Milestones and Beginnings

I've been kind of keeping an eye on my posts, and this is post number 1,234. Cool, huh? I missed celebrating my blogiversary back in March because I was deeply enmeshed in carpal tunnel problems, so I thought this was the next best thing. I was thinking about having a giveaway, but then I got distracted and forgot, so I don't have anything planned. But maybe I'll do one soon, okay? Kind of a belated celebration. Watch for it.

Hubby and I got married on July 11, 1980, so I guess that means we've been married 30 years today. Kind of a long time, isn't it? I'm not one to celebrate anniversaries much--or New Year's Eve, for that matter. I don't know why, but they don't really inspire or excite me. I think maybe it's because anniversaries simply mean we're still plugging along, doing what we said we'd do a long time ago, and we haven't killed each other yet. And yes, that's a good thing, but the same thing could be said EVERY day. I dunno; I guess I'm just odd that way. This year Soccer Son and his Lovely-Wife-to-be-Someday are going to join us for dinner at our house, and I know we'll have a nice time. Oh, and Hubby will likely spend much of the day in a celebratory mood anyway since the World Cup final will be televised. So it's all good.

Hubby, by the way, is up and walking again. You may recall that earlier in the week, his doctor released him to bear weight again on his previously broken leg, but his muscles were too weak to walk. Being the stubborn and determined fellow that he is, by that night he'd managed to get up and walk a little bit, and his walking time has increased since then so that now he's fairly mobile around the house, although the muscles are still weak and his back hurts quite a bit. Still, I know he's pleased with himself.

Back around March or so, I told Hubby it was time we started to pay more attention to what we ate and try to cut back on the unhealthy stuff. It seems we can do pretty well for awhile, but then we start slipping, and before we know it, we're sliding downhill quicker than an Olympic luger--and with about the same braking ability. With that in mind, I suggested we permanently "diet" during the months that don't have an "R" in their name. Of course, that meant May, June, July, and August, which really are the best months for fresh fruit and veggies and all the healthy stuff anyway. Hubby agreed. Did we do that though? No, of course not.

I think back in April and May, I was more concerned about getting ready for surgery, and the idea of making dietary changes at the same time was somehow mentally crippling. And yes, I know it's really not THAT big a deal, but still . . . . Then, too, I went though a period when it seemed like I was hungry ALL THE TIME. Nerves, I think. I also found myself craving a cigarette several times, so I think it was just some kind of urge to stuff things in my mouth. Eventually that feeling passed--thank goodness! In any event, here it is July, surgery is over, and I'm starting to think about getting back to my "normal" life. So, at the grocery store today, I decided it was time to get serious about making healthier food choices. I'm not sure what we'll do when September rolls around--after all, it's spelled with an "R"--but I suspect we'll keep it up, at least until the holidays hit. And if we can do that, I know we'll make better food choices during the holidays as well, and that's really the goal--to be more conscious of what we chose to eat.

I briefly toyed with the idea of starting a "diet" blog, but that seemed like too much work, and I don't really see this as a "diet" anyway. I'm really not that obsessed about the whole thing. Instead, I think I just might occasionally share some of my yummier healthy recipes here when it strikes me to do so, and I hope you'll find something to try out that your family will enjoy. And since I don't measure "success" by weight or inches lost, I won't bore you with how many pounds or inches have disappeared, although I may get a little excited if my clothes fall off and I need to buy new things. And hopefully if my clothes fall off, at least I'll have a funny story to tell you.

Thanks for stopping by to visit!