Here are a few random things running around in my mind...
Shit and hockey
Can we talk about how much shit two people can accumulate in one space? I had an unexpected day off on Tuesday due to snow and decided I would clean our room. Ever since Christmas our room has become the Shit Accumulation Depot (that’s S.A.D.) First there was all the stuff one needs to wrap gifts for two boys forced to get stuff from both their parents and Santa – including the magic unfolding table and chairs. Then, of course there was the entry of Ricky the MIL – and my need to make her as comfortable as possible – so quickly take some extra shit out of the guest room and store it in my room. There were a couple of boxes of Christmas presents that haven’t made it where they belong – like in every day circulation people! – There was even a box of old nurti-system like food that I hate to throw away even though for the most part I won’t or can’t eat it anymore. I said to myself as I went to bed the night before – if I’m home all day tomorrow – I’m taking this damn room back.
The problem with our room is its greatest asset. It’s pretty damn big, so just because it became the S.A.D., it in no way interrupted the flow of the room or even really stood out. It was just a bin of wrapping paper in the corner – the bin was neat, but I don’t need or want to store wrapping paper in my bedroom, or a neat box of this or a cute basket of that. It took most of the day because I was in champion procrastination mode – but… you can now see every gleaming flat surface, and play a pick up hockey game in the now empty space.
Suddenly our room is huge. Brad’s first response (after he picked himself back up) was… So do you want to bring the loveseat back in here? Uh… no frickin way, we’re totally going to learn to play hockey.
After the pouch test...
So... it's been several days since the 5 day pouch test and I swear I have a different and better level of restriction now than I did before, it's very, very odd - and totally fascinating. Starting on day 4 I felt much tighter, there was no way I could get 4oz of anything down at one sitting. I was really spending extra time to pay great attention to what my body was telling me - but several days later... it's not just cuz I'm paying great attention - I really think my restriction level is different. I am tighter, but not too tight. I don't know if this is going to stick around or not - but it's flat fascinating that it really seems to have changed. I totally wasn't expecting that at all, nor was it my purpose - purpose hell, it wasn't the remotest thought in my head. Anyway - I'd do it again to remind myself that I can control what I do and the added restriction is a total bonus, we'll see how long it lasts.
And finally... a lovely quote that a friend of mine emailed me in one of those cheesy - you must pass this on things - I've never once forwarded one of those emails and I won't in the future should you feel so compelled to include me on your list - it will die with me.
But.. that said. This quote was just so lovely, that I thought I would pass it along to all of you. The email did not credit the author so I can't even tell you where it came from, but... enjoy and take it to heart!
"May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us."