Well, my plan to recap Iceland before classes started didn’t work out. Someday I’ll need something to do to avoid actual work and will get to it. It was such a great trip. I definitely want a written reminder.

Speaking of that – I went looking for whatever I had to say about plantar fasciitis back when I had that going on (5 years ago!) and whoa. I was crazy.

I don’t know how I got to this place where I’m happily maintaining my 110(ish) pound loss (with some fluctuation here and there, of course) – but I seem to be doing it without all of the drama I experienced as I lost it. I forget that this has been such a profound mindset shift and overall life change.

I think I’m actually making some progress with my 2014 goal to curb the body issues, too. It’s an ongoing practice, but I am intentionally working on it as I said I would and I think I actually have much more peace with my body than I’ve ever had. Most days.

Jon still has plantar fasciitis and hobbles around moaning about needing a wheelchair because it’s never going to go away. I apparently didn’t complain about it much when I had it (shocking), which is too bad since now I can’t remember how long I dealt with it. (And now we’re finally full circle to why I want to recap Iceland.)
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I’ve been in school for 2 weeks now. I don’t even know what to say except HOLY SHIT.

Let me just get this out of the way: I am VERY lucky to be in the position I’m in. I’ve received a tuition waiver and a stipend that amounts close enough to my previous salary that we haven’t had too much of a financial hit. I’ve been granted this financial assistance for several years – long enough to finish the program if I don’t procrastinate – so I’ll be ok. I love my classes. I love my professors. I have fantastic support from my previous employer and am excited to collaborate with them (they’re willing to share data with me, etc.) and am still happy that I’m working a couple of days a month. Overall – I couldn’t have dreamed up a better situation.

That said – again – HOLY SHIT.

I am already having dreams about going into tests and not having one clue what to write. I’m also already feeling perpetually behind. I’d forgotten what it’s like to try to watch tv with that nagging feeling that I should be working on something more important. Feeling like I need to vacuum just isn’t the same as feeling as if I WILL FAIL OMG THE WORLD WILL END if I don’t keep up with the reading I should be doing.

There are 5 of us in my cohort, so the group is working itself out. I had everyone over for dinner last week because I sensed super high anxiety and some homesickness (just 2 of us are from this general area). I remember what it felt like to go to a new school, new town, etc. and feel isolated and freaked out and as if EVERYTHING is new and challenging. It wasn’t fun at first. We’re an interesting mix of people with vastly different interests and goals and personalities, so we’ll see how it goes.

I’ve been pretty stressed as I adjust and I’m somewhat overwhelmed, but it will be fine.
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I had a birthday last week. 34.

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My mom (and her husband) and brother (and his girlfriend) came into town 2 weekends ago to celebrate.

Little brother!

Jon grilled hamburgers and made a bunch of junky stuff (at my request) and made a carrot cake AND surprised me with a little greenhouse.

(I haven’t had potato chips in so long – probably years? I had such great memories, but they reconfirmed that you just can’t go back. So salty and greasy.)
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Little greenhouse for my birthday!  #100happydays (60/100)

I’m not a super huge outdoor gardener (at all), but my house is full of plants. I’m excited to have a place to start (and keep) some new ones.

My only birthday request (other than the hamburgers/beans/chips/homemade potato salad meal) had been for him to take a day off and stay home with me – so he did that, too, and we spent my actual birthday just hanging out together. I didn’t feel like going out, so we had another junky feast at home.

Somebody's ready to eat.

I’m so lucky.

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So, yeah. 34.

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MC continues to grow despite my strong desire for that to stop.

Breakfast!

Looks like I'm not the only one happy Jon's back in our time zone. #100happydays  (67/100)

Squishy baby! #100happydays (62/100)

He’ll be two months old in a few days and I just can’t believe it.

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I’m still doing my thing with the trainer and still running since I rejoined the running group. I’ve been keeping up with the weekly plans and mostly going to the group runs – except this morning. I chose to stay home with Jon since I haven’t seen him in a week. I’ll make it up tomorrow.

It’s hot and humid as hell here, so I’m looking forward to a new season. I vastly prefer running (really walk/jogging) in cold weather.

Jon’s child #3 continues to breastfeed MC and has noticed that her diet might be impacting him, so she’s been interested in learning about nutrition. She’s actually eating my plain yogurt (with fruit and nuts) for breakfast now instead of pop-tarts, so things are definitely moving in the “right” (open to interpretation, of course) direction.

Jon’s been teaching her how to cook and she and I have been coordinating when he travels to throw together healthy meals. The upcoming plan is for her to cook dinner for all of us each night next week (after the three of us create a plan and grocery shop together). Total win/win.

I’m pretty impressed with this new desire of hers since it wasn’t so long ago that she was coming home from the grocery store with bags full of boxes of snack cakes and sugary cereal and other crap we never have in our house (or only have for pre-planned “treats”). Jon’s been talking to her about how to read food labels and it seems to be paying off.

Anyway. Two cooks in the house with a desire to do things my way means nothing but good things for me.

(Jon’s child #1 and child #3 and MC the day of my birthday feast)

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Almost forgot – Molly is a year old now! The vet estimates she was born last July or August.

Pretty sure she's a year old now since we estimate she was born in Jul or Aug 2013. She barks at everything and is a little too friendly when ppl come over, but I haven't gotten the baby gate out of the closet in weeks (meaning she can be trusted to roam

She’s come a long way in just the past couple of months regarding her behavior. She can be trusted to be out of her crate all day (when I’m home) without constant supervision – and I even put the baby gate away. She definitely does the bell thing completely consistently (rings it go out) and is already to the point where she stares at us at night when she wants in her crate because she’s tired.

She completely destroys her toys but has never destroyed anything else or chewed up any of our furniture or belongings or any of that drama.

This was purchased with great hope since it was labeled "indestructible."  I think she's had it an hour?

Feeling lucky I'm able to enjoy the fantastic weather today. #100happydays (56/100)

Our vet joked and said we should tell people we have a “miniature Great Pyrenees” since she’s small but looks like just a Great Pyrenees (with a haircut right now). She weighed 76 pounds the last time we checked, but would be 85-115 if she wasn’t likely mixed with something. She has a super friendly and outgoing personality (contrary to the more reserved nature of a Great Pyrenees), so we think she might be mixed with a lab or something like that.

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She is super sweet and extremely mild-mannered and keeps us entertained, for sure.

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She’s also scared of every little noise and/or rustle in bushes and nearly knocks me over when she jumps into me for protection – so she hasn’t quite realized her size yet.

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