I wanted to go to the gym yesterday.
I wanted to go for a bagel breakfast yesterday.
I wanted to wander the city yesterday.
Instead… I packed.
…. and packed some more.
… then I cleaned.
…. then I packed some more.
While yes, I HAVE been packing for weeks all the stuff I don’t need/use on a daily basis, winter clothes, waffle maker, extra towels, etc etc
But now it’s like, EVERYTHING needs to go. I’m down to the bare minimum.
The 4 plates, mug and utensils I’m using now are old/chipped/done, so once moving day comes, they get tossed in a garbage bag and dropped down the garbage chute.
Even though the temperatures are FINALLY more reasonable, I know I’m not going to need a jacket this week so the remainder of stuff in my coat closet is gone.
One maxi dress and my bridesmaid’s dress from my brother’s wedding.
Clearly not really what I’m wearing to work this week… so what AM I wearing to work you ask?
Basically I had my laundry bag full of my clothes from last week I washed. My logical thinking is if I wore it last week then it’s perfectly fine stuff I’ll want to wear this week and can just toss in a gym bag when the week is over. Easy and done with.
My home is looking very… un-home-like.
My project for tonight is a big one…
Deconstructing this bookcase. The story behind the BUILDING of this bookcase is one that shows how stubborn I am and is riddled with severely bruised shins and a sobbing breakdown where I finally admitted “I need help”.
It wasn’t pretty folks.
This was a huge day… the plans were made and moving day is 95% fully scheduled for Friday. Providing I do have the day off, I will be packed up and back in the Maritimes by Friday night.
I know I was planning on moving this weekend, but for some reason FRIDAY seems so much more real and close than Saturday/Sunday. It was a bit emotional for me, to be completely honest.
Once 7pm rolled around I had zero desire to cook. My house was a heat bomb, I was tired, I was in a funk, so I decided to end my life in this apartment most likely the same way I started out there 6 years ago.
… and then a mini McFlurry and a Tim Hortons cookie… drenched in sprinkles.
(because I had to use up the sprinkles!)
After two cheat meals this weekend I’m feeling kind of blah, so I am fully back on a meal plan and back in the gym today… I want to get back into a routine before the move, and I’m hoping this bloating subsides. (… I will state I AM only up 6 pounds so the damage isn’t bad!)
So please bare with me this week as I may be all over the place with sentimental moving posts, diet posts, workout posts, who knows what posts.
But be warned now, there will be a “the day Fritz put on his harness” post that will be hilarious and possibly end with me blogging from the ER
He was so calm and laid back yesterday through all my packing he has no idea what’s to come. I didn’t want to stress him out with the harness fitting yesterday, I figured a few more days of chilling would be good for the little bugger.
Happy Monday Everyone!
Do you find moving hard/nostalgic? Or am I just crazy?