Wednesday, February 16, 2011


I recently finished reading Gretchen Rubin's book "The Happiness Project." I like to start my year with a few "self-improvement" type books, and this is one that I've been wanting to read for awhile. While this isn't a tremendously academic book, it IS a thoughtful one, which has made me pause often to consider how my behavior is influencing my happiness and the happiness of those I love.
I was pleased to realize that I inadvertently embarked on my own "happiness project" when Danny left for New York in November. I decided that I simply couldn't allow this year to be lost to depression, negativity and lack of control. I knew that I needed to be aware of my own emotional and physical well being in order to be the best mom I can be to my three kiddos.

After a few months of contemplation, I decided that one of the most important things I could do to help me feel better was to tackle my issues I've had with my weight. Ugh. Am I crazy? Go on a diet at a highly stressful time in our lives? Isn't that a recipe for failure? Surprisingly, no.

In January, I walked myself into our local Weight Watchers meeting, and signed up. I think that was the hardest part. I've been stunned at how my weight loss process so far has helped me so much, by giving me something concrete to focus on. I have something that I'm in control of, that doesn't have anything to do with anyone but myself. I'm part of a little group that I meet with every week. Other than the fact that we're all a little fatter than we want to be, we don't have much in common. But, that room of ladies has helped me a lot over the past 6 weeks. Just having to show up and be accountable is great, but having people clap at my successes and give me stickers like a kindergartner makes every weigh-in Wednesday a little brighter. It also helps that today I reached my first 10 pound milestone.

Hurray for me, hurray for taking control, and hurray for happiness!

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Keep Calm and Carry On

It's funny how back in the summer, the idea of going to a movie alone was a strange thing to me. Things certainly change quickly.

I'm doing a lot of things on my own these days because my sweet husband took a job in NYC until June. After our little school here closed, we were forced to consider employment options that we previously wouldn't have. The kids started at the local public school, and found themselves happy and enjoying experiences they had never had (ie. riding a school bus.) So, when my husband was offered an interim position in NY, the choice was made that I would stay here with the kids, while he went east. He's been gone since November, coming home for holidays, and the occasional weekend. We miss him.

BUT, these past few months have helped me realize a lot about myself... about what I'm capable of doing on my own, about the importance of an optimistic outlook, about the blessings of busy-ness, about my love of solitude, and about how much I adore my husband. I'm trying to remain calm in the face of uncertainty, upbeat despite my natural tendency toward crankiness, and energetic when sometimes I'd rather stay in bed. Believe it or not, I'm doing a pretty good job.