This morning, I got up nice and early to do some fulfilling chores - you know, unstuck the dishwasher, two loads of washing, feed the animals etc, took Harry to school, dropped off the dry cleaning and I was at the gym by 8.30, knowing I would be done by 9.30 and be able to get some 'work' done. In a desperate attempt to lose the remaining two kilos of the three I added to my frame in a recent trip to France I have been exercising a lot, have not had an alcoholic drink for more than a week and before that only on weekends, and have reduced food intake. It shits me that it only takes three weeks to put on three kilos but at this rate will take 6 months to take off. Once I lose those two kilos, I still have to lose the two I wanted to lose BEFORE we went to France.
My gym gear is a little bit tighter than usual, as is to be expected. So after the gym (thighs burning, heart racing, face red) I popped into the local jewellery store to look at some lapis lazuli to enquire about them making a bracelet to replace the one I lost recently. I hadn't been into the store for some time. As I walked in, the proprietor, with whom I am on first name terms, greeted me warmly and said, in a very loud voice ' I can see you're back from your trip to France' while patting her stomach.
FML
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Gratitude
There has been a great deal of research into the positive effects of gratitude - not just for those who practice it and express it, but for those on the receiving end of a simple 'thank you'. I always make sure I say thank you, whether at home or at work.
Motherhood has been described from time to time as a thankless task, and this weekend just gone, I had one of 'those moments', (actually it wasn't a moment; it lasted almost 48 hours) when I was so overwhelmed by the lack of consideration, respect and just downright lack of acknowledgement, let alone gratitude, from my husband and children, that I fell into a very bad place, depressed, angry and resentful.
That changed a bit today - not because of anything my husband or children did; I don't expect that to change in an instant. No, my Dear Old Dad, 90, who lives nearby and whom I have been cooking and providing other support since my mum died over two years ago, wrote me a short, but heartfelt letter, expressing his love and gratitude for 'all you have done for me over the last two and a half years'. He says thank you to me every day - he clearly felt the need to write it down today and it meant so much to me today of all days. He was unaware of what I had been feeling at home.
Of course, it made me cry, but happy and grateful tears rather than the useless tears of rage and resentment that have been falling for the last 2 days.
Say thank you to someone in your life. It will make a huge difference to them.
Motherhood has been described from time to time as a thankless task, and this weekend just gone, I had one of 'those moments', (actually it wasn't a moment; it lasted almost 48 hours) when I was so overwhelmed by the lack of consideration, respect and just downright lack of acknowledgement, let alone gratitude, from my husband and children, that I fell into a very bad place, depressed, angry and resentful.
That changed a bit today - not because of anything my husband or children did; I don't expect that to change in an instant. No, my Dear Old Dad, 90, who lives nearby and whom I have been cooking and providing other support since my mum died over two years ago, wrote me a short, but heartfelt letter, expressing his love and gratitude for 'all you have done for me over the last two and a half years'. He says thank you to me every day - he clearly felt the need to write it down today and it meant so much to me today of all days. He was unaware of what I had been feeling at home.
Of course, it made me cry, but happy and grateful tears rather than the useless tears of rage and resentment that have been falling for the last 2 days.
Say thank you to someone in your life. It will make a huge difference to them.
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