Fat Nerd Fit

The new year is fast approaching and I, like most of the world, am looking for what is to come and looking back one what has been accomplished. When I look back at 2017 all in all I am happy with what was accomplished. -- I went from a job that I really liked that didn't pay the bills to a job that I love that does pay the bills. WIN -- I've lost 22.4 pounds while just half assing my efforts. WIN -- I've helped my husband get off his pre-diabetes medication and lose over 40 pounds. WIN -- I won NaNoWriMo 2017 and wrote over 50,000 words in November. WIN -- I am truly happy with where I see my future going. WIN I did not lose the 50 pounds I wanted to. I did not finish my novel. I did not make my 1000 purposeful miles. I did not get close to any of these goals that I shared on December 31, 2016. But I feel like I did achieve goal number 1 on that list. Goal number 1 was Happiness. I feel like I did that. I am happy. I feel at ease. I feel content. I feel a...

So, um, yeah, November has come and gone. Hope you had a good Thanksgiving! Things have been busy in my neck of the woods. I’m still adjusting to working full time again after nearly a year of part time employment, of course, the holidays have arrived, and last month was also NaNoWriMo! National Novel Writing Month is an international annual challenge to write 50,000 original words (the average length of a novel) in the month of November. I did the challenge last year and failed miserably, not even making it half way to my goal. This year, however, at 9:00 pm on November 30 (the deadline is midnight) I submitted 50,075 words written in November! I was super stoked to be able to meet the challenge! I was that crazy person in the breakroom at work with my laptop, I tippy-tapped away on the keys while at home watching TV with the hubby, and on one particularly productive day off I wrote over 7,000 words while doing laundry and meal prep. I ended up with two short stories and th...

As a general rule, I try to give teenagers the benefit of the doubt. I know that they can be annoying and loud and obnoxious. They do dumb things and will act oddly just to get the attention. I didn’t think it at the time, but I am confident that adults felt the same about me when I was a teenager. At the book store, I run two very teenager heavy sections. Some of the teens do get on my nerves because they are still developing their people skills. A couple are just obnoxious in general. But the vast majority of them are awesome people-in-progress. Adults gave me tons of leeway and patience when I was younger, and I try to extend the same courtesy. As you’ve no doubt heard a million times: if you treat them as adults, they will behave as adults. I take them and their thoughts and ideas seriously. I listen to their opinions and engage them in conversation. We debate who the best Robin is (Dick Grayson). We discuss our theories as to where the MCEU is going. Who would win the Hulk...

I don't tell secrets unless someone is in danger. I know of no one in danger, therefore I have no secrets I am willing to share.

Relaxation is a key part of taking care of yourself. We can schedule the days, check off the to-do lists, accomplish all the thing- including eating right and working out- but that’s not all you need to do. Sometimes you need to do nothing. In a perfect world, I’d love to put time aside to relax once a week, or more often. But, usually, I’m lucky to get in purposeful relaxion once a month. I’m one of those multi-taskers that can’t sit still very well. As I type, I am working on catching up on blogtober, watching Spider-Man Homecoming, baking muffins, and thinking about what must get done next week. Oh, and playing around on the Stargate Forum. But, when I do get around to relaxing, my favorite thing to do is to give myself a facial, take an Epsom salt bath with some essential oils, listen to my spa playlist and read a book. My dog gets really confused when I do this and usually lays on the bathroom rug judging me silently. I like to do this when no one else is home so I can hav...

I have no problem growing old. I refuse to grow-up.

I try very hard to respect people’s phobias. I try very hard not to make fun of people for them, or tease them about them, or belittle them because of them. I am scared to great-googly-moogly of geckos. The house I grew up in had so many geckos! I saw them crawl out of a sink faucet, ninja out of a crack in a countertop, and freaking materialize in the middle of a room as I walk across it. They died in light fixtures and left creepy gecko corpse shadows in the ceiling. They jumped off the door at you when you approached just trying to get into the house. I have stepped on something “wet” in the middle of the night only to wake up to a corpse in the middle of my bedroom in the morning. I had a lot of friends tease me over how much they freak me out. I know that they had no intension of being mean. It was intended as good-natured ribbing. But that teasing struck me harder than the other times because I felt like my fear was something I had no control over. I could try a n...