Sunday, April 14, 2013
Well, hi there!
I've been silenced for the past little while with some technical website server silliness, but I'm back with a lot of updates.
Started April 7, 2013
So, two weekends ago, a lot of really nice friends came to help us move out of the condo. We went with a PODS unit to store the majority of our possessions. I had been working very hard in the weeks working up to this, and everything was packed, labeled (with color-coding), and ready to be lifted. Nick told a few of the men who came to help that if they saw me lifting anything at all, they had strict orders to hit me on my low back (because it would sideline me for the rest of the day). See, about three weeks earlier, I missed most of a week at work recovering from a flare up with my back pain...that, and my back is just a trainwreck in general—honestly, if I were to spell all of the problems out for you, it would sound made-up, because no one's luck is that bad!
Needless to say (such a silly phrase: it always means that you're about to say something that you clearly don't find needless), I was a good girl and lifted nothing, but I felt like crap the whole time when I did little else but manage door opening/closing and direct while everyone else did the gruntwork. I feel incredibly blessed to have met such wonderful people willing to dedicate their time and kindness to this task. Since I had everything packed, the work was done in about two hours, so I felt happy that we didn't eat up anyone's entire Saturday.
The original closing date on the condo was scheduled for March 29th, but rescheduled for April 8th due to financing delays for the buyer. Meanwhile, we have an accepted offer on a pretty lot. Our stress has been on the high side lately. Once we close on both of these properties, my gray hair factory will probably close its doors. We drove by the lot yesterday, and we were happy to finally see indication that someone had staked a claim!
Continued April 14, 2013
So, we're staying with my aunts—back in my subterranean loft where I lived in 2005/2006. Now that life is starting to feel sane, I need to get into an exercise routine. My body feels sluggish and unhealthy...I know part of this is the time I took off when my back was hurting (it's just SO hard to get back into it after a break!), part of it is all the takeout food that we ate the last few weeks of March (because we had packed up the kitchen), and the rest of it is that my tummy has been acting up on me (so I've been turning to more comfort foods that I know will digest properly).
Anyway, we sold our treadmill and elliptical trainer so that we wouldn't have to move them...and I foolishly allowed all my dumbbells and exercise DVDs to be packed into the POD. Once Wisconsin finally warms up, I will walk outside for exercise. Unfortunately, spring is taking forever to, well, spring this year. A guy who I work with wrote on his whiteboard calendar during the last week of March "January 85 - January 89" because he was certain January never ended. I think we've finally turned a corner as far as the likelihood of blizzards go, but it still doesn't meet my standards.
What I would really love to do is join a gym again. I never belonged to a gym before 2005 when I first moved back to Wisconsin, and even I was surprised at how much I loved it. My little gym is no longer there, but there are other gyms in the area. I need to figure out if I can work the expense into my budget.
Speaking of exercise, my cousin has finally become a runner. She was one of those people who spoke so negatively about running to me (at the time, a runner) when she had never really tried it before. Those people really irk me, but I'm humored that those same people do a 180 when they decide to give running a chance.
Of course, I am no longer running (which I am convinced was the right decision for me), but I remember how superhuman it felt to run 10+ miles. I miss that feeling. I don't miss the swollen joints or the nightly icing. Besides, by the end of my relationship with running, I felt more like a helpless victim than a superhero. My cousin told me that she hurts a lot since becoming a runner, looking to me as if I had the answer for her. I shrugged, which wasn't the reassurance she wanted. There is a price for everything...it's all about what you are willing to pay.
She just returned from a trip to India. I'm very happy that her travel-bug took her to India instead of North Korea! Anyway, she has lost so much weight and looks terrific...I'm sure vacation was all the more enjoyable as a physically fit person.
I'll wrap this up since I'm all over the place (that's what happens when you take weeks to compile a single post), but I wanted to note that I'm once again reacquainted with a certain orange cat who used to steal my stuff:
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