No More Excuses

So I started this whole blog thing originally because I’m a theories kind of person. I have theories about everything. Theories about raising kids, marriage, organization, money, sex, (lets go here for a minute…I have this Carrie Bradshaw dream of writing about sex, getting a book deal, and going on lavish vacations with my best friends, but I’m not quite sure I’m ready yet. Don’t get me wrong, the world would be a better place if more men could hear the bawdy things my girlfriends and I talk about, but my Grandparents have internet access, just sayin) and plenty of other things that for some reason I’m so passionate about. This combined with my love of writing brings us to this blog. So while I really enjoyed the “day in the life of me” direction the blog was taking (in the whopping 4 posts I made) I want to start it back up on a different foot…a ranting foot of course!

I read an article not too long ago that said there are only four things that you ultimately have control of when it comes to your health: the choice not to smoke, a dedication to exercise, eating a good diet, and having an optimistic attitude. Well shit. I smoke, I don’t exercise, I have an ice cream addiction and can sometimes be a bit of a realist. Not a pessimist, a realist (that’s what we all say). So I’ve been having a mental argument with myself about all kinds of things since reading this. What’s driving me nuts is how difficult I make it to do such simple things! It’s like pulling teeth! It’s like getting the boys to not pee all over the entire toilet! And the wall! WHY? I get all wrapped up in the chaos of being a stay at home mom, and don’t even realize until 2pm that I’ve been up since 6:30, done drop offs, gone to school, ran errands, done two loads of laundry, cleaned a bowl of milk and cereal off the ground, broke up a couple fights and I haven’t even eaten anything! Or drank a glass of water! What the hell am I doing to myself? I NEED the energy. More than anyone I know. This whole full time student/full time Mom/wife/artist/musician thing is no joke. Lets not get confused or anything, I love every second of it, but I need me some more energy or I’m gonna fall apart. A LOT more, and I’m officially prepared to put and end to the insanity.

So here’s the latest step towards Superhero status, GROW THE FUCK UP NIKKI!! I am fully aware of the fact that I have the opportunity as a mother and the woman of this house, to control how it works. And in most other ways I make it run like friggen clockwork. So I’m gonna woman up, put on my big girl panties and stop messing around. I can’t complain that I’m exausted if I get drunk with Jason and stay up too late on a school night, or that my body aches if I’m not stretching and exercising. I WILL drink more water, I WILL *gulp* quit smoking, I WILL get better sleep, I WILL exercise, I WILL eat better, and so will my children. And as a result I’m convinced that we will all be much happier people, which will take care of the “being more optimistic” thing. So at the moment, the only goal in the Evensen house is to put health and wellness first, without all the lame “I don’t have time, I’m too tired” bullshit excuses. Here’s to hoping the kids don’t catch me sneaking vegetables into their pizza sauce =)