Set It Up Sunday: Short & Sweet Edition

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Good afternoon! (Also, good morning, good evening, & goodnight, depending on where you are. Where are you anyway? I’m so curious! Let me know in a comment. That’d be cool.)

Now, where was I?

Oh, yeah! Good afternoon! A few years ago I wrote a post called “Set It Up Sunday” and it’s one that I have shared, time and again, through the years, but have never really followed up with anything new. (By all means, please go read it, so you know what I am talking about. Seriously. Go ahead. I’ll just be here typing. It’s fine. Go. Go!) No new spin or information or updates on how my life has changed. Life is never static and neither are blogs, writing gigs, or Social Media jobs.

So much has changed in my life over the past couple of years I find it hard to wrap my brain around it – just in my every day – let alone trying to articulate it out loud, publicly, in a way you would understand (or even care about), all the while trying to keep other people’s privacy in mind.

It’s exhausting, actually.

Ultimately, though, change is good. It is. You (we) benefit and grow when change is afoot. I do not want to live a life of stagnation and safety. I want to live my life to the fullest. People come and people go. That’s a fact. Most times, even if it doesn’t seem like it in the moment, it’s absolutely for the best.

Anyhoo, I thought maybe I should give it – my Set It Up Sunday – a bit of an update. Semi-regularly. Maybe even a weekly one just to let you know where I am in my plans for the week ahead and how I will be tackling the things that come my way, as well as the things that are constant. Things, husbands*, meal planning and prep, my nagging self doubt and imposter syndrome. You know? The usual.

In addition to letting you into my world a bit more it will really help me to keep writing consistently. Gathering my thoughts and writing things out really helps me to focus on the task at hand – regardless of what that task might be. (See: aforementioned Things, husbands, meal planning, and prep)

Is that something you would be interested in reading here? Feel free to let me know in the comments or in all the places. I know you know where to find me. We have discussed this. 

Meanwhile, my darling tens of readers, while all y’all talk amongst yourselves I’ll just go ahead and give you a teeny list to serve as this week’s Set It Up Sunday. Okay? Cool.

Here it is! (with bullet points because that is a very grownup thing to do!)

  • Plot out suppers for the week (yes, just suppers)
  • Food shop for needed ingredients and a few convenience items
  • Buy TP (yes, I am going there)
  • Buy Dawn (blue)
  • Make magical bathroom/household cleaner
  • Get new IKEA sheets and bedding onto the beds
  • Read before bed instead of scrolling your life away
  • Commit to hit daily Fitbit step goal M-F (yes, weekend are optional)
  • Commit to consuming 4 litres of water every single day
  • Log meals
  • Post coffee cheers and daily meal wrap ups in Instagram everyday (ON the day)
  • Get outside into the fresh air everyday
  • Actually meet friends for coffee talk or walking coffee talk
  • Commit to working from a mobile office at least 2 days this week
  • Finish at least 2 posts that have been stuck in drafts (STAT!)
  • Write new food related post
  • Photos for aforementioned food related post
  • Work on content creation every single day (even if you don’t post)
  • Get ahead of scheduled Social Media posts so I can have an actual weekend off
  • Craft at least one solid pitch to a respected company/brand offering to partner

Whew! That sounds like an awful lot, but I have taken time today to do several of these things. The easy ones like suppers, food shopping, TP, and dish soap are done. SCORE! The scarier or more challenging ones terrify me to even type out, but doing so can only serve to help me. I have dreams just like everybody else. I have plans. Or well I have a “pla” at the very least and if you go read my original post you can see that that my friends, is progress, because back in 2015, al I had was a “pl”.

Wish me luck!

Also, seriously, I want to know what you think. Let’s continue the conversation.

Here’s to a happy, healthy, productive week.

 

 

*I swear I just have the one husband. This is not the first time I have written “husbands”. Believe me, I ask “what is wrong with you?!?” to myself all the time, too. It’s okay. We’re cool.

Credit where credit is due: Photo by Domenico Loia on Unsplash

Wordless Wednesday: Advice From A Children’s Book Edition

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It is late and I am talking myself into posting tonight by basically writing this and posting it.

A dose of blog, if you will. You know, like drinking really gross coffee from your hometown because there are no other options and you really need some caffeine so you go to the place that has the caffeine? Yeah, that.

I was rather proud of myself for posting a blog last night and I had every intention of posting earlier today, but guess what! The Universe interjected and said, “Oh! You want something, now, do you? Ha ha! Itty bitty insignificant being. That’s not how it works!”, then proceeded to lock me out of my blog all day long and while I was trying to see the upside – I had posted, after all – it also went one step further and ate any and all comments that nice people left on my post. (There may or may not have been lots of comments. Who’s to say? It’s a mystery, really.)

Regardless, I feel sad. That really stinks, doesn’t it?

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When I was finally able to access my blog I was thrilled to see that a number of views did happen throughout the day, but not a single comment. The only reason I knew something was wrong with that particular aspect of my blog – at all – is that when I mentioned it to my IT Department he disagreed because, in fact, he had left a comment which clearly was not here. Wah!

Anyhoo!

If you left a comment. Thanks!

If you read my post. Thanks!

If you are reading this now. Thanks!

Hopefully this will be the last major bump in the road.

Speaking of bumps in the road. I didn’t plan on feeling any at all today and as such chose to be car-free for the entire day, but again the Universe chortled (oooh! Now there’s a 13 cent word!), and declared, “Car-free?!? Oh, ho ho! Silly human. That’s inconceivable!” and then went a step further and made sure Thing 1 had his phone with him (I swear he almost never takes that thing to school!) and would be permitted to panic text me from homeroom about forgotten items on this the real first day of school where students were expected to show up ready to start working, which – and call the teachers crazy if you must – involves little things like, you know, having school supplies with you at school.

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So, my plans were flipped on their head and my extra time was stolen.

I have plans to get it back.

I’ll come back tomorrow with my charts and slide rule.

Suffice it to say that smartphone is currently on my desk. Let’s just call it a tech time out.

That has to count for at least 30 minutes of my stolen time!

I’m feeling better already.

Posting!

 

T.H.U.R.S.D.A.Y. ( Thankfully, Here. Up. Ready. Start Day. Awesome! Yay!)

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This is day four of a week long challenge to myself to write and post something every single day for a week*. So far, so good!

Following through. Hmm! I think I am onto something here, people!

Yesterday I vowed to sit less and today I sat less. Yay, me!

I thought a surefire way to sit less was to also vow to get on a treadmill and walk a good walk.

I haven’t been exercising regularly at all, all summer, except for the usual summer stuff like playing at the park and swimming and does it ever show. Not just in the way I look (ugh!), but also in the way I feel. I haven’t been very energetic and that doesn’t feel very good.

I am usually a pretty perky Peady. Positive (borderline Pollyanna**) outlook. Cheerful. Happy. Even keeled.

What I notice most about skipping the daily walk or Zumba or Yoga, even, is that I have had that yucky, anxious, feeling a lot more. Not good.

It certainly didn’t help that summer started off with some pretty sad news and that the world went crazy all summer. However, there’s no denying the science that tells me if I move more everything will be better. So, since I am a fan of science, I have decided that the time has come for me to jump back in with both feet (even if they are being especially stOOpid these days) and make myself feel better.

Being a control freak, I enjoy the idea that I am in charge, here. So, I am just going to go with that for now.

About that jumping in with both feet… I may or may not have signed up for a thing*** at a place with the stuff.

Maybe. Who’s to say? It’s a mystery, really.

 

I tied my sneakers (the hardest part of working out.. or so I have heard) and grabbed my water and hit the treadmill. The plan was to walk 20 minutes. No pressure. Just do it.

Well, I felt better than I expected and so I kept speeding up the ‘mill. That’s good because then, of course, I can go further in a shorter period of time and ultimately it will not be getting dark by the time I finish the thing at the place with the stuff. *thumbs up*

The 20 minute mark came and went (W00t!) and I kept going.

Then all of a sudden, just past the 25 minute mark the treadmill stopped. OUCH! What the heck?!?

It could have been really bad. It wasn’t. Thank goodness.

If cameras had been running you could be reading the blog of the next YouTube sensation. Mishaps like this one are the fodder of viral videos!

I am just happy that I am not hurt. I can’t figure out why the silly treadmill stopped, but I took my surviving this ridiculousness as a sign that maybe it was time to stop for today.

Thanks Universe!

I’ll be back!

 

 

*Is a week 7 days or 5? Is this a week week or a work week? I don’t get paid, so is this even work? Oh! So many questions! Tell you what. You tell me if this week is 5 days or 7 days and I will oblige. Yes. This is a limited time offer for you to be the boss of me. Don’t get used to it. Control freak, remember? It may never happen again. Go ahead and leave a comment. I’ll follow through. We both know I can!

**Lies! All lies! I am so far past the borderline I have started my own Pollyanna Parliament!

***A 5k run/walk (WALK!). Crazy? Oh, yes. Yes, I am!

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I am the Don Music of Guest Blogging

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It’s all in there.

I swear.

All I have to do is get it out.

But, oh! The getting it out!

It’s so much more difficult than it should be.

I have done everything short of yelling, “Oh! I’ll never get it out! Never! Never! NEVER!”

I feel just like this guy.

If only I had a Kermit.

Me! Me! Me! Meeeee!

Why do I agree to these things? I say I’ll do a thing because I want to do the thing. I am capable of doing the thing. I will maybe even be halfway decent at doing the thing. Maybe, just maybe, someone will even enjoy the thing. The thing will be good for me. It will allow me to flex a new muscle. It will show *me* I can do the thing. I swear I’m going to do the thing!

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BUT!

Then I have to actually do the thing and that is not easy. In fact, it is difficult.

Capital “Things“?

I have them all figured out. Things are easy. They are mine. They are delightful. Happy. Smart. Positive. Fun. Energetic. Adventurous. Kind. I’m happy to spend all my time and energy on my Things. I am fully invested in Things.

It’s those darned lower case “things” that get me all tongue tied and twisted* into knots. Why is it so hard?

I’ll just wait here while you all do the research and get back to me with a definitive answer to my question. *twiddles thumbs* *looks skyward to day dream*

Hmm? What’s that? You don’t know the answer!?! Oh darn. I was really hoping you would because I am totally clueless. Baffled in Bedford. Yup. That’s me.

Except, well, you see, the thing** is, I really do want to give these things a go. So, I have to muster up the courage and take the next step. I’ll try to keep my whining to a relatively inaudible whimper. I promise.

I have to write a bio. A biography. It’s really more of an “autobio” since I am writing it myself, though, isn’t it? I mean isn’t that one of the first things you learn when you start reading about famous people or historical figures? Biographies are books written by other people about a person and Autobiographies are written by the person who is the subject of the book, right? Why then is “bio” the go to term on the internet. Alex is right. The internet *is* crazy, yo! (But I digress …)

Anyhoo!

Essentially, I have to write an “All About Me” blurb for another blogger, Candace from Life in Pleasantville, who is awesome and talented and sweet and kind (and, and, and!!), who has gathered some other really talented writers to write some blog posts over the summer AND (yeah, I just typed that again!) I am feeling very – I’ve got to be honest – intimidated and thinking that maybe she has me confused with another Peady.. or accidentally asked me.. or maybe, just maybe she had had one too many Margaritas that fateful night. (Don’t get me wrong. I’m not judging! I would love a few too many Margaritas. Right now. Maybe then I could unclench enough to write this silly “bio”. Autobio! Whatever!!) (GAH!)

She assures me this is not the case. I am still giving her a faraway *side eye*, but that’s just because I am a healthy skeptic.

Hey! That was something about me! Maybe I can do this!

 

*Dave Matthews mind worms are FREE!

**Has anyone seen my thesaurus?!

***For those who are following me on Twitter, I ate the pecan butter tart, like, an hour and forty-seven minutes ago, so I guess I better hit “publish” soon.

**** The “I’m so adjective, I verb nouns” guy is in so many places on the net that it’s hard to apply a source. If you know, let me know!

 

Let’s get our “buts” in check, so we can get our “butts” in gear!

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‘Scuse me while I kiss the sky!

Or eat some Ruffles.

Or don’t go for a walk.

Or maybe skip breakfast.

Or just sit here all day.

Winter has gone on far too long this year, but guess what! In a few weeks it will be warmer and sunnier and I will want to feel better than I do right now and ALL the aforementioned things that may or may not have happened (Who’s to say, really?) over the winter will come running back to me and haunt me with all the woulda, coulda, shoulda uselessness of hindsight. Oh, hindsight! Why must you be 20/20? You are such a jerk!

But! (No no…  it’s okay… this time. Really. I’m going somewhere here.)

It’s not too late! We have time to make a positive change*. You. Me. All of us! We have to start today, though. Right this minute, even.

I will use the body I have to get the body I want. I don’t need a gym. No one needs a gym. Right? I do have Peady Powers after all.

I know what to eat to fuel me. I know that being happy is a choice. I know that going outside as often as possible is good for my brain. I know that the ONE thing I can do today and everyday that I have been avoiding is moving. Oh sure, I can run and play with my kids and I can walk really, really far, but I want to be able to just move more and better as I get older. I don’t want to feel hindered by my age or attitude. I know age is inevitable. I know my attitude is a positive one. The trouble is, I lack confidence in my body and its ability to grow old gracefully.

For instance, right now I know I have committed to do something and I know it will be good for me and won’t take much time, but I am sore. Good sore, mind you, but sore nonetheless. So I have to talk myself into doing it**. Telling you is helping. (Thanks!) I am going to do it though. Right now. I’ll be back. (pfft As if you’d know! You just have to trust me… )

My friend Sheila is a licenced Zumba instructor and has a sincere interest in all things fitness. She is a great influence and a staunch supporter in my quest for better health. She wasn’t always the fitness enthusiast she is today. She has her own journey and reasons for taking charge of her health. We have been friends for a decade or so and we have been witness to lots of life’s ups and downs – including those of the scale variety. I asked her if I could use a quote of hers for this post and being the awesome person she is, of course, she said yes.

“My wake up moment was when I decided I was too young to feel that way. I was not willing to give in to all the little things. I wanted more out of life and I refused to accept all those little discomforts as just part of aging. Yes it’s part of aging if you don’t take care of your body.

I am hitting reboot on my eating habits and exercising. Don’t worry. I haven’t gone too bonkers. I just need to be healthier and there’s no time like the present, right? I am at a place in my life where I need to feel empowered and strong. I have some pretty amazing support. A best friend who will help me to get out and walk as often as possible, a group or two of like-minded people sharing ideas, successes and advice, and a faraway friend who is on her own mission to keep healthy, even as time keeps reminding us of its constant passing.

I am a firm believer of everything in moderation – including moderation!

Honestly, I am. Sort of. Wait. Do the Ruffles count? Oh, never mind. The point is there’s change in the air and I am ready to not only embrace it, but I am also willing and able to cheer you on, too!

So, maybe, just maybe we can get our buts in gear, get our butts in gear AND get our butts in gear! I say we give it a go! Who’s with me?

Have you been taking care of yourself this winter?

*There’s always time for positive change, by the way. Always.

**I did it. I promise.

[edited to add this encouraging Photo by Filip Mroz on Unsplash]