I really should be cleaning the kitchen-

Honestly...if I cleaned the kitchen maybe then I would finally take those "after" photos which show how absolutely fabulous (if I don't say so myself) the teal kitchen remodel from last year turned out. I'll get to it I promise.

Meanwhile it is freaking JUNE!! How the heck did that happen?  I'm totally kicking myself for not blogging and therefore documenting all that has been happening with me and mine. I've been working on many many things, and for whatever reason, just didn't feel like sharing. Couldn't decide how real to be...and couldn't really stomach not being real at all.

So what is real?

Real is that I'm not a scrapbooker anymore. Haven't picked up paper or glue in over a year. I don't think I've wanted to say that out loud...and I'm not saying I'll never get back to it, or a new incarnation of it...but it isn't on my radar right now.

Real is that I'm still struggling working on the "year of me" which is now "year two of me" which really just needs to be "life of me"...I think I'm finally figuring out that taking care of myself shouldn't have a year attached to it...and in reality, it shouldn't be that big of a deal...I'm getting there...but after so many years of not taking care of myself, it has taken some getting used to.

Real is that I am working multiple jobs and that on occassion I let them work me, rather than me work them. But I've recently taken back the reigns and busy is busy but not out of control (finally)

Real is that I'm still working out with my trainer, who is now so much more than a trainer, and a whole lot more like a best friend. I don't know which lucky stars I need to thank for connecting with him, but I'm grateful beyond words.

Real is that no matter how much I punch, kick, sweat and swear, my body hasn't changed in the obvious ways that I wanted it to. Yeah, yeah, I'm stronger and healthier and more flexible, blah blah blah...but I'm not going to be running around in tiny tank tops this Summer. I'm finally done being pissed about that.

Real is that I've done the Weight Watchers thing admitedly half heartedly...lost 30...gained 10...losing that 10 again.

Real is that I've recently stepped away from the point counting and am working on a new eating plan...it is affectionately called the "fuck no" diet. Meaning, fuck no I will not eat sugar...or floury carbs...or red meat...or cheese...or pretty much anything else that have been the staples of my diet for the last 40 years.

Real is that I have the cutest husband, and that he not only puts up with, but tries to keep up with all of my crazy...and he does so much to pick up the slack around here while I adjust to new things.

Real is that I love photography....but I let myself lose some of my passion for the art and creativity in the nitty gritty that is the business end. I'm working on changing that.

Real is that my child is growing up before my eyes...that he is finishing 2nd grade next week and that he cracks me up every day and I miss writing about his crazy antics.

Real is that I have a lot to say...and I'm tired of not saying it.

Real is that those dishes really need to get done now....