It’s been a frustrating few days. On the way to the show on Tuesday, husband’s car speakers started making noises–not the noises we wanted to hear. We headed home to switch out vehicles and headed to the crowded concert.
After maddening phone calls to the big box electronics store on Wednesday after which we left his car there for service, we picked it up tonight. The radio header had to be replaced and they were also able to fix the radio, which has been broken for about two years now. While we’re very glad that they were able to fix it all, the situation sparked yet another conversation about the need for us have at least one reliable car in the family. If the car issue had been larger (say, the electrical system), we would be going shopping this weekend for a new (to us) car.
Dear reader, you may be asking what this has to do with the adventure part of my blog title.
Being an adult is an adventure and it isn’t always fun. Part of being an adult means having to have the conversations about long-term goals, budgets, and wants versus needs. Buying a car is not high on our to do list, but it is something that we could do with minimal adjustment to our budget. However, I’m glad that we do not have to and can spend or save that money as we see fit.
As I discussed in my post from July 13, I’m watching what I eat. I’m starting to see results, but my impatience sometimes gets the best of me. I remind myself that it look me years to slowly put on weight and that it would not be healthy to take it all off in a few weeks/months.
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I’ve exercised regularly for years. YEARS. My doctor says I’m a very healthy 30-year-old. Hubs and I eat pretty clean and we don’t deprive ourselves of junk food when we really, REALLY want it (a little fried chicken or fast-food tacos if you know what I mean). I ran a half-marathon in March and am running a ten miler next April. I’m in decent shape.
The voice in the back of my head kept nagging me about my weight.
Since the exercising began years ago, I’d always explained it away by saying that I had more muscle mass than I used to have. I’ve realized over the last month that this excuse isn’t going to cut it anymore if I really want the body and lifestyle I say I do.
It’s not what I eat. It’s HOW MUCH I eat.
I have to take responsibility for my intake. I stopped matching portions with husband. I’ve realized it takes much less food than I thought to feel full. I’ve rediscovered what feeling hungry is like.
I know this hunger is nothing like the hunger felt by many people in this world who do not get enough to eat.
I’m also humbled. I need to do more to give back to my community. A plan is percolating. Stay tuned for future developments.