Love and Independence Day

February is upon us. Chocolate candies and red hearts are filling store shelves. Roses, and cupids and everything lovely is just a week away.

Valentine’s Day is a favorite to some, and to others – a day of…well, not love.
However you feel about the day – it’s a nice reminder to reflect on the things in life that make our hearts beat with excitement. Things that fill us with joy, or that give us something to look forward too.

For me, February is a month full of things that have significance in my life.

11 years ago, on February 5th 2005, my grandmother passed away after a long battle with Alzheimer’s. My grandmother was a truly amazing woman, with a heart of gold and a knack for making everyone in the family feel like her favorite. She taught me so much, and ultimately helped in making me the person I am today. I miss her every day, and losing her still brings tears to my eyes. I feel like the luckiest person in the world for being her granddaughter, and for being a part of the family she helped create.

5 years ago, on 2/6/2011, I ran my my very first official 5k. It is a day I will forever hold close to my heart. One that feels with me with complete joy, and one that changed my life in the most amazing way. Since then, I’ve run 69 other races. Everything from 5ks to half marathons, color runs, mud runs, and more. Every medal or t-shirt I received brings a flood of memories of that particular race. Every mile run, every step taken – was a blessing.

6 years ago, on February 7th 2010, I woke up after celebrating with close friends and family…I asked, “Now what?” As the day marked my personal Independence Day. I was finally, officially, and legally a divorced woman. It changed my world in the greatest way possible. I learned how to live, and love life all over again. I was truly given a second chance at life, and I couldn’t be more grateful for every moment since.

Just last year, on 2/14/15, I spent my very first Valentine’s Day with my boyfriend. For the first time in a long time, I got to spend the “day of love” with someone who truly makes me feel loved, and it was the best.

On Tuesday I go to the physical therapist to discuss my ankle, and a recovery plan. I’m hoping it’s the start of another new beginning for me.   

Happy February Lovelies. ❀

One Week Down, a Lifetime To Go.

It’s been a week since my last weigh in.

A long week.

An exhausting week.

But a week that was worth every ounce of effort I put into myself.

By now, my readers are well versed in the fact that my 2016 plans are basically to revamp my physical, and emotional well being.

By the end of 2015 I was inching closer and closer to hitting rock bottom when it came to my binge eating disorder. I decided to take steps to turn it around before I did, because I’ve been there before and didn’t want to be there again.

Mentally binge eating takes over your entire thought process, it’s exhausting and I found myself completely drained at the end of each day. And yet, I was unable to sleep because of everything that was on my mind in relation to food and the path I was on. It all tied together.

The week started out rough, but with each passing day it got a little easier. By Saturday my constant and unrelenting cravings for sugars had subsided, which is a huge relief – truth be told.

On Saturday evening we had plans to go to dinner with my parents and my sister and brother in law. This was my first venture to a restaurant all week, and it was a little scary. Finding healthy foods at most restaurants these days often takes a little creativity and modifications of the menu items. Plus, at restaurants I tend to tell myself it’s a “treat” and that I can splurge. Which leads to me just ordering what the hell I want, which can be bad.

I looked up last nights menu online prior to going out. Most everything on the menu was deep fried or covered in heavy sauces. Although most of it sounded delicious and decadent – it didn’t look or sound healthy at all. So I pre-planned to get either the baked salmon or roasted chicken.

My sister and her husband ended up being really late to dinner, so by the time we ate all of us were starving. That’s usually recipe for disaster… But I stuck to my guns and ended up with the roasted chicken. It felt like a victory!

I will weigh in at Weight Watchers in a few hours, but I’ve already weighed at home. My scale is a medical grade scale and is extremely accurate. Plus, weighing without clothes gives me the feeling of a truer body weight. And that’s not something I can do at Weight Watchers…unless I want the police to visit our meeting.

Last Sunday morning I weighed in at 180.2.

Today I weighed in at 174.8

I was happy and a bit shocked to see the change in numbers. But more than that, I was proud of my non-scale victories this week.

I made healthier and smarter food choices.

I tried different things such as meditation, instead of running to food as a coping mechanism. (Which by the way, is one of the skills I learned in my previous classes to overcome this.)

I tried adding in exercise this week. Even if it was one time, it’s better than nothing.

I pre-planned my meals and still enjoyed going out with my family.

All of that came to mind when I saw the number on my scale.

So, here’s to the continued journey.

Not Running Disney

Good Morning and happy Sunday lovelies! I hope you’re having a good day. Mine is just starting. It’s 7am on a rainy Sunday and the rest of the house is fast asleep…as is the sun. The only thing I can hear is the little frogs that live in my neighborhood. It’s become one of my favorite sounds living out here! 🐸

I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to get up and blog a bit, then read a little. My friends and I are trying to bring back our book club, so our first attempt book is The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah. I’ve always struggled with reading due to my ADD/ADHD…and now is no different. But, I am once again working on my focus – and this helps with that. I’ve made it to page 40 (out 440) and I’m proud of it! 


Anywho… The main point of this post is to chat about the the race I’m missing this weekend. Run Disney’s Star Wars Half Marathon Weekend is in full effect and today the half marathon is already in progress. I was supposed to be a part of that race. Honestly I never even looked up my bib # or anything because I knew I couldn’t go. Unfortunately, even trying to walk that distance (19.3 miles in total) is just too much right now.

I’ve told myself over and over that it’s okay to miss this…

And yet I still feel sad about it. And frankly, that’s okay too.

Instead of lining up with thousands of other happy runners yesterday (for the 10K I missed) I lined up here…


Yep. I got to hang out in a (loud) tube for about an hour as it meticulously mapped out and scanned my foot. As I laid there – I just prayed…and thanked God that I am fortunate enough to have a job that provides me with health coverage…with whom I have a doctor that generally cares about me and my running…and of course my foot.

I thought about the people that might have issues like mine, that don’t or can’t get treatment – and how painful it must be for them.

I thought about a lot more…as I had an hour that I couldn’t move any muscle, except for maybe my thought muscle…(aka: brain.)

I came to a conclusion after my hour was up.

Posterior Tibialis Tendon Dysfunction Effing Sucks.

But…I am lucky.

This happened due to my body mechanics. It was bound to happen because I am flat footed and it runs in my family (which…I didn’t know until recently.)

So if it had to happen, I’m glad it happened now. While I’m young enough (and able bodied)  to recover from any treatments that may lay before me.

As mentioned, I am fortunate to have caring doctors and health coverage to properly take care of this problem. 

I am fortunate enough that I spent 5 years of my life running, making memories, and crossing finish lines with some of the best people in the world.

I am also fortunate enough that even if I never run again, there is a plethora of other sports and activities that I am able to try.

So, with every race or run that I miss while I’m working to repair my foot – I plan to just smile and say, “I was able to do that, and it’s one of the greatest things I’ve ever done…but there’s more to explore!”

And I’m still holding out hope that running will still be a part of my life after all of this is done.

Have a blessed Sunday. ❀ 

Letting Go.

Here we are mid week, I hope your week is going well πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘
My week is okay for the most part. I’ve been working really hard on my 2016 goals!

Here’s a few highlights (and even low lights!)

I’ve decided to stick with my Weight Watchers plan, because they are focusing on mindfulness which is something I need. Plus, I do agree with their overall goal – it’s just going to take some time for me to get there.
Yesterday I did really well with my food all day (…until dinner time.) I was super proud of myself for making such great improvements from just the day before!

Let me give you an example: Monday’s breakfast was 1 egg with 1 Oikos Greek yogurt…with my coffee and creamer it totalled 10 Smart Points. When you only get 30 a day – it was quite a disappointment. But I tried to take it in stride. Unfortunately, by dinner time I was well over my daily points for Monday and ended up dipping into my weekly points.

So on Tuesday, I tried to make better choices in the hopes that I would get a handle on this new system. So for 10 Smart Points I whipped up a breakfast consisting of: 1 Thomas Double Protein English Muffin, 1 egg, 2 slices of black forest ham, 1 light and fit greek yogurt, a banana and my coffee.

Pretty crazy isn’t it? The regular oikos Greek yogurt was 7 Smart Points, basically because it has a lot of sugars in it. The low fat version is only 2 puts, because the sugars are cut way down.
Also, Tuesday’s breakfast was much more protein packed and it helped me feel fuller longer.

So Tuesday started great, and I was so proud of myself! At dinner time I made zucchini noodles with a bit of sausage that I had in the fridge. Except I didn’t check the value before I ate it – and the sausage ended up being 16 points alone! This caused me to go way over my daily point allowance, and I just felt… cheated.

It caused me to get (h)angry. And my inner critic went nuts! I was so hard on myself for “making such a stupid mistake” and all I could think about was going to eat all the foods I was craving because “I already messed up anyways.” I mean… a bag (or two) of gummy bears could make the anger subside….right???


The anger just ravaged it’s way though my mind. In normal circumstances, I would go to food for comfort…as mentioned. But yesterday I would not let myself fall into that trap. One side of me got even more upset about my decision to not binge eat.

How could I do such a thing! I was practically starving myself which is a form of torture!!

The other side of me kept repeating that I made one tiny mistake on one meal, and it was okay. I told myself that this was a learning curve, and I will be back on track at my next meal. I told myself not to be hard on myself because this is going to take some time to adjust too.

I won’t type out what the other side said on response to that… ‘Cause the other side is a bitch anyways.

The realization that this is me against myself – set in.

I told myself that this inner battle is one I will win…and then I went to bed.

Today I woke up mentally exhausted from my all out battle the night before.

When my alarm went off this morning, I didn’t want to think about, or give power to the events from night before. I did have some stresses during my day that caused me to feel more frustration, but again I didn’t want it to sway my decisions or my day. It didn’t seem to fit in with my whole “stay in the moment thing,” if I stayed focus on the past events.

I needed relief, so instead of working more overtime, I chose to do a Nike Training club workout. I am still confined to the boot. But I do have permission to wear the Ritchie brace for 1-2 hours a day. I chose a 30 minute strength work out and modified a few of the exercises to limit the time I spent on my foot. Surprisingly, I did some squats and lunges and was happy that the brace keeps my foot inline so much so, that I had absolutely no pain in doing them. This is completely different from before!!! And it made me feel a bit of hope!

During my workout, I sweated, I was out of breath, I said multiple cuss words. I really pushed myself as much as I felt I could. I was doing the beginning workouts again, and it was challenging and hard… But at the same time, it was the best part of my day. It felt familiar and the sweat and increased heart rate was comforting. Also, I was so surprised that I was still able to do certain things! I’ve done so little the last few months I was certain I wouldn’t be able to do much today without dying. But my body hadn’t forgotten – it knew what to do!!!

Also… I look pretty amazing in that pic – Hahahahahahaha!! It’s hilarious.

After I finished I decided to try a guided meditation, which I found on you tube.
It was short, but it was perfect to start with.

The video I chose actually had a bigger impact on me then I could think possible. It was a bit emotional, but overall I enjoyed the experience and plan to continue with it!

I did the work out at home because lately just thinking about going to the gym has caused me to feel overwhelmed, and has caused a few panic attacks. I’m not sure why this is happening, but I decided today that I would chose to do something, instead of doing nothing. In that, it had to be something that I deemed safe. Working out at home, I was alone and it felt like it was total “me” time. It felt like another victory!

This coming weekend is the Run Disney Star Wars weekend. I’m registered due to my 2015 deferral. But I have chosen to not go. I can’t run any of it. And paying even more money to pick up my shirts, just doesn’t seem logical. I’ve been thinking about and stressing over this for weeks. I’m sad that I can’t participate, and frustrated at the same time. This hasn’t helped me…

So…I’m letting it go.

There will (hopefully) be other chances to Run Disney…and if not, well I have a ton of awesome memories from all the times I was able to participate.

I ordered a bracelet from Etsy that I have been wearing. It’s a tiny, visual, reminder to stay in the moment. On the inside it says “be here now” I also ordered one that says “eat clean, drink water, train hard”

These are the what 2016 will be for me.

Well, good night!

Boots and Blues.

One of my goals in 2016 is too really change my outlook on things. I tend to lean towards the negative and it sways my whole vibe.

So yesterday when I headed over to my podiatrists office for my follow up, I was thinking happy thoughts. Just the day before I walk/jogged my way to the library, and it was pretty much the best 33 minutes of my day! Or even my week! I couldn’t wait to tell my doctor how well it went!

I was sitting in the chair telling him my story, and he has pushing on my foot, and having me push it different ways and flex it and all that jazz.

Although things have improved since my last appointment, it still hurt, and the swelling around the tendon was not something we could ignore.

And then…the truth and reality spilled from my doctors mouth like a word waterfall. My posterior tibialis tendon is still too swollen, so it is too soon to switch to the Ritchie brace. I have to go back to the walking boot for a while longer.

He also ordered another MRI, because we need to see if the tendon is still torn, getting worse, or staying the same. Once we can see what’s going on in there, we can decide if or when…surgery will be done.

I was calm in the office, and expressed that after dealing with this for almost a year and a half now, I realized that this was probably the best option…even if it meant I would never run again.

The problem in my foot/tendon doesn’t just affect my running, it hampers my daily life.

But, by the time I went to bed I had a much harder time being positive or logical about this. I googled the surgery and read about people experiences with it, and was overcome with fear and worry. I stayed awake most of the night, unable to use any of my mindfulness techniques to calm my thought process down. 

After no sleep, I had to take my cat back to the vet this morning for more extensive testing. Of course the fragility of my emotional state got the best of me, and I broke down on the way home.

I’m trying to turn my thoughts around, which is a process in itself. But, the plus side is, that it’s Saturday and I have the rest of the day to do that without distractions.

I hope you enjoy your Saturday.

New Year, New Adventures.

Well. It’s only the 7th, with means my blogging break was a short one. Honestly the only reason I’ve opted to post anything is so that I could keep myself occupied and away from the kitchen. 

Over the past week, I reflected heavily on my goals for 2016, which means it’s been a week full of trial and error. But it’s only been a week, so I’m cutting myself some major slack, because the changes I want to make, aren’t going to happen overnight!

One thing I do need to make a quick change to, is my gym/fitness routine…

Because lately, it’s been non-existent! Part of that was due to doctors orders. The other part is that I let it get the best of me, and just kind of got super lazy.

My motivation totally checked out.

Add to that, this last week I’ve worked excessive amounts of overtime. From morning till night I was stuck behind a desk for the past 3 days. Today…I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I needed to move, and to see daylight. I decided to put on my new Ritchie Brace, and head outside. I took a quick 2 mile walk/jog to my local library.
The brace is pretty hardcore and very unforgiving, so it’s definitely taking some getting used too. I can’t wear it for more than an hour or two at a time, because it corrects my foot so much, that it’s actually painful.

I set my Garmin to 30 second run/3 minute walk intervals, and headed out.

It’s been rainy here in Cali (hallelujah!) This week, but not today, it was just cold. The fresh, chilly air did me some good. And also reminded my asthmatic lungs that I’m hella out of shape!

Oh well…

The whole trip took 33 minutes and that includes picking up my library book, and checking it out. It made me think that small trips to the library or near by post office are excellent reason for me to go for a mid day walk instead of driving the 2 miles.

What I didn’t plan so well, was getting home, only to find that I hadn’t yet switched out my old house key to my new one on my spare key ring…

I totally got locked out! I managed to get inside, but it took about 30 extra minutes. So I enjoyed the sounds of the birds chirping, and the frogs…ribbit-ing in the interim. 🐸
I considered it to be part of my mindfulness goal.

I think my biggest hurdle today was just getting myself out of the house. So my two short miles felt like a huge accomplishment. That, coupled with the fact that I was even able to go that far in my new brace just made the whole thing that much more awesome.

I have no idea how tomorrow will pan out, but I will cross that bridge when it comes.

Until then, good night!

It’s January 1st.

I actually wrote this post prior to the date, because I wanted to take a short blogging and general social media break.

Thank goodness for the option to set the time/date for future posts. 😁

I hope that you had a safe new year’s eve, and are enjoying the beauty that is a new day!

I typically don’t make resolutions, instead I think of goals that I’d like to set for the new year.

This year, I’ve decided to call it whatever. A goal, a resolution, a decision…

With all the changes that happened in 2015, one thing really resonated with me. With every change, I stressed. I made it through each change, and instead of focusing on the good that came from those changes, I stressed over them. That funneled into triggers that helped spur anxiety, depression, and ultimately – binge eating.

Obviously this has weighed heavily on my mind and I’ve been thinking about things for a while now.

If I break it down simply, last year I ran a few races, I upgraded my credentials, I got a promotion at work, I moved into a beautiful home with an amazing man.

It’s when I (and I really want to put emphasis on the I – it’s me!) focus on the wrong aspect of it, that I stress out.

An example of that would be, moving. Instead of focusing on the blessing of a new, beautiful home in a safe neighborhood, with a great man…I keep focusing on how it’s not “home.” Defining home in this case is basically – I’m not in the comfort of what I know. I’m not in the same neighborhood I’ve been in for 35 years. I’m not as close to family and friends. Basically – it’s just different and that causes chaos. 

The logical side of me…is kind of laughing at this…I mean it’s actually kind of silly. My other…not-so-logical side, is all up in arms that my logical side finds this travesty funny.

I’ve really just felt like, if life (and especially life in my head…) was simpler – everything would just be easier.

So that’s what I’m going to focus on this year. Everything can be simple, really.

Food. Food can be simple. Am I hungry? Yes or no? Yes, eat. No, don’t eat. Seems easy.

Relationships, and in this I mean all personal relationships, friends and family included. Do they bring me joy? Yes? Keep them. No? Walk away.

Running. Can I do it? It is possible, with time and healing. So I simply just focus on getting better. In the mean time, the things I do to get better will be my fitness. Because when I break it down, this is only temporary.

Life is temporary, so there isn’t enough time to be unhappy, stressed, or ungrateful for the days we are given.

2016 is the year that I want to just simply live, by living simply. So that’s what my focus will be…

I sincerely wish all of my readers and fellow bloggers a wonderful, healthy, fun and fulfilled 2016. I hope you join me on the journey that this will bring.




Food Confessions.

Howdy bloggers and readers – how’s your Wednesday going?

I’m on my lunch break and am hoping the day flies by. After today I have a 4 day weekend.

I’ve had something WEIGHING heavy on my mind lately…

And it’s my weight.

Don’t get too up in arms about that statement.

In detail, my weight is actually not as high as its ever been. But, it’s not a healthy weight when it comes down to BMI and more importantly, how I feel. Physically, the added pounds are causing more pain in my joints and lower back. Clothes don’t fit well, and it’s uncomfortable. Also, just walking up and down my stairs – I’m out of breath. Ailments such as heartburn and gastrointestinal issues are returning. Recent photos of myself make me cringe. I no longer see a strong and healthy athlete…I just see someone who is struggling and unhappy…and in physical pain. 

And even more so – it’s why my weight is steadily increasing, or failing to decrease.

I don’t talk about my Binge Eating (BE) too often. And when I do, I never fully confess to my dietary sins.

But today, I felt like spilling the proverbial beans…because I thought maybe someone could relate. And I also thought if I didn’t work so hard at keeping it a secret, maybe it wouldn’t haunt me so much.

I’m letting the skeletons out of the closet, because 2016 needs to be different.

Last week was a rough week for me. I had a lot going on, and emotions got the best of me. By Tuesday I caved and buried every painful thought I had into food.

What did that look like?

It started with TWO medium pizzas, simultaneously followed by 12 pcs of chicken covered in cheese and bacon. (All of which was dipped in copious amounts of ranch dressing.)
2 large bags of gummy worms.
A large bag of lays original potato chips.
A bag of microwave movie butter popcorn.
A half bottle of wine.
6 Reese’s peanut butter trees.
Half a jar of peanut butter.

And a partridge in a pear tree.

This is not the most I’ve ever eaten during a binge…but it was enough to call it a binge.

Obviously, and of course after I finished all of this, which didn’t even take an hour of my day…

I got sick, and it ended up forcing it’s way back up on its own. It burned immensely and I felt absolutely, positively, mortifyingly, disgusted.

And then angry that my food wasted itself.

Then the guilt set in.

I managed to consume more calories in one hour then most people can consume in 2 days. And what I listed didn’t include the food I had for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. This was in addition to that. (Read that as: I wasn’t hungry when I did this. At all.)

How could I do this? Who in their right mind would even want to eat all that food? What was I thinking…was I even thinking???

Then I went through the whole, “okay, this is the last time you’re going to do this to yourself! After today, you’re going to get right with food! It’s not a hobby, it’s just for nutrition! I will log everything on WW, and I will be good.”

Then that turned into…”you can’t even do weight watchers correctly, you’re just gonna mess up again because you always do this. You suck when it comes to food.”

And the thought process went round and round. The good fighting the evil, the evil trying to trump the good.

It was exhausting. Completely and utterly exhausting.

Since last week, I’ve had two more binges. Not as bad, but similar.

And quite frankly, I’m just getting tired of food. I’m tired of thinking about it, worrying about it, wanting it, not wanting it.

What sucks about this type of addiction is that it’s not something you can just cut out of your life.

Alcoholics or drug addicts have it a teensy bit easier in the fact that, they can abstain from what they are addicted too. It would certainly be a relief to not have to face my “demons” 3-5 times a day. And not only that…have to consume my drug of choice. If I don’t, well I will eventually die of starvation.

Ain’t that a bitch??

My binges are becoming more frequent. I lay awake at night trying to figure out what im trying to “fix with food.”

The only thing that I can think of, is that with all of the recent changes in life, work, and in social relationships – I feel like I have no control. So, I try to “control” my food. In reality…I’m completely losing control when it comes to food, but when you’re eating you’re not thinking about that.

My logical side is in a complete panic right now, trying desperately to (in fact) gain control of everything that’s going awry.

I’ve gone though intensive counseling for this issue, and I am aware of what I need to do…but it’s actually applying my knowledge and doing it that I’m struggling with.

I’m actually thinking of cancelling my Weight Watchers membership. That might sound crazy, but with the recent plan changes, it’s actually causing me more stress. Although I agree with their overall goal of choosing healthier, less processed, more natural foods – it makes the plan feel way more restrictive. Telling someone like me that I can’t really have certain things makes me want them even more. That’s why I liked WW in the past, it seemed like nothing was off limits. It is not that way now, or at least it no longer feels that way.

I’ve learned of something called intuitive eating, and I’m interested in reading more about it. It seems like it would be helpful to someone like me.

Lastly, my foot brace came today, and I have an appointment to pick it up tomorrow. I’m hoping it helps and ultimately brings some normalcy back to my life. It may help open the motivational door that seems to have shut in my face. If I can even just walk normally with it on – that would be a blessing.

So, there we have it. My confession. I’m not even sure I should post this. But I almost don’t care…

I’m taking a few days off from blogging and social media. I need to reevaluate what’s most important, and how I’m going to reach the goals I have. I also need some time to find the positives in my life so that I can embrace them, especially right now. After all, our bodies are pretty amazing… See you all in January!

Good luck and blessing to all of you in 2016!!!

Winter Blues and New Years

We are quickly closing out 2015, and 2016 is just around the corner. It’s a time frame that has most people reflecting on the past and gearing up for the future.

For me, 2015 over all was a good year. It brought a ton of new things, and even though I struggled – changes that ultimately were for the greater good.
And yet, it felt rough.

This year was a hard one when it came to health, fitness and food. My fears that began last year, came to fruition this year. I kind of knew once I stopped running, everything else would fall apart as well. I did try to keep everything up, but when your hearts not into it, it just doesn’t stick.

I wasn’t even able to start any type of training until April. Things were slow, and never fully took off. Battling pain, frustration and trying to fit everything in just became too overwhelming. Then other things returned, like anxiety, stress, and of course…binge eating.

This year felt like a combo of hope and defeat. Fighting familiar battles, and just losing all motivation. With the return of my foot issues, I’ve just been feeling…a bit depressed.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what my future looks like, especially when it comes to running. I was never able to run without any pain. The furthest I got was a 10K, and it wasn’t 100% pain free. It’s becoming harder and harder to continue to believe that I can return to running in the future.

And that just hurts my heart.

I know there are other sports, but running is what I love.

I guess 2016 will be a year of finding something else to love. And hopefully I can find it within myself to return to my healthy lifestyle, because honestly I feel miserable! And I’m starting to hate food. I’m tired of thinking about it, worrying about it, craving it…it’s on my mind 24/7. It takes energy that I just don’t have right now.

I was supposed to go to the gym today and instead, I crawled into bed. I’ve just felt so tired, agitated, anxious, and frustrated, and it makes me want to sleep. And now I feel guilty for missing the gym. And that makes me want to eat…but then I will feel even more miserable. It’s a viscous cycle.

I really need a better plan for 2016…

πŸ’šπŸŽ„πŸŽ… Merry Christmas and Almost New Years Eve πŸ’šπŸŽ„πŸŽ…

Good evening Friends and Blogger Family! I hope your Christmas holiday went well, and your enjoying the last bits of this last Sunday of 2015.

On Christmas morning, I watched A Christmas Story, waiting for my boyfriend…and cats to wake up. All 3 of them live life on a night schedule. I on the other hand live on a “whenever my body wants to wake up and go to sleep” kind of schedule. 


I’ve always enjoyed the movie, other favorite Christmas movies are, in no particular order:
⭐National Lampoons Christmas Vacation
⭐Home Alone
⭐Mickey’s A Christmas Carol
⭐The Santa Clause
Anyway, they finally woke up so we opened gifts and then headed to my family Christmas.
This year we had 21 people. It was loud and chaotic – and pretty much exactly what I needed! I had fun, and was so happy to see everyone, especially since I missed Thanksgiving this year. Christmas morning was a bit stressful though, because Jacques, my older , male cat got really sick. His health isn’t 100% right now, and I had to take him to the vet for some pretty extensive testing.


After 4 hours and about 600.00 we learned that he has triitis, inflammation of 3 organs – the pancreas, large intestine, and lymph nodes. So now we are working to get him back to normal.

The day after Christmas I spent with my boyfriends family, it was fun.

Today I got to spend my morning at the Brazen Almost New Years Eve race at my favorite regional park.

I was signed up for the 5K, which is actually 3.22 miles. I started out walking the race, but it slowly turned into a jog. I see the doctor next week, so at least I can tell him how things went. I was around 16 min miles with my walk/jog combo.

This race was bittersweet, it closed out 2015. I was happy to be there, but also uncertain if running in 2016 will even happen.

Also this was my first race in a new age bracket…it’s a little awkward seeing the the higher numbers.

Oh well. Growing older means living longer. Right?