Hello friends!
I know I’m not blogging often, but I am doing well.
We made the goal last week to spend no money from the time we left for work Monday to the time we got home on Friday. However, we had a back-up “emergency” $20. When the week was over, we had spent $21.70. I find that huge. How did we do that? Grocery shopped Sunday night. Cooked at home every night. Took leftovers for lunch. No toys, snacks, dinners out.
But wait! You say. What happened to Starbucks? Let’s just say that my parents got me an AWESOME birthday espresso, and my husband makes AMAZING coffee drinks. (I did have to make an “emergency” trip due to being out of milk at home, but I counted it!) You don’t believe me? Look at what I’m currently sipping on.
Yum-O. I love my husband.
This weekend has also been very productive. I attacked our spare bedroom closet and our walk-in pantry. I took everything out, cleaned and organized, got rid of things we didn’t need or haven’t used, and put everything back in a neat and tidy manner. Yeah buddy. It feels really good.
I still have our bedroom closet to do this evening and then we’re going to Kent’s for chili. But we have lunches for tomorrow (leftover Mexi-pasta) and we’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow night.
So here’s what I’m thinking. I like control. I LOVE control. I so often feel out of control when it comes to my health – and get defeated easily when I don’t have the self-control to stick with my plans.
Here’s what else I know about me: when get one part of my life in control, other parts kinda fall into place and seem much more manageable. I tend to start with eating/exercising, and then just naturally transition into a cleaner house and tidier finances. So this time, I’m reversing the situation.
I’ve started with housework and finances. We’ve created order and organization there. We’re getting Christmas out little by little. I am making my space pretty and controlled. It has led to less snacking. Eating in is of course healthier than eating out.
And today, that is enough for me. I’m not gonna rehash my Papaw’s illness, but he’s always in the front of my mind. I control what I can. My goals are the same: spiritual health, physical health, financial health, baby. I’m just attacking from a different side today.
Isn’t it terrible that I actually use the term that I’m “attacking”? I sound like I’m fighting against myself. And I wish I could just embrace myself more. Maybe that’s why I’m not stressing out about not losing weight right now as well…
Okay. I’m gonna give myself a hug, take the last swig of my latte, and get my closet clean!