A Healthy Ambition: The Routine Check-up

Over the past few months, I've obviously fallen off of the healthy train.  In fact, I would probably venture out to say that I jumped off the back of it, stuck a middle finger up as it took off, and began hoofing it in the opposite direction.

Not one of my better decisions.

Why this happened can be attributed to all of the usual suspects: I was too busy, lazy, stressed, lazy, tired, lazy, and so on and so forth.  When I took a look at those reasons, you can guess what the common factor I found was.  I've just been too damn lazy.  As a result, I've been eating humongous portions of food, most of which is white rice and meat products (because I come from Hawaii and that's how we do), I've been avoiding salads like they're going to kill me or something, I've canceled my gym membership (which was more for financial reasons -- that I'll divulge sometime next week -- than anything else), my treadmill has sat abandoned and lonely in the corner as it collects dust and makes me dog a little uneasy, and I've just been...wallowing.

Then I went to see my PCP for my first physical check-up in three years, and all I have to show for my incredibly poor self-care and eating/fitness habits is that I'm a 27 year old with scary-high cholesterol and an increasingly high glucose level, and that if this doesn't change I'm heading for either a heart attack and/or diabetes or cholesterol meds which will make it dangerous/impossible for me to have children.

What.  Have.  I.  Done?!

So, needless to say things are about to change in my world.  Operation "A Healthy Ambition" is way on again and this time I have a little more at stake than fitting into that cute pair of skinny jeans in my closet.  So if any of you out there on the world wide web have any suggestions for recipes, cookbooks, informational books, workouts, etc. that you've really benefited from and would like to share, believe me, I'm all ears.

Here's to a new me.

Our First Place

This will be a short post, mostly because I'm sad and I don't want to think about what I'm thinking about for too long.  But it's here in my head and on the tip of my tongue pretty much all day, so I need to get it out somewhere.

In 2 weeks, Nate and I will be packing up our lives and moving out of our first place together.  And usually you hear about this happening and it's a bittersweet thing -- the couple moves out in order to move on to something bigger and better.  They think about their small, cheap place with tons of charm and smile over it, but they accept that they've grown out of it and it's time to make memories in their next place.

This is not that situation.  Our place is not small, nor is it cheap.  But it does have tons of charm.  It's our perfect first place: 2 bedroom, 1 bath, small-but-not-too-small kitchen with gas range that Nate loves to cook on, bay window looking out into the fenced-in oak-tree-shaded backyard that Finn runs around in, off-street parking, laundry, great landlord, great neighbors, convenient to public transportation, private.  Ours.  We've been here to for 2 years and have made enough memories here that I'm grieving now that we're moving out.

We're moving out to move back in with Nate's mom, to save money so I can get out of debt, so I can take some classes that I've been wanting to take, so we can save money to travel and do the things we've been dreaming of.  And while all of that is amazing and Nate is amazing for even being willing to sacrifice so much for me...I'm still a complete wreck over losing our first place.

It's silly, I know.  It's just an apartment, right?  But it's how I feel.