Some Good News & Some Bad News
First the good news: I recently closed and moved into my new condo – Yippee!!!
Now the bad news: I have a confession…I’m a slacker. Yup it’s true, allow me to explain…
I can’t believe I’ve been offline for a month. So much has happened over the past few weeks I hardly know where to begin so I’ll start by saying I’ve missed you!!
Having previously purchased a home 10 years ago, I was no stranger to this stress induced process. From lessons learned I knew I had to be proactive by taking a hiatus from the blog to accomplish all the necessary tasks associated with homeownership.
I should have recognized the ominous signs the Friday before my closing. My son had just completed taking me out to run some errands in anticipation of the upcoming move and I said to myself “hmmm I’ve been doing real well on Weight Watcher’s so I need a tasty snack.”
It’s one thing to think to oneself a quiet thought and quite another for one’s mouth to open against one’s will and speaketh the following: “Can we swing by KFC (Kentucky Fried Chicken) and order a 20 piece hot wings and potato wedges please? Oh, and you can order something for yourself too.” I knew I was way out of line here but again I kept telling myself “you have a reason to celebrate and deserve this one guilty pleasure Steph.” Unfortunately I allowed myself to believe the nonsense spewing forth from my brain and after inhaling the wings to my horror this scrumptious little treat was the beginning of my healthy demise.
The morning of the closing was spectacularly beautiful and I couldn’t wait to attack the day. First order of business was to meet my realtor at the condo at which point I was given the keys (I think I was gushing). Then it was off to the closing to sign my name a zillion times and finally the words I was longing to hear “Congratulations, you are now a homeowner!!”
My cousin dropped me off at my new place so that I could meet the locksmith to change the locks then subsequently my brother would be bringing all of my packed totes and smaller furniture pieces. The transitory phase as I like to refer to it is that stage of moving when you no longer feel at home in your previous residence and yet you’re out of sorts in the new home.
Thoughts of everything I need to do, cleaning, moving, organizing, companies to contact, contractors to secure, and quotes to obtain, future purchases that have to be made were swirling around in my head and I kept telling myself to breathe lest I begin to feel overwhelmed and lose heart. Once I have a vision though I can’t rest until it’s a reality.
With summer just around the bend the deck is taking first priority of being scraped and prepped to be repainted. This past weekend I settled on wall colors for the bathroom and kitchen and once these are painted the carpeting in the living/dining and hallway areas will be removed and replaced with hardwood.
A kitchen remodel and converting the second bedroom to an office are the next projects on the agenda and I’m eagerly looking forward to the updated spaces. Replacing windows and the large sliding glass door in the living room will have to happen before winter comes around again. Ahhhh, to be a homeowner!!
Immediately after the closing as I was sitting here all alone with nothing but my thoughts to keep me entertained I was wondering if I would feel the “buyer’s remorse” that I felt very quickly after my first home buying experience. One of the things I was so glad I had in my possession this time around is my trusty steno pad. With so many tasks to be completed I was able to quickly jot down what I needed and then cross off those items that have been resolved.
After the locksmith left I allowed my cousin and aunt to talk me into going to a late lunch at one of my favorite restaurants Armstrong’s (they have the absolute best Reuben sandwiches). So again I play this “time to celebrate” routine and order a Reuben and French fries that are no less than a gazillion calories. I won’t even begin to pretend that I plugged this mess into Weight Watchers because I didn’t. As a matter of fact I haven’t gotten on the scale in weeks although I did go to Planet Fitness with my cousin and the plan is to go there 2-3 times a week however I’m thinking I just may join a local gym close to where I live.
The day after my closing (Friday) my friend Lori came down from New York to help me move on Saturday. So for those of you keeping score I had the pre-closing celebration, the closing celebration, the after closing celebration (yes, I was on a roll), now it’s the “my friend came from New York celebration” and we went to one of our favorite haunts where I ordered either a club sandwich and fries or a chicken salad (can’t remember which but neither were the healthy variety).
On Saturday morning (moving day) after preparing for a very busy day I go to Dunkin Donuts to order a container of coffee and a dozen donuts (a few of which have sprinkles on them – yum). What kind of monster am I? I can’t expect my friends Carl and JT to help me move and not offer some energy food right? In case you’re wondering I had a total of 3, yes 3, donuts and they were positively scrumptious.
I’m a tad saddened to say that the remaining days and weeks after my first foray into the diabolical world of unhealthy food were more of the same. I went to places like Chick-Fil-A, IHOP, Olive Garden, more Armstrong’s and Bob Evans and I’m beginning to feel the effects of the sludge moving through my veins.
I will get back on track with Weight Watchers and going regularly to the gym after all I have some cute outfits that I won’t be able to wear this summer if I continue in this manner. Speaking of which, I can’t wait to share some of my recent finds over the next few weeks.
So as you can see the good news is very good and the bad news is, well, bad but I’m a great believer in taking the good with the bad and in this case even the very bad.
It’s great to be back in the saddle or in this particular situation at the desk and I’ll talk with you again tomorrow.
“Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.” ~John Ed Pearce