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My New Fitness Goals

While I mull over possible new work/art goals for the coming year, using my new word of the year “Focus” to guide me, I have taken other proactive steps to take care of my body betterment too. For a week plus, I have been using my new Christmas Fitbit to track my movements and exercise. And yesterday I resigned up with Weight Watchers for three months. The difference in my attitude, I believe I can improve my body fitness.

My husband and I both lost weight on their program a couple years ago. But between living and Christmas, I regained the ten pounds. Happily, before Christmas I decided to only wear clothing that was comfortable and stylish. I bought enough pieces to rotate, and I let go of my daily body hatred. What a difference not to be mean to myself daily. And through the holidays, I knew that I had the intention of rejoining the Weight Watchers program so I trusted this was not always the way I would be.

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“In Process” means that you get to give yourself credit even though you haven’t reached your ultimate goal yet. Results in the making are something to be proud of. You can’t birth a baby or a book in a day but people are always wishing you luck when you’re gestating. Because life takes work, it is a process.

So in three months time I hope to be twelve pounds lighter, extremely proud of myself, and truly letting go of wardrobe pieces that don’t fit me stylistically. We’ll see what April 10th brings but I’m sure you’ll know sooner.

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In the Process : No Worry, Scurry, or Hurry

Beyond the lovey afterglow of our holiday happenings, what I’m enjoying the most is the lack of worrying about pretty much everything. I used to run on my anxiety. I’d wake in the morning and consider all the ways in which I’d already failed. But my new medication has got me waking up to see what the day will bring. And that is a good thing.

No more hurry, scurry, and worry. Just be in the process.

I used to make lists at the end of the day of all that I did just to give myself credit for my work. Now I approach the day with the attitude of whatever I get done gets done. I’m not as concerned about what needs doing as long as I’m engaged in doing it. And this reminded me of the concept that it is never about the results but always about the process. Because life itself is a process. Yes, if you keep going, eventually you will reach the completion of a task. But the gratifying part is the work. As soon as you finish reading a book,your are sad because there is no more.

I dragged the crunchy Christmas tree outside and stripped it of it’s lights today. And I plucked the little electric Christmas candles from our windows. I dragged my slothlike body back to the YMCA and burned 300 calories on the elliptical. And spent some time prepping salad mix for the upcoming week of salads I will be eating. All without a thought as to how incompetent or fat I am today. All without speeding here or there or angsting over what I can’t do today.

When I get my daughter off the bus, that will prove the more trying part of my day. The rush of changing to go back to ballet tonight. But tomorrow, a sweet silent day to wile away as I please focusing on anything that I deem most important at the moment. No worry, no scurry, no hurry on Shalavee.com

When I get my daughter off the bus, that will prove the more trying part of my day. The rush of changing to go back to ballet tonight. But tomorrow, a sweet silent day to while away as I please focusing on anything that I deem most important at the moment. No worry, no scurry, no hurry.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

The Minutia of Christmas

( From December 2014 and last year, I adore this look back ) The sound was a thwap and a roll, hollow plastic bouncing and traveling across the floor. My new Christmas tree balls were this moment’s entertainment. The “ball balls” were being extracted from their big clear box and thrown while I hurried to put my laundry away. Although that’s exactly why I bought those, I underestimated the little monkey’s reasoning skills.let the ball-a-thon begin on Shalavee.com

Every day is jam-packed with holiday fun.

Not unlike any other day in my life, I’ve been cramming the carrying out of Christmas details into the tiny time slots when I’m kid free. I got started early! Then stalled. And then the holiday started to close in on me and every other person in the free First world.

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No one to impress but me, I knew I had time. But the tree had been lit and yet naked for a week. On the heels of the Christmas ball shot put incident, the unearthing of ribbon and tinsel garland set off a playing frenzy with Fiona dragging the garland around screaming “Mine, Mine” while the cat chased and pounced on the end. I’m not accustomed to the toddler mayhem yet. I like my holiday decorating to be quiet thinking time for me. Ha!garland and kitty games on Shalavee.com

Today was cookie making day as well. My son and husband conceived that cookies would be Eamon’s offering to the school class party. I apparently was no where around for this important strategy tete a tete because I am no cookie baker. And alas, Pilsbury’s Sugar cookies with embedded Christmas tree designs that you just cut and bake were all gone from the grocery store’s refrigerated section. So I talked myself up into helping Eamon make chocolate chip and sugar cookies. From scratch.

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I hate baking because I’m a cook. Exact measurements? And a toddler who refused to eat her dinner and is now milling around your feet and now falling off the step stool knocking sprinkles everywhere? Call them disaster cookies. choc chip cookies on Shalavee.com

I was feeling generally hostile and irritated and pulled out just enough patience to have Eamon do most of the work. And yes, for her sake and mine, I sent Fiona out to Dada who was doing train garden setting up.

I enjoy my domesticity straight up. I am good with all the ten million details of Christmas but I just want to do them alone. No I don’t want to ever bake cookies with the kids again unless they are well-behaved young adults. No they won’t ever be decorating my Christmas tree unless they’ve proven to have tree decorating abilities. And yes, I will totally take advantage of their cute art project creations to make gifts for people at Christmas and cash in on their one absolute contribution. Creative mindless fun. The rest of Christmas is serious business and better left to the professionals. Christmas cookies from Shalavee.com

Merry Christmas to all you perfectionistic special event planners and decorators otherwise known as moms across the world. You’ve given enough. Take a seat and enjoy the event because it’ll be over in a blink.

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Navigating the World’s Shoulds

So many shoulds coming at us daily. Other people’s recipes for our lives flooding our heads. The shoulds of womanhood, motherhood, parenthood, successful people, healthy people, and intelligent people. Of good daughters and good citizens and good Christians.

Oh you know what the shoulds sound like. I should have a clean house, a balanced diet, and spiritual practice. I should have polite children, a health insurance plan, and an IRA account. Everywhere I turn, there is some spoken, or unspoken rule that tells me what I should be, say, and know. And I find it exhausting.Navigating the World's Shoulds on Shalavee.com

As former small people, we have a hard time doing what we are told we should do, even when the should comes from ourselves. So there we are with our own laundry list of shoulds and then we get the world adding to it. We should be skinny, we should be saving, and we should be up on current events.

But in the end, what we truly think is what matters. Do we trust ourselves to say, “No thank you, I don’t need to worry about being skinnier with the holidays coming up.” Or, “No thank you, I don’t care to worry about decorating the outside of my house when I need to clean the kitchen floor today.” It’s always our choice to decide what matters to us.Navigating the World's Shoulds on Shalavee.com

We get to throw out the shoulds that do not serve us and listen hard to the coulds that are in or hearts. We really should go see that movie before it leaves the theater but we feel like staying home and watching a movie on our own couch instead. Or, we really should finish reading the library book due tomorrow but instead we feel like cooking brownies with our kids.

What shoulds are you holding on to that you may be able to let go of for the holiday season? If you must, schedule your number one in your calendar and then gift yourself with a schedule of coulds instead.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Hail to the Hearth Keepers

Our home fires are both necessary and symbolic. Religious mythology include kitchen hearths and their keepers because the hearth is the place where life and family begins and ends. Heat and life begin within the womb and warmth of the family. And I have always known that my job is to tend that warm place.hail to the hearth keepers on Shalavee.com

I love making fires. I saw an Indian gentleman show the true way to make fire out of forest fodder and I swore I would do that too. What a skill to have. And then I had Fiona instead. She is our “fuego rojo”, a fiery red-headed daughter.

Although our actual fireplaces were long ago rendered obsolete, we bought a gas insert for our living room hearth 15 year ago. I tend that fireplace with a once a year blow out of the dust from the pilot light and relight it to begin our fall season.hail to the hearth keepers on Shalavee.com

My truest joy is how my kids enjoy huddling next to it on the cold days. They ask to light it before school. And pull pillows up to warm themselves. That is the memory I want for them of their home life here. That coziness and kept feeling of home. If they take that with them then I have done my job as the hearth keeper.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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