It’s been close to a year since I first started decluttering life. It started with a few books. Then there was a very compelling documentary. And then the discovery that less is more.
Over this past year, I would say that my family has cut down the clutter by half. And I feel good about that, but I also feel that there is still so much. It’s not that I want to have a home with completely bare walls or rooms… that would be silly. I just want to have a home that seeks to place importance on something other than the stuff we acquire.
I really loathe dieting. Seriously. I don’t like telling myself that I can or can’t have something. I don’t like worrying about calories or sugar or fat or carbs or anything else.
I just can’t stand it.
And I’ve tried darn near every method out there.
I’ve gone no carb, low carb, cut the sugar, count the calories, portion control containers, fancy pills, super shakes, cut the fat, load up on the protein, fruit in the morning, no fruit at all, and so on and so forth.
And I’ve done the exercise to go with it. I’ve done gyms and fancy workout routines within the gyms, I’ve done walking and shaking and jumping and jiggling. I’ve used weights and my own body weight. I’ve raised my heart rate and sweated until the carpet was soaked. I’ve done it all.
And I’m fat.
It’s been getting more and more difficult lately for me to stomach social media. I used to not mind the constant barrage of garbage that streamed out at me. In fact, I used to chime in all the time with a bunch of my own opinions. But I have changed quite a bit and now I just don’t want to join the masses. I’m still on my social media sites, but it’s not like it was once upon a time for me.
I left Facebook for quite a while, and I wonder every day why on earth I rejoined. Most of the time, I just don’t see the point. There are a few groups I enjoy being a part of, but that’s it. I convince myself to stay because there are a few family members and friends that I know I will never hear from if I leave. I know this because I did leave and it was as if I ceased to exist. It’s sad. And I often wonder why I care when obviously taking time outside of Facebook is so hard for others… Ugh. But I do care… so I stay.
I recently purchased another Chic Sparrow traveler’s notebook. This time I got the Sidekick. I’ve seen so many people turn these things into wallets that I thought I would do it, too. I’d tried the wallet thing once before and didn’t like it, but I thought maybe now would be different since I have grown so much in my crafty abilities.
Have you ever felt like you lost who you were somehow? I’ve been going through that a bit lately. Actually, I’ve been going through that for quite some time now. I work so hard at being a mom and wife, but somewhere along the way I began forgetting to work on me. And I don’t just mean weight loss here. That seems to be a never ending battle for myself and for many other women. What I mean is that somewhere along the way I forgot to pursue the things that I’m passionate about… And eventually, somehow, somewhere along the way, I just forgot altogether what made me, well, me.
So I decided to do something about it. I’ve always loved journaling and I decided to join a group that was dedicated to helping women figure out just who they are outside of motherhood. A group that uses journaling to get to heart of who you are. I’m not promoting the group (not an affiliate, not getting paid) so I am not going to put any links or anything. I just wanted to come on my blog and share a little bit about something I enjoy that’s making a difference in my life.