and have only barely managed to climb out. I just wanted to check in and give a quick update.
I have about half of our new house unpacked a process that would be going much faster if the woman who lived here before wasn't nasty as all hell. Okay, I know I have beat the "this bitch was filthy" drum so that everyone can hear it. And I am sure many of you are wondering if I the house was actually dirty or am I just a psychotically clean nutbag that chases people around my house with a Dustbuster?
YES-- it really was that dirty. There really isn't an excuse to leave someone else's property in this condition especially when you have moved all your shizz out and giving the place a moderate scrubbing wouldn't be THAT difficult. ( I really wish I had taken a picture of what I cleaned up from the 3 inch area around the guest toilet--- you would have all lost weight last week because you wouldn't have wanted to eat for 3 days!!! So gross) As for my compulsive need for cleanliness, I am really not that psycho about clean and, for the most part, I don't judge other peoples houses. (But this house was out of control and past the point of any reasonable excuse.) I am not secretly whipping out a white glove to check the status of your bathroom sink. What I am psycho about is order and organization-- I can't stand clutter. I also find that once one is able to achieve some measure of order and organization--- keeping clean isn't that difficult. Long story short I really resent having to clean up someone else's filth.
On a brighter note, I finally weighed myself for the first time in 2 weeks. The scale rang up 194.4-- whew *wipes sweat off forehead* which is approx a 3lb loss since my last weigh in. I had been avoiding the scale like crazy for over a week -- the first week I couldn't have weighed if I wanted because the scale was in a box, the second week was just pure avoidance. As a general rule, I don't weigh myself daily -- for me, I find that it causes more problems than it solves. In an effort to improve my mental health along with my physical health, I try to not let my mood and happiness be ruled by the # on scale. I find that if I weigh myself daily I end up beating myself up unnecessarily for what often amounts to fluctuations due to water retention or being constipated. And really, should your psyche have to take a beating because your colon is being a slacker??
I have avoided weighing myself the past couple weeks because A) I have been eating junk and not working out and B) If I did have a gain there really wasn't shit I could do about it with all my stuff crammed into a cardboard box. My first reaction was total disbelief because all I could think about were our food choices of late ---- but then I thought about my refrigerator that is crammed with take out boxes of meals that I had to bring home because I could only eat a 1/4 of what was served to me. And once again, I thought about how much I love my band.