Friday, March 16, 2012

Louisiana Day 30



So I have been in Louisiana for a total of 30 days.  Granted the first night was spend in a hotel several hours north of our new post.  This also clearly means the second day was spent driving to our new home.  It was hard to take in a lot of the surrounding on that first day as we each were driving and trying not to get lost.  I'll admit I was half hoping to see and Alligator Crossing sign which might not really exist but in my mind Louisiana would be a proper place for it. 


I am glad to say that I am enjoying this new place.  It is nice to finally have a PX and Commissary.  Two things we didn't have at our last location.  The mom and pop shops have taken over meaning there are very few chain stores or restaurants around here.  That can be a double edge sword many time.  However a quick, by quick I mean an hour drive, to one of the two big towns and you can find just about anything you need.  That is except forever 21, Ulta, and Sephora.  That was a huge hit for me because we had those all within driving distance at our last location.  Oh well.  I guess you take the good with the bad. 

The puppies are adjusting.  Duke is doing far better than Coco.  They both are still a bit on edge with the new sounds of living in a pretty active development.  Car doors, door bells, and the garbage man is enough to send both dogs barking at the door thinking someone is trying to break in.  It wouldn't be so bad it they could at least distinguish real sounds from the from the sounds on the t.v. 

Coco is having the hardest adjustment to this new place.  We are attempting to give them more freedom here.  Allowing them to roam freely around the house 24/7 and even leaving them out of the crate while we take quick trips to the store.  This worked beautifully before the furniture came and even a couple of time after that. Recently though Coco has been digging through the bathroom garbage cans looking for empty toilet paper tubs and shredding them.  It's a minor complaint but I am afraid it is slowly getting worse.  Last time we left them out Coco started shredding the flap of moving box we had started to unpack.  Then a few days ago Hunter left a brand new roll of toilet paper on the edge of the tub and Coco helped herself right to it.  These are minor things I know.  It's not like she is suddenly chewing furniture or chomping on the molding.  I guess I am just afraid to come home one day and find our clothes or shoes tore up.  We are at a loss for what to do with her.  We have modified the environment (ie putting trash cans under the sinks, removing excess boxes, etc) in hope that it would stop.  We have even gone back to putting a gate up at night so they are confined to our bedroom. Any ideas on what I can do?  I am at a loss here people.

On a happier note we are having a blast hanging out with Mrs K and her wonderful family.  She got everyone together (even the puppies) for our first Crawfish Boil.  Its was incredibly yummy! 


We are hoping to be able to do our own when Hunter's family comes down to visit.  I also am trying to cook more Cajun and Creole foods in an effort to get better at cooking in general.  I think I might need to hit up the library here soon for some cookbooks to help me with this. 

So far, so good when it comes to life in Louisiana. 

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

It's at the bottom of the pile


I find myself consistently looking for motivation to workout.  I know that for my health being fit is something that I know is important.  Something I should make more of a priority in my life.  However I find myself every morning waking up early to work out and instead I meander around, do whatever dishes are left over, or even fold socks just to put off working out that much longer.  While it is great that the house is together and tasks that need to get done are being completed, it puts me no closer to working out at 7AM like I set out to do every morning.

I called my dad of all people to ask for advice on staying motivated.  Strange I know, most women call their moms for advice, well I call my dad.  He gets me better.  I told him that I started working out and I lacked the drive to continue.  The endorphins just didn't seem to motivate me enough to want to jump back into it the next day like they used to.  His advice...  "keep at it and you will get back what you once had if you want it bad enough."

Problem is I don't know if I truly want it bad enough.  I drag myself out of bed every morning and eventually workout.  I push myself almost as hard as I can throughout the workout but its half-hearted.  The way I am looking at it is that at least I am doing something.  Which is more than I was doing.  I have never regretted working out even if I hated every second of it, but I have always regretted it when I skipped a day.  I don't want all the previous workouts to be for nothing.

Each morning I plug along hoping this is the day that I finally find my motivation.  It appeared it was lost at the bottom of a pile of laundry.  An excessively large pile of old clothes that smelled a bit musty after residing in the back of my closet or in bags on the shelf above because they didn't fit.  They still don't.  I hope they will thought by the end of summer.  ...At least some of them anyway.

Weeded through them.  Sorting the pants in to pile by size and style which was relatively simple.  Hunter however looked over and saw that I had far to many pants that didn't fit and told me to cut them down in half.  I will admit that was much harder to do than I had imaged but he was right after all.  There is just not enough room to keep everything especially when they didn't fit. 

Shirts were next.  A much easier task for me since I thought.  None of them obviously fit me the way the are meant to but I again sorted by style and size.  Then came the trying on portion of this little endeavor.  I tried on a few dress shirts that despite how much weight I lost would simply not even come close to covering my chest.  They clearly have to go.  Others were obviously attainable.  Then there was the pile of maybes.  A few more expensive items like my J. Crew clothing that seemed to throw me into panic mode at the thought of having to get rid of them. 

I will admit I am not sure if I can fit back into them way I once did but dang it I am going to try.  It was there folks that I found part of my motivation.  There in that relatively small pile J. Crew clothes I bought myself as a Graduation present.  It holds the start in finding my motivation again.  Finding the drive to workout that I once had.  It's tiny but it's there.  The little things will hopefully carry me through.