It's a new day and I think the sickness has finally left the house. Yesterday I was actually able to get my housework caught up with. My energy is back and I spent some time on the stationary bike. It may not seem like I did much for some people, but for someone my size I think I did a pretty good job. Stayed within my calorie count and then rode the bike for 34 minutes at a rapid pace. I haven't added any resistance yet since I got sick shortly after starting this diet but starting Monday I may need prayers because I will increase the resistance by one every week. I'm keeping my chubby little fingers crossed that I really make a lifestyle change this time and not just a temporary change.
It is suppose to get to cold to leave my plants out this weekend so I started trying to find places to put them inside. This is no easy chore. I have a peace lily that measures a good 6 ft. in diameter. I can't believe I have been able to keep this thing alive for 3 years much less that it has grown into this monster. I love it though. It was a gift given to us when my Mom passed away and I do give it extra attention to keep it alive. I have smaller ones and even a strange tree type plant we call baby George. The reason it is baby George is because it is a rooting from big George. Mother got big George in 1998 when my Dad passed away and she kind of let him have his way when he started to grow. This thing went from being in a 10 inch pot to having to be wheeled around on a cart in one of the biggest pots we could find. He took a drastic cut back just before Mom got sick and then just king of blossomed even bigger. After Mom passed we had a good rooting from him and I didn't have anyplace to keep him and the peace lily so I gave him to our neighbor. She love him and I know that she takes as good of care of him as I would have. He had been around so long it was like adopting out a pet you had forever and just couldn't take care of anymore.
After trying to find a place for all the plants I have taken a big notice in the fact that even though we have a good size house we have crammed way too much junk inside. I usually go through a spell early in the year where I declare to everyone in the house that stuff has got to go. With my knee surgery I wasn't able to make that huge declaration this year...until now. Last night before going to bed I sat everyone down and said I wanted them to just take a look around. They all agreed that we have collected more things than we need and it is time to start moving this junk outta here. We looked at a couple of places to start. We could clean all the left over yard sale things out of the building or start by cleaning out the attic. The way I look at it is that this will do nothing for the household overflow. Except give us more room to store more junk and keep us from throwing more away. I told everyone since they worked it would have to be done on a Saturday and I would find one Saturday this month that we could all get together and throw stuff away. I'm not sure I can wait that long so today I am going to try and start making a dent in my part of the clutter. When I get in these moods it's always good if I have a couple of days to take care of everything. I tend to spend the first day making more mess than I clean. It is really hard to explain to someone when they walk in on Armageddon that it is a work in progress for the good. I'll have to take pictures of the working in progress because without seeing what is going on you would never understand. Most people may go through things as they take them out of the area and throw them away. I am one of those people who likes to see all of it laid out as I walk through with a garbage bag picking up. This of course would lead the city to rope my house in crime scene tape and deny access to the house as a danger zone. I wouldn't blame them I get kind of scared myself as I start stepping over things and having to crawl from closets. But it is such a sense of accomplishment to see the project completed. Of course I do usually call someone and let them know what I am doing so if I go missing they know the last place I was headed and if I am knocked unconscious they may be able to dig through to me before I die. You may be laughing now but just wait and see pictures. If I have the guts to post them. Sometimes this sort of thing is just to traumatic to leave evidence behind.
I admit it. To some degree I am a hoarder. I think I said this before, but they say the first step in getting help is admitting you have a problem. Yes, my name is Tammy and I have a problem, well not a problem but some serious issues with stuff. I have to fight the urge to go to yard sales because I just know there is the perfect something out there, with a can't beat it price, that I didn't know I needed just waiting for me. I have picked up so many things that way just to find myself donating them to charity or selling them at my own yard sale. Have you ever passed a yard sale and thought you could just hear this great bargain calling to you. I mean it can be just a sign in the middle of the highway and you just know that if you don't go you will miss out on the next great million dollar item that can be picked up for a few pennies. As I sit here hanging my head I realize that yes this is an addiction. I wonder if they cure something like this at those resort addiction programs I keep seeing advertised on television? If so, sign me up. Yep I am a yard sale addict and I need a spa centered, island addiction center to get me well. Just remember I may be prone to several relapses over time as I come back home to reality and start seeing those neon pieces of construction paper taped to flimsy sticks stating I am missing out on something big. For now it is Friday and I promise not to leave the house so that temptation doesn't reach me until I have at least made a dent in last years magnificent yard sale finds. The truck for the local charity runs here on Tuesday so wish me luck. If you don't hear from me just know that somewhere in the middle of a pile of things in the house I have probably fallen and I can't get up, and no one has come home and had time to find me yet. Maybe I should open a window and get a flare gun. Hmmm.
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