Places in my house decluttered so far:
- master bedroom (including the closets, the night stand, the dresser)
- master bathroom (including under the sink)
- kitchen (yes, I said good bye to a lot of unused tupperware, and the fridge and freezer are clean)
- front hall closet (bye bye old coats!)
- linen closet (holy moly did I have a lot of sheets that fit beds I no longer have)
Plus, I'm making serious progress on the downstairs office-turned-places-where-I-store-all-t
Estimation on pounds of stuff I've gotten out of my house: 300-350. Just wait until I hit the library and go through the cookbooks I never use...
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Random note #1 - I love macaroni and cheese with peas. Love love love it.
Random note #2 - I just got a phone call asking me to be on the vestry for my church. Wow.
Random note #3 - Luck is not with me at poker this weekend, sad sad.
Random note #4 - Red wine only lasts 2 days. I have discerned this from empirical evidence.
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I am proud to say that for the 12 days of January, I have exercised 15 min for 10 of them. That's not counting all the running up and down the stairs to take trash into the garage, and stuff to give away into the trunk of the car. I'm finding I have a lot more energy these days, though it could be the caffeine.
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I skipped church today in favor of sleeping in and cancelling out my sleep deprivation. I slept for about 12 hours minus the time I woke up at 7:30 to let the dog out and go back to sleep. I woke up with a headache, what's with that? I felt icky and wasn't going to exercise, but I decided to do just the situps and other strength things, and then I just said 'might as well finish it off', and did the running bit. And I felt better after that.
Why do we hate to start exercising, even though we know we feel good later?