Feel the burn!

I very rarely make a new year's resolution and follow through with it. I can't even tell you what my resolution for 2007 was. However, good health seems to be a popular choice with most so I'm sure at one point in time, I chose that.

I've been battling eating right, exercising and being consistent. The exercising thing is a real pain in the ass for me as I don't have a lot of motivation. I tried diets. I tried fad eating trends. I even tried a free online program that works really well if you stick with it. . . . they have a great network of people going through the same thing so that helps.

Not too long ago, I told a friend of mine that if I had someone to motivate me into working out on a regular basis, that I could probably do it. She agreed too and we both shared ideas on how to do that. She has a membership to the YMCA as well as a coworker of hers. We decided that we would take a class twice a week and work out one other day a week. So far it's worked out really well. So much that last night I signed up for a membership and have a backpack packed in my trunk so that I can swing by there on my way home. We also have another friend who we asked to take the class with us and now she is thinking about getting a membership too. I at least have a few people that I can ask to go with me until I meet people there.

Now that I have some consistency in my exercise, eating is next. I have an issue with portions and then there's the almighty drink. I cannot give up my daily beer consumption. It's my release at the end of a good day. It's my release at the end of a crappy day. It's my reward for something great happening. It's my security blanket when hubby pisses me off. It's also making me fat. I thought that if I substituted light beer for regular beer that would help. I think it has but the ultimate "help" would be to cut back to just drinking on the weekends.

I never remember having to work this hard when I was younger when it came to staying in shape. . . . .this sucks. At least I have the winter to work off the "baby fat" before I get on the boat.

Back from the dead. . .

Well, I've made it back. I've dove so far into work and family that I have barely had time for myself. Correction, I have not MADE time for myself.

I used to always do stuff to make myself happy like going out or shopping. . . .now I'm finding my happiness in a job well done at work and coming home and being involved in my family. I know that sounds corny.

My son went away for Thanksgiving with the in-laws. It was a nice, quiet, extended weekend for the hubby and me. I'm ready for him to come home though. . . I miss him getting into everything and going through our daily routine. Apparently he had a blast and when I called my MIL, I could hear him singing "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" in the back seat. It was so cute!

I went to my parents house for Thanksgiving dinner. It was fine until my daughter and mother started picking at each other. It was super annoying. Three different times, I had to bite my tongue because they were both getting under my skin. My mother is a grown woman. Why does she feel the need to argue over minuscule crap with a 16 year old? I just don't get it. Sitting back and watching from a distance, I know why my mother does what she does. She is a control freak and likes to push buttons. She likes to watch chaos and turmoil take place at her command. It's disgusting. Being an adult now, it just annoys me that she's still that way and will never change. It's nice to be able to leave that situation and not have to deal with it anymore. I can limit how much or how little exposure I have with that woman. I just wish my daughter would want to leave there so that she could be at peace more. Right now, she is so unhappy with her living arrangements and I can understand why. . . .