Don't worry. It's not YET ANOTHER post about how I feel like I have so much going on and so much to tell you and yet I feel YET ANOTHER log-jam in my brain and so I go on and on about THAT before I get to the real point of my...
Shit. I'm sorry.
Let's start over.
I have a lot cooking right now. Some on the front burners, some on the back burners but it's sizzling and smoking and if I don't pay attention to it all, it's going to boil over or burn the fuck up and well, I'm tired of this metaphor already. The point is, I'm working out consistently, laundry is piling up and threatening to take over, the toilets need to be scrubbed, I have a new job opportunity developing, I'm trying to do a professional website, my kids are crazy-insane, The Man is way less available and way more stressed due to a number of factors unrelated to any of the aforementioned issues and well, it seems I'm tired of this even when it's not in metaphor.
The working out is good. I have been experimenting with counting calories (!) using an app (My Fitness Pal) on the Ipod. It's a great app, really. It factors in your goals and activity level, giving you a STARTLINGLY LOW (at least to me) calorie limit for each day. You enter in your food intake and it calculates automatically (obviously, or it, uh, wouldn't be very effective, I suppose.) You also enter your exercise and it adds the calories burned for you to eat.
Those are some very tasty calories.
I have found the value in this experiment in a few ways. One, it just forces me to pay attention. For me, not paying attention to my physical self (not exercising, mindless eating) is the NUMBER ONE culprit. So, just applying the gentle but consistent pressure on my Will to focus on what I'm doing is, in and of itself, helpful. The second is when I started keeping track of calories, there were two behaviors that, as my dad would say, came to a screeching halt. Eating while I'm cooking or preparing food and eating from my kids' plates.
Seriously. Cold Turkey.
It's also kind of a fun little game to get in under the goal for the day. Strange fun, maybe, but fun nonetheless.
The last thing I want to get into one of those horrible, internet misunderstandings that go along with weight discussions. I normally put all of this kind of thing over on Balancing The Scales but, eh, I don't know what I'm doing here or what that blog is for, anymore. Is it a food blog? A weight issue blog? Fitness slash baking blog? How INNOVATIVE!
The other stuff, I don't have time to tell you because the one crazy-insaner is hiding all her toys and then going to find them ("We're playing HIDE AND SEEK!") and the other is in his crib, bouncing up and down, up and down, waiting for me to come in there so he can immediately tell me he wants his "COARS." (OMGCars.) (Some kind of Boy Switch got flipped and all of a sudden? It's ALL COARS ALL THE TIME.)
*Do I even have to mention that this isn't a sponsored post? No. I didn't think so.