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AM or PM?

It’s late. Late for me. My brain starts to shut down at half past bedtime — that is, half past my daughters’ bedtime. By the time they are in bed, which isn’t really that late at all, I feel fried. Kaput. Ready for bed myself.

And yet, that’s the best time to blog. Not really the best time–just the only time I have some peace and quiet and time to myself.

My favorite time to blog, if I had a choice, would be in the morning. In the morning, I’m energetic. Ready to go and full of ideas. Not too early, mind you. For about a week, I was getting up around 6:00 and blogging before the girls were up. The timing was perfect. I usually had about 45 minutes before I heard the first stirrings. But then at least one of the girls…not always the same girl, mind you…started waking up at 6:00 and ruining my writing time.

One writer I know wakes up at 4:00 to write; I don’t think I’m ready to do that yet.

And then once the girls are up, we’re off and running. Breakfast, shower (for me), getting the three of us ready to walk out the door. Sometimes I manage to get a little blogging in, but it usually doesn’t work out that way.

Right now, I’m dragging. I’m in a fog. I’m ready be a couch potato. And yet here I sit, trying to drum up the creativity for another blog post. I haven’t published a post since Monday, and I feel like I need to write.

That feeling is fading fast. I’m going to change into my flannel pj’s, sip that hot cup of chamomile tea that’s waiting for me, and watch my recording of The Good Wife. This is all you’re getting out of me tonight.

It’s exactly 8:43 p.m.

What’s the best time for you?

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Fat Girl Jeans (HASAY, Week 1)

I finally broke down. On Saturday, I went to go buy jeans in a bigger size since I’m tired of squeezing my expanding waist into jeans that are too small and showing my muffin top. At least the sale at Carson’s overcame my disappointment in having to buy a new size. I bought a $60 pair of door-buster Ruff Hewn jeans for only $18!

My size? I’m not divulging that number! Let’s just say I’m back up to the weight I was when I was taking Tamoxifen, a medication for breast cancer. At least back then, I was able to justify my weight gain by blaming it on the meds. Now, I have nothing to blame this extra poundage on.

We are going to a family reunion this summer in Colorado, and we want to be outdoors; this is going to be a very active vacation. I don’t want everyone, including my two-year-old, to be waiting for me as I huff and puff up the trail.

So, I devised a plan while I was showering this morning. I have a couple of exercise DVD’s that I’m going to use for 30 minutes a day. Just thirty minutes. I think I can spare that much time to exercise, and if I keep it up, then I’ll have more energy to do the rest of the things I have to do during the day.

There’s also portion control. I’ve starting trying this already, but I’m not doing a fantastic job. I need to do better at eating healthy foods, AND I also need to stop stuffing myself. So when we ordered pizza last night, I stopped after two pieces. They were big pieces, but I stopped. (Being the waste-not mom that I am, I did eat the rest of Lily’s piece, too, so I didn’t really stop! But instead of eating three and a half pieces, I had two and a half. We had thin crust pizza. Does that help my case at all?) I’ll admit that willpower is something I need to work on when it comes to food. But that’s just one more reason to join Casey at Half as Small as You, so that I feel accountable to something.

Here I go — Week 1 of HASAY! I’ll tell you how I do next Monday.