Moving vs. Weight Loss: And the winner is ...

So here's the deal.  We're moving.  And by "we," I mean the whole family.  All SIX of us.

This means I'm tired and spent (and maybe slightly grumpy) and working my tail off from morning 'til night to sift through drawers and cupboards and closets full of junk to see what gets tossed, what goes to charity, and what gets boxed.  And then I box it.

How do my weight loss efforts fit into this process?   They don't, that's how.

Trying to lose weight is a very stressful endeavor for me.  Maybe it shouldn't be, but it is.  It requires getting up at 4:30 a.m. nearly every day to work out, fretting about every crumb that goes into my mouth, drinking enough water to have me running to the bathroom 20 times per day, and dreading that weekly step onto the scale.  It's a process that requires my utmost focus and attention.

Focus and attention.  Two things in very short supply in my world right now.

My daily routine currently consists of waking extra early to get to work extra early so that I can come home extra early to work extra hard packing up our massive amounts of stuff.

Then I go to bed.  Much later than I'd like.

Then I get up and do it again.  Lather, rinse, repeat.  I told my husband the other day that it feels like one day is just bleeding into the next.  I can't tell them apart anymore.  Work, pack, sleep.  Work, pack, sleep.

I eat what I can, when I can, and cannot allow myself to stress over the calorie count, or feel guilty about missing my workouts because I'm too exhausted to jump out of bed and onto the treadmill at 4:30 a.m.

To quote a favorite ridiculous viral video:  Not happenin', man.

This could be the scene in my front yard come Saturday morning.  I may just snap and drive the truck right into the house.

If I were a stronger, more dedicated human being, I'd probably be able to move to a new house AND lose weight all at the same time.  But I'm just not "there" yet.  Don't get me wrong.  I am in LOVE with the idea of our new home and all the extra space.  The getting there is hard, but the living there will be totally worth all of the work.

When life settles down (at least to a degree) and I am able to direct my focus and attention toward my goals once again, I'll be right back at it.

For now, though, moving my little family and all their crap is my main focus.

The rest will have to wait.  And I do mean, the "rest."  Pun totally intended there.

p.s.  My hat's off to all you military folk who do this a thousand and one times during your life span. Mad respect.