I will clean my house this morning - or at least put a dent in it. It is DISGUSTING -- like the Board of Health would be hard pressed not to put the condemned sign on my door....
We have a small "antique" house, which translates into tons of dust, spiders and no closets! People just didn't have clothes in the 1800s. SO winter clothes need to go to the attic, things too small, too big, stained or not worn in the last year need to go to Salvation Army. I've been threatening to get a dumpster for a basement/attic clean out, but now I am serious. Things are getting a little out of hand. The worst thing is that it makes me anxious. I crave organization. I can not stand when people don't pick up after themselves or respect the work that goes into a clean house. That makes me sound anal, but if you saw my house right now you would not think that. I just want mostly clean, and mostly picked up. GROSS doesn't cut it, and I've reached my breaking point.
This could just be my mind's way of procratinating... b/c I am scheduled for a long run today, but I don't care. I need this time alone to regroup and the run will have to wait. I had a great run Monday, a good spin Tuesday so a break today won't kill me.
My diet is AWESOME. I think that finally having people notice the loss is definately helping me stick to the plan... And, it's more than keeping me from eating - it's keeping me from wanting to eat which is a totally new and exciting feeling for me. It makes me believe for the first time in a long time that I am in control and that my goals are in the driver's seat. Temptation is just not there. Of course I know how life can turn on a dime, so I won't get too cocky. I'll just try to focus on this feeling and be happy that it's going well. (We'll also see how it translates on the scale - so far so good, back down to 183.5). I SO want to break into the 170s!
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