I wanted to come here to write many times immediately after our epic eastbound journey, to document the various cathartic moments along the way, but the longer I delayed writing them, the more I wanted to keep them to myself. The best I can say now is that the trip provided closure on so many different levels. It was unexpected, and utterly grand. I was able to set foot in this new place to call home with 100% confidence I was doing the right thing,
We have been here 3 months now, nearly to the day. It has been an adjustment, but for the most part, things have gone relatively smooth. After an initial 2 weeks in a extended-stay hotel, we signed a short apartment lease to give us time to house hunt. The hubs has been a stellar SAHD, taking care of the millions of annoying things that crop up during the day when relocating to a new area. Had we both had new jobs here right away, I don't think our transition would have been as smooth. He was able to tour apartments while I was at work. He was able to receive the moving truck of our belongings while I was at work. He was able to update the dogs rabies and licenses so we could sign the lease while I was at work. He was able to unpack our belongings, do all the grocery shopping, make meals, take care of the kid, ON and ON and ON...while I was at work.
For the first time in the history of our relationship, we've had weekends off together, and have been making the most of those by exploring our new surroundings. But now we are settled. The rental apartment walls seem closer everyday. The hubs is desperately missing adult conversation. The kid is going stir crazy and is need of stimulation only early childhood educators can provide. So, after 15 months of the kid being watched by either myself or the hubs, we enrolled him in part time day care. Now the hubs has 2 kid free days a week to play Xbox (or look for a job). Once Dave gains employment and knows his schedule, we can plan for more serious daycare, and buy a house. I know these things take time. I know in a few months it will seem like an eternity since we moved here and were living in a hotel (although, those first 2 weeks seemed really loooong). I know soon we will have a house, and friends, and routine. I'm working on enjoying the process, and trying not to rush things.
The past 6 months have been all about the new job, and the move. I've had my moments of getting my crap together eating/exercising wise, but nothing that I could hang on to for very long. I'm not going to beat myself up about it, I'm done doing that. What I am going to do is forgive myself, and start focusing on taking better care of me. Through trial and error the past few months, I've realized the only time I can consistently get my workout in is in the morning. So, 5am it is. Through trial and error over the past 30 years, I've realized what foods work for me, and what foods don't. I will be adopting a more "flexible eating" approach, tracking my protein, fat, and carbs to match specific targets each day. Yes, it means tracking, weighing my food, and math. But, it doesn't mean restriction, regret, or refusal of any food. To me? That sounds healthy.