s Day, and my little Sweetsie unknowingly gave me the best gift she possibly could have.  As we were leaving our favorite Mexican Restaurant where we had enjoyed an especially tasty lunch, she snapped a photo of me from behind.  Later, as I was scrolling through the photos on my phone, and smiling at the other shots I’d taken over the weekend, this one popped up.

Pictures don't lie.

“GOOD GRIEF!  Is that what I look like!?” my mind screamed, possibly out loud.  And that was the final straw.  Yes, there I am, lumbering away with my Mother’s Day carnation.  In my mind’s eye, I was definitely NOT lumbering.

So now I’m losing it.  Literally and figuratively.  Although maybe, I’d already lost it, because it seems I was delusional for a time, and somehow ignored tens of pounds that were stretching out all of my clothes.  Pictures don’t lie, folks, but my mirror does.  Something kept telling me I didn’t look so bad, but the person in that photo is unrecognizable to me.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not a completely superficial person.  In the grand scheme of things, I am aware that looks are not on the List of Important Things.  At the same time, I’m not going to pretend I don’t care to look fit and pretty.

So that’s my inspiration.  And I’m not just inspired to lose this weight.  I’m inspired to change my life in all sorts of ways.  How else have I been deluding myself?  How far off is my image of what I am,  or want to be, from what I actually am?  I’m almost afraid to find out.

So, thank you, Sweetsie, for starting the revolution.