I’ve got a brand new style

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I was going to wait until after the New Year came in to do this but then I realized that when the ball drops I probably won’t be sitting at my computer blogging.

Yes, believe it or not, I have a life.

As promised, the blog has a new look to ring in the new year. Hope you like it but, to be honest, whether you do or not … I like it. So there.

All good things to you and yours in 2016, my friends. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make party punch.

Blessed be!

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We’ll route our way on maps of stars

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This blog isn’t any particular kind of blog, in case you hadn’t noticed.

There are certain themes I touch on regularly, depending on where I’m at in this journey, what I am most preoccupied with. For the most part, however, this blog is really just about me. Yes, I know that sounds egocentric and I suppose it is. Other people write humor blogs or writing blogs or relationship blogs or health and fitness blogs. I am not so interesting but I did warn you about that.

And it’s probably not fair to say this blog is just about me. It’s not really. This blog is about a journey, one particularly journey through life, starting from a particularly time immediately on the other side of a whole bunch of shit. This isn’t even the first time I have come through a whole bunch of shit, or the first time I have found myself starting out again from beyond a certain crucible.

I’m kind of hoping that last one — which was a doozy, I’ll admit — will be my last one. I’m getting too old for this stuff.

But I digress.

While I can’t truly say that this blog has a theme, I can say that sometimes a certain thread runs through my writings thanks to what I happen to be doing or thinking about at a given point in time. I write a lot about my kids, their trials, tribulations and peccadilloes. That’s because they’re important to me, obviously, and even though they are all grown, that doesn’t mean they have finished doing all the growing they are going to do or even need to do. They are still picking directions for their lives. They are still working on that great life essay — What I want to be when I grow up.

Then again, I’m still working on that one myself and I’m a lot older than they are. I’m not in a position to hold my nose up in the air at anybody’s unfinished life.
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That’s Christmas to me

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Right now, I am contemplating change.

For example, I note the fact that I have two of the three grad school applications in that I intend to submit in the hopes that I’ll be able to resume my career goals next summer. Getting into grad school will bring some gigantic changes into my life, from the household income to the place where I and my children live to the kinds of hours I keep and the things I do with my days. If I end up at my first choice university, I will be about 620 miles south of where I am right now; there will be more than one kind of climate change in my future.

I am also embarked on a fitness regimen in which my eldest daughter is performing the kindly office of holding my toes to the fire — at least long enough for me to be able to hold my own toes to the fire. Gina took the first set of comparison pictures today — seeing as how it’s #transformationtuesday, which I did not realize — and, while I am not prepared to share those pictures yet, I can say that after only two months … eight weeks … I am able to see a real difference. That is very encouraging.

At the other end of the spectrum, I am contemplating another type of scenery change. As in, maybe it’s time to change the look of this blog.
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Keep on keepin’ on

Not this time.

Not this time.

Six weeks in. Almost seven, actually.

I wrote this post on a Sunday almost seven weeks ago. To tell you the truth, it feels like it’s been a lot longer than that. The fact that it has only be seven weeks is suddenly very encouraging.

It’s kind of a weird place I’m in. I am not doing the cardio very often. Well, actually, I’m not really doing the cardio at all. But I’ve been extremely consistent with the strength work. So far, I’ve only missed this past Monday, and only because I had a gastrointestinal bug and didn’t want to embarrass myself in public. That will change after the holidays; my plan is to start getting up very early to do the cardio first thing in the morning … although, as I sit here typing this, I am realizing that I know perfectly well I’m not going to get up at 5am and workout before I go in to the office. That is a plan that’s setting me up for failure.

So, instead, I’m going to do my cardio when I get home from the gym. I just read somewhere that doing cardio after strength work is better than doing it before the strength work. Not sure why that is; anybody have any thoughts on that or has anybody read anything about it that they’d care to share?

Anyway, so here’s my frustration: I’m not seeing results in terms of my weight. But, after seven week, I am seeing results in terms of the way my clothes fit. I’ve suddenly got all kinds of room in the slacks I wear to work, for example. Blouses are looser around my arms. I generally just look better in my clothes. I am not convinced that I look better out of my clothes but that’s a conversation for a later date.

Suffice it to say that I’m a long way from being a #fitgirl. A long way.
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