My husband I have been going to the gym since the summer. He is doing great and lost over 30 lbs. He's looking amazing. Me? Not so much. I lost about 10 lbs and gained back 5. He is dedicated. Me? Not so much. At first I was going every day and felt amazing. Slowly it tapered off and I go on weekends. (Hence gaining back the 5 lbs).
The downside to blogging about your fitness regime is that you have to broadcast your laziness to the world on the days you decide you just can't fit a workout in your schedule; whether it's because of social plans, family commitments, work, or the need for a few extra hours of sleep.
Or just because you would rather drink wine.
While I whole heartedly agree with the dapper looking fellow above, my reason for skipping today revolves around sleep (or the lack thereof). Even I don't drink wine at 6:00 am (anymore).
This time last year I was mourning the loss of my mother.
My favorite photo of my Mom is on her wedding day.
I still find myself thinking of things I'd like to ask or tell my Mom. It could be anything simple as a curiosity over my childhood or sharing a part of my day. Then it hits me hard. I can never ask her questions again. My mom was the one who had knowledge of my upbringing, family traditions, the names of all those faces in old photos. With her passing, all this is lost. I started scrapbooking my children's lives many years ago and have completed a lot of albums. But life got in the way and I have not scrapbooked in about 10 years. The need to begin scrapbooking has become strong. I want my children to know about their childhood, I want them to have the memories, I want them to look back on their lives with fondness. I want all this because there will be a day I won't be there to answer their questions.
My cousin along with my Mom and my boys.
During Holidays and birthdays I have a part of me that grieves for what will never be. My Mom won't be there when my boys graduate college, get married or have their own children. My boys will no longer have their grandmother to share their lives with.
My grandparents and my Mom.
Over this last year I have struggled with unresolved issues I had with my Mom. We had many bumps in the road and they were not smoothed out by the end. Losing my Mom suddenly has left unreconciled sense of unfinished business. There are days I think I am moving on and have a sense of forgiveness. Then there are other days resentment lingers.
At the one year anniversary of her death my thoughts of her were strong. I wanted to do something special, so I took her favorite flowers and placed them on her grave. This gesture has helped me have a small bit of closure and the beginning of peace.
My feelings for my Mom have changed over the last year.
Slowly the struggles and differences we had are being replaced by good memories and love.
How have you changed in the last year? Would you like to share? We'd love to hear your story. Join us at Tuesday Coffee Chat hosted by Rorybore
Who is ready for a haunted hayride on a crisp, chilly day??
Todd and I took our nieces and nephew to Colonial Gardens, which is a local garden center that puts on a huge fall / halloween event for the entire month of October. One of the main events is the Haunted Hay ride. The day time rides are for kids and adults (who are scared of monsters). The night time rides are so much fun!!! Monsters jump out at you and even climb into the hay wagon.
If you're in the area, you should go visit Colonial Gardens!
A few of the events they have are: Pumpkinland, Children (day and night) Hay Rides, Haunted Gardens, Walk of Terror, Corn Stalk Maze, small petting zoo, play rooms and more.
The Renaissance Fair comes to our area every fall. I remember taking Ahren to the faire when he was around 10 years old. It's a neat place to see reenactments and people dressing up to portray times of the past. Ahren has always been fascinated with many different time periods in history.
Every year Ahren and his friends attend the Renaissance Faire at least two or three times.
This year they made their own costumes.
Even though I am not a fan of his beard... I have to admit it makes him the perfect viking!
I used to be a hockey mom. A role that defined me for many years. However, I am much more than that. I am a wife to a great guy. A mom to 3 amazing boys. I am a Scrapbook Junkie. Photography novice. Diet Pepsi addict. Neat freak. Perpetual texter. Childcare provider. Animal lover. And a proud Philadelphia Flyers Fan!