It Just May Be A Midlife Crisis

The Valentine's cake is finally gone. 

Now I just need to finish off the Girl Scout cookies.

These extra junk food treats certainly make giving up M&Ms a little easier.

I am surprised by the difficulty I'm having giving up the M&Ms.  It's not that I am craving them.  I'm not.  It's that I am now so hungry all afternoon.

Just about every day for lunch I eat a sandwich, an apple, and one other fruit.  I then eat M&Ms until I'm full.  I don't eat anything else until dinner.  Through Lent (and beyond is the plan) I'm not eating M&Ms or any other junk food with lunch.  By the time the kids get out of school, I'm starving and have to eat a snack with them.  I know this is much better healthwise, to eat a healthy snack mid-afternoon.  I'm just surprised at how hungry I have been after this one change.

Perhaps it is just pointing out how many M&Ms I was actually eating.

Making one healthy choice so often leads to others.

I have actually had the urge to go for a run a few times in the last couple of weeks.   On one particularly nice day (sunny and 40 degrees) I mentioned this to the children who happened to be standing next to me.  Giant looked at me with a confused look on his face, then said, "Huh?"  Buttercup just laughed.

I didn't say I wanted (or would be able) to run far.  I probably wouldn't make it to the end of the driveway. 

I can understand their reaction.  Despite the fact I went to college on a track scholarship, I hate going out for a run.  They have no recollection of me ever doing it.  To them, Dad is the runner in the family.   He's the one who does 5Ks with them.  I am the one who stays with the little kids and cheers them on.

My core strength ain't what it used to be.  I don't like that feeling.  I need to do something.  I really want to swim.  That will be easiest on my joints, and I just love that feeling of gliding through water.  Once Cuckoo goes to school, I will be in a pool.  Until then, I want to do something else.

I mentioned it to Hubby last night.  I knew he'd understand, seeing as how he has been unable to do any exercise since breaking his foot.  The conversation went like this:

Me:  I know you won't believe me, but I've had the urge to go for a run.

Hubby:  You mean to the bathroom?  I have to do that several times a day.  It's called aging.

And then we laughed.

At least my abs get a workout from all of the laughing.

As with most things, this feeling will pass.  Probably as soon as spring hits and we have hours and hours of yard/garden/animal work to do. 

Hm, two days in a row with the contemplative posts.

Odd.

I do believe this ridiculously unending cold and windy weather is getting to me.

I'll do my best to make something funny happen today.

I will probably stop short of doing anything like purposely tripping a child on camera.

Probably.

Have a lovely day!