Over the weekend, J and I were chilling out on the couch and started watching
Sick, Fat and Nearly Dead, a documentary about Joe, an Australian guy who goes on a 60-day juice fast when he finally reaches a breaking point with his shitty health - he was 300 pounds, exhausted, and had some sort of auto-immune skin disease that caused him to break out in itchy rashes all the time. He films himself doing the fast as he travels across the U.S. talking to people about health and healthy eating, and by the end of the fast, he's lost a shit-ton of weight (something like 90 pounds), feels amazing, and has been taken off all the prednisone he was on for his disease because he's no longer having flare-ups. Along the way, he meets Phil, a truck-driver who weighs 420 pounds and is a cheeseburger away from a heart-attack, and Phil is inspired and decides to follow Joe's lead and starts his own juice fast and healthy living plan (all of this is under the supervision of a doctor). By the end of the movie, he's lost almost 180 pounds and his life is transformed.
I eat this stuff up. My fitness business is all about getting people to just *start* living healthier, and take it a day at a time. So I was truly verklempt watching Phil's transformation, and J and I were so inspired by the whole thing (plus, we're totally lemmings) that I had gone onto Amazon.com and ordered a juicer before the movie was even over. Neither of us needs to go on a 60 day juice fast, but we're going to work homemade fruit and veggie juices into our diets, and do 3-5 day juice fasts on a regular basis, maybe once a month or so. We signed up for a
CSA delivery that starts on Monday, and I'm off to the grocery store with a list that includes kale, beets, ginger root, celery, apples, and all kinds of other stuff that we'll be juicing.
And yes, I know I'm a geek.
- Josie has hit the Terrible Twos.
Zeke never really went through the Terrible Twos. His were more the Terrible Threes. So when Josie suddenly went from being a sweet, agreeable little monkey to a whiny, bossy asshole, we were a bit taken aback.
In her defense, she's not an asshole all the time. Just a lot of the time. Fussing, bitching, throwing things, crying over nothing. But, it'll pass. Zeke, conversely, went from being a moody asshole to an absolute delight (except for the constant poop and fart talk, but I'll deal). I guess it's the universe's way of balancing things out.
- Zeke is headed to big-boy school (sort of).
I submitted Zeke's application for pre-kindergarten a couple of weeks ago (he'll be 5 this year, but because his birthday is after the October 1 cut-off, he'll start kindergarten when he's nearly 6). I look at him and he's not a baby or even a toddler. He's a kid.
I don't understand how this happened.
- The light at the end of the tunnel.
The move from Hawaii put us in a HUGE financial hole. Huge. I had to cash out a 401(K), then I fucked up the taxes on it so we were slammed with a $10K tax bill 2 years ago. Our tenants in our Hawaii house then abandoned their lease early, so we had to stop paying the mortgage 14 months ago. We're trying to get rid of the house in a short sale, but we've been under contract twice and twice the buyers have walked away for various and sundry reasons. I'm hopeful that third time will be the charm (and that we'll manage to close before the HOA forecloses as they've been threatening to do). Plus we've had (and still have) about $2K a month in daycare expenses, J had hernia surgery then lost his job, one of our cars kept breaking down, our pipes froze last winter, the A/C broke in the summer, etcetera etcetera.
But. The huge weight I've felt in my chest is starting to lighten. Last year's tax refund paid off the previous year's deficit, and this year's we actually get to keep! And we're selling one of the cars. And my Beachbody business is starting to earn me some real money (not enough to quit my job - yet - but enough that it can make a difference in our lives and our financial stability)*. So we'll be able to pay off two loans altogether, and start paying down another debt, and maybe actually start to save a little bit.
It's so nice to have a little bit of relief after feeling for over 3 years that we were drowning.
I'm going to Vegas in June for Beachbody's big annual coach's convention. The money I'm making from the business allows me to afford the trip. I will be rooming with my friend
Ferreh, who is hilarious. If she and I lived in the same city, we would get in a lot of trouble together. And I've never been to Vegas.
Can. Not. Wait.
I've got a flex day tomorrow, so I will be hitting the slopes on my new skis. Have a good weekend, all!
*Seriously - if you're unemployed, underemployed, looking for a side gig to provide some extra cash flow, email me. Not only is there money to be made, but it is so much fun to help people get healthy.
Yep, watch the fuck out, Vegas, 'cause Wendy and I will be escaping our asshole two year olds and making the most of it!
ReplyDeleteOh, and BTW, big ups for hitting Ruby! I'm starting to feel like friggin' Good Luck Chuck over here... my accountability parter for the SC Challenge just went Diamond, you're a C hair away, and I'm stewing at Emerald. Gotta hustle!