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weekending : sad face + sheep

From the weekend: 

Testing out my sheep print on some different things. I’m liking this fabric tote. Needs a little something else, but it’s definitely taking shape. 

I broke my daughter’s heart apparently. I wouldn’t give her a yogurt stick. 

Then, I broke it all over again, when I wouldn’t let her spray the piano keys with window cleaner. 

My middle child ate more pomegranate seeds than should be legal. And then she ate some more. (A simple how-to de-seed a pomegranate here.)

And we celebrated the birthday of a very special two-year-old with a crazy cake overflowing with animals. And sprinkles. (try to ignore that mess behind-the-scenes, please.)

Happy Monday, friends.

More soon…xo.

HEALTHY LIVING / LIVING WELL

When the going gets tough: letting go of perfect

I’ve decided that when making a commitment to better health, fitness, eating…the hard part isn’t starting. God knows in the past few years I’ve “started” many, many times. The hard part comes when you hit a bump in the road, when you lose some of your motivation, when you’re busy, when life gets chaotic. That’s when it gets hard because it tests whether you’re going to keep on going, or give up.

I feel like since late summer, early fall–I’ve been in the hard part. I’ve been trying to figure out where this time for myself–exercising, planning my meals (that are oftentimes different from my family’s meals), getting to the gym–fits in to a suddenly overwhelming family schedule. 

One of the first things to throw me off the rails is chaos and lack of a smooth, low-key schedule. (*cue maniacal laughter*). That’s pretty much my whole life right now. And I’ve discovered something about myself along the way–I struggle when I’m not doing this whole journey perfectly

And while that might sound like a wonderful thing, it can be really defeating when you mess up. There were days this summer where I wouldn’t ‘stick to the plan’ and so instead of going to the gym or checking in the with nutritionists who are helping me on this journey, I’d say to myself, “I can’t go in there until I’m back on track. Until everything is perfect again.” Turns out if you wait for ‘perfect’, it’s not going to happen. 

So I had to adopt a better attitude. Not sticking to it for a meal or a day or a moment, doesn’t screw up everything. Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater, for pete’s sake. 

The good news is, I’m back at it. I’m back on track and feeling good. (Could this possibly be why I’m writing about it again? I may be guilty.) The other good news is that even during this “bump”, I still never lost sight of the big goal. I knew what I was going through was a temporary re-adjustment but I still felt extremely committed to the long-term. And I still know this time it’s gonna work. I don’t want to lose what I’ve lost and worked so hard for. Apparently, I just had to climb this hill first.

As always, thanks to so many of you who have emailed, commented and lamented, and who have said, you’re in the trenches, too. Whatever the goal, I hope we all can help push and encourage each other along the way. 

More soon…xo.

family

From the weekend : food, family, rest

If I had to choose three words to describe my weekend, it would be food, family, and rest.

A full day of rain on Saturday was perfectly timed and I was secretly cheering at the gift of a day with no soccer games  (don’t tell my children). And this rainy Saturday conveniently hit when I was also knocked out with a two-day headache that just wouldn’t quit. To be able to go back to bed at nine o’clock in the morning, and then again in the late afternoon, nursing my headache and escaping crazy schedules and running around? It was a beautiful thing.

We ate dinner at Waffle Hill Farm Saturday night. One of my most favorite things. Brisket and potatoes. Apple cake and ice cream. New Zealand guests. Wine and candles. Orioles on in the background. Kids lost somewhere, playing in another room. I love to soak it all in. 

Sunday I stayed home from Mass to continue nursing my headache and my smallest sidekick stayed with me. Eventually, we made our way to the kitchen to tidy up breakfast dishes, put away magazines and school books and mail that had piled up on kitchen island during the week, and then made our way back to the sofa for morning news. 

The afternoon was spent grocery shopping, horseback riding, and a little Rick Steves-watching. All of us getting a serious case of wanderlust. 

Sunday night, we gathered together as a family again. A much needed time together before a family member begins chemotherapy this morning, the next step in his cancer recovery. It was good to be together. To do the normal things like Sunday hot dogs and laughter and groups of us scattered around the room telling stories and catching up. And then there were the special things in light of what’s ahead–the prayer before dinner, the hugs and the holding hands. 

Hope you all had a lovely weekend. Love your people. xo.