Toady begins yet another chapter of our lives. As a few family members have coined it, "The honeymoon's over." Adam and I don't look at it that way, merely a change.
Adam's dream of starting his own business with motorcycles, bees, and more has become a reality. For now, he continues to work at Dailey's, with the hope to soon be part time, but the business has taken off. What has helped to make that greatly possible is the addition of a business partner: Sunny Tier. Adam and Sunny have been friends for as long as I can remember. Both grew up in Vermont in family-run businesses. Both aspired to start businesses of similar nature themselves. The result is a combination of businesses, including Motorcycle restoration, Bee keeping and honey sales, and Sign work. Sunny and Adam will be working together, assisting each other in the various ends of the business.
What does that have to do with the honeymoon being over? Nothing. What made it possible for Sunny to come up here from Tennessee and begin this venture is the ability to work closely with Adam, planning, building, growing, and creating a business together. For the time being, that is all happening under our roof. Sunny is living with us during these beginning stages of the business. We just so happened to have a rather private guest room, complete with its own bathroom. Dad fixed the shower valve, so now the bathroom fully functions, though it still needs to be completely renovated at some point.
Today was move-in day. Reminded me of moving into the dorm. That wonderful state of having all of your belonging in the middle of the room, trying to figure out where everything should go. I was truly amazed by the organizing ability of men. I was under the impression that only women enjoyed organizing. Seeing Adam and Sunny work together to find places for things was quite amazing. Now that I know he's capable when motivated, I should enlist Adam next time I go on an organizing spree.
I have a bright outlook on the living situation between the three of us. Sunny's space is downstairs, so if he wants to be away from us, he can. He also plans to spend the first weekend of every month with his parents, which will give us time to be just Adam and I again. I'm sure there will be times when we get on each other's nerves. Thats life. But as long as we're able to respect each other and allow space when needed, it should work out well. More on that as time goes by.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Always playing catch-up
Active bloggers put me to shame. Their creativity, time, frequency, all point to things I lack in my blogging. Truth is, there are just so many other things that take up my time. Yes, I should be a lot more flexible working part time, but there always seem to be things that need my attention more than the computer. Heard it all before. I'll stop making excuses.
Whats been going on? Well, I got my first haircut today in 8 months. I think thats a new record for me. The goal was to let it grow out, but then as I spent money other places, I just could never justify the extra on a haircut. Lame I know. But I finally got around to it, and boy do my ends feel better. I even added a little side bangs. :)
Whats been going on? Well, I got my first haircut today in 8 months. I think thats a new record for me. The goal was to let it grow out, but then as I spent money other places, I just could never justify the extra on a haircut. Lame I know. But I finally got around to it, and boy do my ends feel better. I even added a little side bangs. :)
As for those little things that keep me busy:
1) Running
This unusual winter we've been having has allowed me to continue running outdoors through the winter. Its a good thing too, because I've discovered its not nearly as much fun to run on the treadmill. Its no wonder so many people name it "the dreadmill." The days I don't go outdoors are usually spent lazily indoors. There is just something so invigorating and freeing about running down the dirt road, in the cool air, seeing the beauty all around this place I live. I wouldn't trade it for the fanciest gym.
2) Church duties
In addition to my regular church offices, one of which is assistant treasurer, I recently became the treasurer of sorts of our pastor's non-profit: TLC Humanitarian International Missions. The duties are light, however, I do need to come up with an organization for the separation of funds, which will test my excel skills.
3) Snowboarding
Even though we've had quite the crappy winter in regards to snow, the mountains have managed to make a considerable amount of the white stuff, allowing us to hit the slopes a number of times. We've been out 3 times so far, 2 of which were at discounted rates, and one was free. We have a tentative plan to try it again on Valentine's Day, when there happens to be a 2-for-1 at Bromley. :)
There really are many other little things, but those are just a few. For now, "thats all folks."
Friday, January 6, 2012
Resolutions and a Pig Story
The beginning weeks of this year find me in a much healthier state than I was not long ago. December brought the culmination of my growing sweetness addiction, contributed largely by the overwhelming amount of baked goods coming out of our kitchen at work, and the regular amount of holiday sweets. Sweets have always been my weakness. When I was young, I was known to eat half my dinner, not because I was full, so that I could save room for dessert (clearly the best part of the meal).
Up until November, I had been running consistently since March when I first fell in love with it. As the holiday came on, my time became more full, and my afternoons just didn't allow me to take a break to run. Not only was my sweet appetite increasing, but my activity was decreasing. Bad combo. I felt icky. Disgusted with myself. I knew I was eating an unhealthy amount of sugar, but I just couldn't say no. They beckoned to me, at work, home, parties, church. The list went on.
As many people know, no one can break addictive behaviors without at least wanting to. It wasn't enough to think that the extra sugar and lack of exercise was bad for me. I had to actually want to change things. Do you know what it took? Coming down with the typical after Christmas, sweet-attack cold. I had been fighting one since Thanksgiving, but my immune system finally gave in. Sick as I was, I knew it had to stop.
I knew myself well. Trying on my own to say no wasn't going to cut it. All it would take was the sight of a sweet and my watering mouth and the resolution would be out the window. So I decided to make it a matter of prayer. God is certainly capable of being strong for me, so I left it in His hands. No, that didn't mean the cravings disappeared and that it was a simple matter. But depending on Him to overcome instead of me, the pressure was off. I knew I could do it because the battle was already won, and I didn't have to do the fighting.
At the beginning stages of this change, I found myself relieved from all of the holiday stresses. I had time to run again. And run I did, against my initial aversion to the cooler weather. Second day out I tried out a route I hadn't run since I hurt by foot back in the summer. It was a glorious run, even in the light rain. My love of running was back.
As I continued to run most days and cut back on excessive sugars, I began to feel better. I even started eating better. I know, I know. Having a degree in Nutrition should mean that I was doing this already. What can I say. I'm human. Not perfect. And a human with a sweet tooth at that. But I have to say that God has blessed me with a newfound love for running, and I am grateful for that. I have always enjoyed exercise in all of its various forms, but previously, not running. This past year finally broke my dislike of running, and I am thrilled to have a new sport.
Now that I've rambled on about all that, did I mention I had a pig story to tell?
Last Friday I set out on a beautiful, cool day to run around the block (somewheres around 4 1/2 miles). One of my heals had rubbed a blister the day before, so I started off with a bandaid and a happy heart. A mille in, the bandaid had been adjusted once, and was beginning to fall off. Setting aside caution, I pushed forward, stepping gingerly to avoid excess pain. I chose to go the direction that allow me to go down the big hill instead of up, as I was not feeling incredibly energetic that day. Three quarters of the way around the loop, I spied a large creature standing in the middle of the road. I wasn't quite sure what it was at first, but as I approached, its shape identified it as a pig. A LARGE pig.
It wandered back and forth across the road. A car passed me, driving slowly. The pig walked right up to the moving car, sniffing it, and almost brought it to a stop. Having heard a few negative pig stories, I was cautious as I moved forward. When I was still about 20 feet away, the beast finally spotted me, snorted, kicked up its hind legs, and ran off in the opposite direction, proving that though fat, the pig was fast. Even though it ran only a few feet, I was quite sure I didn't want to meet it up close. As I had no reason to believe it would get out of my way, I unhappily retreated the way I had come. By the time I finally got home, I was exhausted and had a large blister. But I had a great story! And I burned 722 calories to boot! Almost 6 miles under my belt. Not bad for an otherwise uneventful afternoon.
Up until November, I had been running consistently since March when I first fell in love with it. As the holiday came on, my time became more full, and my afternoons just didn't allow me to take a break to run. Not only was my sweet appetite increasing, but my activity was decreasing. Bad combo. I felt icky. Disgusted with myself. I knew I was eating an unhealthy amount of sugar, but I just couldn't say no. They beckoned to me, at work, home, parties, church. The list went on.
As many people know, no one can break addictive behaviors without at least wanting to. It wasn't enough to think that the extra sugar and lack of exercise was bad for me. I had to actually want to change things. Do you know what it took? Coming down with the typical after Christmas, sweet-attack cold. I had been fighting one since Thanksgiving, but my immune system finally gave in. Sick as I was, I knew it had to stop.
I knew myself well. Trying on my own to say no wasn't going to cut it. All it would take was the sight of a sweet and my watering mouth and the resolution would be out the window. So I decided to make it a matter of prayer. God is certainly capable of being strong for me, so I left it in His hands. No, that didn't mean the cravings disappeared and that it was a simple matter. But depending on Him to overcome instead of me, the pressure was off. I knew I could do it because the battle was already won, and I didn't have to do the fighting.
At the beginning stages of this change, I found myself relieved from all of the holiday stresses. I had time to run again. And run I did, against my initial aversion to the cooler weather. Second day out I tried out a route I hadn't run since I hurt by foot back in the summer. It was a glorious run, even in the light rain. My love of running was back.
As I continued to run most days and cut back on excessive sugars, I began to feel better. I even started eating better. I know, I know. Having a degree in Nutrition should mean that I was doing this already. What can I say. I'm human. Not perfect. And a human with a sweet tooth at that. But I have to say that God has blessed me with a newfound love for running, and I am grateful for that. I have always enjoyed exercise in all of its various forms, but previously, not running. This past year finally broke my dislike of running, and I am thrilled to have a new sport.
Now that I've rambled on about all that, did I mention I had a pig story to tell?
Last Friday I set out on a beautiful, cool day to run around the block (somewheres around 4 1/2 miles). One of my heals had rubbed a blister the day before, so I started off with a bandaid and a happy heart. A mille in, the bandaid had been adjusted once, and was beginning to fall off. Setting aside caution, I pushed forward, stepping gingerly to avoid excess pain. I chose to go the direction that allow me to go down the big hill instead of up, as I was not feeling incredibly energetic that day. Three quarters of the way around the loop, I spied a large creature standing in the middle of the road. I wasn't quite sure what it was at first, but as I approached, its shape identified it as a pig. A LARGE pig.
It wandered back and forth across the road. A car passed me, driving slowly. The pig walked right up to the moving car, sniffing it, and almost brought it to a stop. Having heard a few negative pig stories, I was cautious as I moved forward. When I was still about 20 feet away, the beast finally spotted me, snorted, kicked up its hind legs, and ran off in the opposite direction, proving that though fat, the pig was fast. Even though it ran only a few feet, I was quite sure I didn't want to meet it up close. As I had no reason to believe it would get out of my way, I unhappily retreated the way I had come. By the time I finally got home, I was exhausted and had a large blister. But I had a great story! And I burned 722 calories to boot! Almost 6 miles under my belt. Not bad for an otherwise uneventful afternoon.
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