Une Vie Chic

Last week was..... interesting.  My brother graduated high school, I saw my niece take half steps, and I learned to shoot a rifle well enough to beat my husband.  There were some not so great moments as well, but such is life.

But coming home, even arriving at 2:30 a.m. after a nearly 22 hour drive I just felt able to release a breath I didn't realize I was holding.  My home.  It's a disaster with furniture sprinkled throughout like a madmen was there and I cannot just decide on a paint color for fear of hating it once it's done.  But it's ours.  It's not our forever home, but it's our first home we chose and the openness of it just calms me in a way I hadn't realized before.  

Garret's back at work, I'm on bedrest because my tailbone is killing me after all the time on my butt last week.  Today I had a dental appointment from hell.  I usually actually zone out during dental appointments but between the receptionist and the dentist I won't be going back to this particular one.  But I'm sitting at the diner sipping coffee, reading Bergdorf Blondes for a quick read, and trying to muster up the motivation to go to the gym and run a few miles.  I know I'll be glad I did it once it's done, but the idea of it is exhausting.  However I have a few items of clothing in my closet calling my name, telling me to tone up for the love of God.  

Which brings me to another point.  I think that thinking, "Once I'm "this" size I'll do "this"." is horribly unhealthy.  I avoid it because I think it keeps me sane to live in the moment.  However, I am also extremely rational and don't like the idea of wasting money on exquisite clothing when I'm still losing weight.  Does anyone else have an item or two of clothing that they are dreaming of owning someday for whatever reason?  I have a post coming up this evening about my dream piece de resistance for my closet!