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Pardon my Progress


My life is a construction zone. I should wear yellow and black at all times to warn potential friends and acquaintances that work is being done and may or may not be completed. I generally only finish things to about 85%, and then there’s only a 50% chance of that. Problem is, I love to start new things, but finishing them doesn’t hold the same appeal, excitement and butterflies-in-my-stomach intensity. I trip over myself to get to Joann’s to buy needle nose pliers and 24 gauge silver wire, only to forget what exactly I was going to do with them. Polymer clay and jump rings? Same story. It also happens with chores around the house. A few days ago, I found myself with some unexpected free time and used it to finally start cleaning out the drawers in my room that wouldn’t shut to make room for Fall clothes. I was so delighted by my own ambition. Sure I could have watched the Real Housewives episode that was calling my name from the DVR, or I could have lost myself in Pinterest or I could have done one of my 500 projects-in-waiting. But no, I did the responsible thing and started the Big Seasonal Switch that has to happen when you live in a house with closets made for Smurf clothes. Our off-season clothes have to stay in the attic. Bringing them down at the same time as our in-season clothes makes us look like we are exceeding the occupancy limit for a single family home, so I have no choice but to first move the Summer stuff up, then bring the Fall stuff down if we want room to walk around here. IM-freaking-POSSIBLE. Because of a little something I like to call self-diagnosed ADD. My ability to stay on task is made possible only by existing in a white padded room. And even then, I would find myself examining the stitches on the padding to avoid finishing the work at hand. It’s almost like I don’t like achievement. If there were an award for most ambitions, then would I be a real winner!

This morning I had a lightbulb moment. It wasn’t a 100 watt bulb… more of a chandelier bulb, but a bulb all the same. When I woke up I picked up my phone and instead of checking the weather, email or my ebay auctions as usual, I went to Pinterest and checked the “Fitness” page. Why I was possessed to do that, I have no idea. Possessed is the only word to explain why that would have happened. I didn’t even know they had a Fitness page but something made me do it. Back story: As with everything, starting a workout routine has the same sparkle to it every time I pick it back up after a period of abandonment. New shoes! New sports bras! Find the yoga mat! Whee! And then I go down that roller coaster of endorphin-induced emotions and find that if I have to trudge back up the proverbial hill, I would be better off just starting a new hobby that doesn’t have any hills. There’s a “but” here, and it’s big enough to have an extra “t” in it. This time, I’ve decided it’s not just for me. It’s for my kids. And nothing makes me move my caboose more than needing to do something for my kids. I am their primary example. They spend more time face-to-face with me than anyone else and if anyone is going to show them how to live well, it has to start here. I am a huge advocate of living a healthy lifestyle, but pure exercise has not been a way of life around here, and I am ready for it to be. Evan still has the enthusiasm for the outdoors of a kid not yet affected by video games and I need to capitalize on that before it slips away. And I need to show him that my big ideas can be reality and that when you work for something, it can be done. Follow-through produces results. (Right?) If only I could convince myself first.

So here was the actual lightbulb moment: I saw a piece of jewelry on the Pinterest fitness page that was metal stamped with roman numerals and a tiny rhinestone. I checked out the picture more closely because I thought it was pretty, yet seemed to be mis-filed. It said “XXVI.II” Working through that, I read “26.2”. Since this is a fitness inspiration pageĀ  (lightbulb flickering here), I think that must be how long a marathon is! At Evan’s school recently, I’ve noticed several people have bumper stickers that say “26.2” and I thought it looked like a bible verse or something, which was odd because, well, you know. But now I see! Those people are runners! There are people (with kids who have to be at school at 9am just like mine) getting out of bed and putting one foot in front of the other and at the end of it, they can say they accomplished something totally insane. My own personal “total insanity” would be just moving that decimal point over a little and pushing through 2.62. A minithon we’ll say. Maybe I could do it 10 times and add them up.

So where do I start? Step 1: Log the eff off the computer. Step 2: Move your body. Step 3: Enjoy the reward. Sounds simple enough. Where are my new running shoes? In my mind (lit by a single environmentally-friendly chandelier bulb), they are starting to sparkle again.

To be continued…so pardon my progress…


What I learned from the Kardashians…


Yeah, you read that right. There is something to be learned from everyone, including the you-know-whos. So that the time spent wasted watching that fluff wasn’t a total loss, here are a few takeaways…

1- Having a wedding has nothing to do with getting married. I actually already knew this, but 4 exhausting hours of Kim’s Fairytale Wedding just reminded me of this fact. I never say never (thanks Justin Bieber) but I think I can confidently say that I will NEVER have another wedding. Thank goodness. That is a just a mess of money and drama-in-the-making. I don’t even see us renewing our vows unless they get really, really stale and if that is the case, I don’t think a party would help.

2- Disrespecting your spouse or spouse-to-be in public is such a violation of the agreement you have with one another as partners. If Kim Kardashian is producing and starring in a television special about HERSELF, why is she allowing the world to be voyeurs to her relationship problems? To make her seem more “real”? I am uncomfortable watching people argue like that. I always think that if this is what you allow people to see, what horrors are you keeping behind closed doors? They do not make this look like a good idea, but I really hope it works out. I love a good love story, but so far this doesn’t feel like one. Fingers crossed for you Kardumphries!!

3- Product placement is never seamless, regardless of the production cost of a particular show. Kris Jenner to Bruce Jenner: “Kylie, I discovered, is really, really a smart kid. There’s this new website she found because she wants to go to Hawaii on a family vacation but I told her no, it’s too expensive <<<insert me gagging. Too expensive, really? Why don’t you sell the hem of one of Kim’s 3 custom Vera dresses and you could take the whole town there. Just sayin’. >>> then she went on to this website called living social and she found everything like 50% off…and I actually found massages…like a whole massage package…twice the massages!” “That’s fabulous!” exclaims Bruce right on cue. Here comes the dramatic music and they’re back to discussing Kim’s pre-marital discord.

4- The love shown to each other by those sisters is something that should be taken as an example and a lesson. No matter how much money they have or how much of a parallel universe they live in, the way they treat each other is admirable. They truly define unconditional love. I’ve never seen anyone, sibling or friend, who is able to fight like they can but acknowledge all the way through it that it will be worked out because they love each other and family is everything. I don’t know anyone with a familial relationship like that! It is truly enviable. I have a sibling and She Who Must Not Be Named and I are the opposite of Kardashian sisters. Over the years we have been more likely to poke each other in the eye with a stick rather than hug it out. I think the Kardashian kind of relationship can’t be cultivated but it could be emulated to a degree. Is this a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of situation? Is it ever too late? When has too much damage been done? I saw this quote on my beloved Pinterest today and it just may define my problem…

Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.

I couldn’t figure out to whom I should originally credit that quote. I didn’t make it up myself, but I will certainly be thinking of it as I work through my feelings about this situation. I am not her and she is not me and we can’t write scripts for each other so that we always say the right thing. That would be cool, right?! To stop expecting so much from someone is to say that I accept the other person as being unable to provide it, and to not lose my dignity in the process says that I am bigger and more mature than I thought possible. I know I am not there yet, but with the help of my therapist and my Pinterest, maybe I’ll get there. I think the phrase “love you like a sister” is right up there with “sleeping like a baby”. Babies don’t really sleep all that well, and if a friend told me they loved me like a sister I’d have to ask for clarification on exactly what kind of a sister. “A Kardashian sister? Cool, thanks! I’m sort of a Khloe, so you can be Kim!”

Can’t wait for the day when I am able to say (and hear) “love you like a sister”, sister.