Taking the Scenic Route

Woke up this morning to banging in the kitchen.  The maintenence guy decided that today was the day to put in our countertop, several months after they told us “the end of this week”.  He let himself in.  That bothered me since it was a guy I had never met instead of the normal guys.  It was nice to have a new countertop.  Thank goodness I had cleaned the kitchen.  Although there were some popcorn bowls and a few glasses, it wasn’t disgusting.

We discovered today that the vacuum is permanently broken, unless we can get a replacement brush, which is not likely.  The end peice melded together and doesn’t turn on one side creating a lot of smoke and stench.  On the up side, we did get the front closet cleaned out in search of the warrenty papers.  No luck finding them though.  We will have to work on the back room tomorrow and see if we can unearth it.

I kept the parts of the house clean that we had finished and started on laundry today.  I still have a few loads, but made a good dent, including one load of dipes.  I didn’t dunk dipes, so I have to do the poopy ones tomorrow morning so we don’t run out.  My momentum is definately rolling in the right direction. 

Earlier this week I had an epiphany…I think the reason I have never really pulled everything together  is because then I would have proven that I could get more done, then I would be obligated to DO that.  Combine that with the fact I really have a difficult time starting anything I can’t complete to perfection.  I had been working on the perfectionist issue for a while and learning to let go of the need for everything to be “just so”.  This week, I made another step, a sort of fear of success.  This is just under the surface of several things….housework, weight….it could probably be applied to a lot of areas in life.

My workout tonight was rough for me.  I neede to work out for 20 minutes on level 1 setting on either the precor, arc trainer or treadmill.  I started out on the precor and lasted about 2 or 3 minutes before I hurt so bad I about cried.  I got off and walked around a bit to loosen back up and get my heart rate to a reasonable level before starting again.  I decided the treadmill would be a much better choice.  The first 2 minutes I wondered if maybe I had underestimated my abilities…this is easy!  15 minutes to go (mtg) I was really feeling like I was working out.  13mtg I was ready to quit….had to stop a “not even halfway there” thought to “I am almost halfway there”.  8mtg I was chanting “be strong” and “you can do this” and it took everything in me to keep going.  5mtg…FUCK ME.  lol.  Finally, at 2mtg it started to slow for the cool down.  That took every ounce of physical and mental energy I had.  I had to force myself to walk over to the cleaning bottle to clean off the machine.  The stretching was heavenly after that…relaxing.  I am so proud of myself for finishing.