Clare's Chaotic Cacophony

This is my little piece of cyberspace where I chronicle events in my life. Where I can vent, or dream, or wax poetic… Grab a heavily alcoholic beverage and join me, if you will.

Here’s to New Beginnings…

If I had a dollar for every time I’ve neglected then “rechristened” my blog and started fresh…well I wouldn’t be a rich woman but I would have more cash than I do at present. I’m not sure why this is. It’s chronic though. I was a miserable journal/diary keeper growing up as well. Maybe it’s in my genetic code. Is there a “crummy journal/diary/blog keeper” gene? If not, I’m naming it after myself and that will be my contribution to science. Anyhoo, I’m coming back to my poor neglected blog after months of abandon, once again looking to start anew.

So what has changed in Clare’s Chaotic little portion of the world? Well…a lot. Summer came and went, much to my kids’ chagrin. Or all of my kids but one. Little Erik started Kindergarten this year and could not have been more excited. He’s kept that precious enthusiasm through all seven weeks he’s completed. In fact, he even tries to work ahead in his workbooks. Perhaps I finally have an enthusiastic scholar on my hands. Or the workload could increase next year and he gets tired of it after all. I’d prefer to look at the glass as half full though. This school year has brought other good things as well. Activities with the local homeschool group started up again, for example. The kids get to run some energy off, make tons of friends, and I get some conversation out of the deal too. šŸ˜‰ Our new church has a moms group that meets for park dates and activities as well. These meetings bring extra special joy to my heart. There are some truly stellar women at my parish. I always feel like I can learn from them, whether it be faith, mothering, or just chit-chat.

Outside of school, we’ve seen Sean rise to High Green belt status at his studio and Aidan finish his Summer basketball season. We’ve also had several birthdays including my biggest boy turning TEN and my baby Jedi turning one year old. I know I ask this a lot but …where has the time gone? Seriously? How do I have a ten year old child? And my baby buddy is weaned, babbling, running everywhere and following his big brothers around. (He’s still my little snugglebug though.)

No update would be complete without mention of my fitness/weight loss quests. After all, this has always been somewhat of a central point in my blogs. I went a little over two months with the Revolt program and had to change. Did it work? Yes. Could I stick with it long term? No. There were some major perks to the program and some drawbacks as well. Some of the drawbacks were more my fault than Revolt’s but it is what it is. In the end, trying to workout at home became a chore. Plus graceless klutz that I am, I kept injuring myself. I threw out my knee a few times and finally pulled something in my foot that made walking very painful. That last one effectively put the kibosh on the workouts. It took a very long time to heal. The food was excellent, it really was. However, eating the exact same thing every day grew tiresome. Plus Saturdays around here are busy, so doing major shopping and then preparing a week’s worth of food the same afternoon lost it’s luster pretty quick. Now there are women who do make it work and their results are amazing. It just wasn’t a good fit here. I did, however, come away with a lot of wonderful fitness knowledge. Revolt introduced me to the concept of eating clean. It opened my mind to new ingredients and portion sizes and the beauty of drinking more than half my body weight in water every day. It showed me that I love working with weights and that exercising can be exhilarating. I am thankful to Revolt and Nichole for that, I really am.

So where does this leave me? Well I picked back up with Weight Watchers while my foot healed and lost a few pounds. I backslid again into the land of donuts and burgers and gained a few pounds back. Then my beautiful baby sister got engaged and asked me to be her matron of honor. Amidst all the excitement I knew I had to get back on the horse. I would not buy a bridesmaid dress in a plus or “extra-large” size. So I started watching what I was eating more closely. Then I found out that the company Christmas party is going to be black tie. Holy schnikes. I’m going to need a beautiful formal gown and my ass is still a mile wide. I started eating clean and stopped picking at things I made for the kids cold turkey. Then I did the best thing yet. I joined a gym again. I even bit the bullet and bought some personal training sessions. I figured I need some in-your-face personalized help. Obviously I don’t do spectacularly on my own. My trainer promised me that this will work and I will see results. She set me up with a meal plan and showed me how to supplement at the gym between our sessions. She kept me moving. At the gym, the baby never climbs on me, the kids never interrupt me, and I can blast my music as loud as I want without having to worry about hearing something (or someone) break. If I have any questions, there’s always someone to help. And…I lost 1.5 pounds in three days. Bring it.

So here’s to new beginnings. Here’s to rocking formal gowns or even jeans with confidence. Here’s to the fledgling school year. Here’s to starting fresh in my blog…yet again. May they all be successful.



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