I think all of us can say that we collect things. Knick-knacks, figurines, rocks, shells, books, music, plants, flowers, paintings, art in general are just some of the items I would find in anyone’s home.
I have collections of those mentioned but what caught my eye between yesterday and today is that I collect boxes. Not decorative boxes but boxes for mailing and/or storing. I have small boxes for jewelry; US mail boxes I’ve received from one of my family and large boxes from moves I’ve made.
Because my family lives all over the United States, I’m always looking for a box to use. Therefore, I have a closet full of boxes, two stacks of boxes on the floor and a cupboard that has several boxes in it.
In my decluttering mode I am going to get rid of some of those boxes. There are some that have been in my closet since we moved into this house and that was over seven years ago. I do believe it is time for some of them to go, don’t you?
Another thing I began today since I’ve read some journals on how the writer has gained weight and clothes are not fitting like they used to. Let me put it bluntly, some of my clothes are just uncomfortable.
That said, I’ve pulled out my Weight Watchers books and food journals. I’ve begun counting points and watching my portions by measuring everything. My primary goal is to make sure I get my three portions of diary, five servings of fruits and vegetables and eight, eight ounce glasses of water. After that, I will fill in with protein and carbs.
I don’t know how well I’ll do or how long I will do it but I’m going to give it a go. I’ve also been bringing in some physical activity. I can only take this one day at a time but I’m tired of being uncomfortable in my clothes.
There was a time, when my days began with exercise. I thought I would never give it up. I got the rush from exercising. Now, I can’t seem to get myself going. Michael tells me that I have to take into consideration the medication I take and that it robs me of my energy. I hate to admit to that but it is true. I’m finding I need to be open minded to what I can do and be willing to change exercise strategies when needed.
mz. em
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Quote of the Day:
“So many women just don’t know how great they really are. They come to us all vogue outside and vague on the inside.”
— Mary Kay Ash
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Currently Reading:
“Duma Key” by Stephen King
“Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy” by Sarah Ban Breathnach
“Opening our Hearts, Transforming our Losses” by Al-Anon Family Groups
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I am a saver of boxed, too! But I have had a blessing in the form of a husband who hates boxes being saved…so as hard as I try to save them, he roots them out and cuts them up and puts them out on recycle day! I really have to alert him to a special box that I particularly want saved for a specific reason…and he will maybe leave it alone… for a little while. That’s not to say we are clutter-free, because this just applies to boxes… not clutter. All our clutter lives mostly in the basement, so out of sight, out of mind for the most part. I’d love to have a clutter-free life/basement though. Just once in my life.
I’ve been swamping out my apartment. Gracious! How things do accumulate! I discovered a couple of boxes of stuff that I never unpacked when I moved in here in August of 2004. Guess I don’t need that stuff, heheh.
The reason for the spring cleaning is that I just got a cat. He’s a 2 year old, orange and white shorthair. An expat from Seattle just left here for Poland, of all places. If he goes back to the states, he wants me to send the cat, but I’ll believe that when I see it.
“Bobo” is grieving right now, but he’s starting to get used to the idea that he will be with me for a while. At least he’s not sitting in the cat carrier waiting for D to pick him up any more. This evening he came out of the sweatshirt cubby and sat looking at me for a while. That’s progress.
Gives me a chance to practice patience, at any rate. I really want to pet him and cuddle him, but he’s not ready.
Hugs from Asia,
~ Sil
well,i used to have a lot of boxes, but my wife has thrown them all out. 🙂