I Need To Catch A Mouse

by Michelle on February 17, 2013

For the first time in, well, since I can remember, I did my taxes early. Usually, I’m huddled behind the computer on the 14th of April saying the word fuck more than usual and SWEARING that I’m going to do them early next year.

I did them early.

I’m turning 50 in 8 days. I don’t usually expect any fuss over my birthday, but THIS year? Yeah, THIS year I excpect all kinds of fuss.

I told Randy that what I want, more than anything, is to take the baby boy to Disney World just one more time while he is kind of still a kid. He turns 15 the first of April, so I’m really at the end of even pretending he’s not all out sprinting toward adulthood.

What does that have to do with taxes? mousetrap

Well, I can’t afford a trip to Disney World. Disney World is fucking expensive. We pay our bills on time and usually only have a few days here and there where we’re sweating an empty gas tank before payday and usually car repairs suck up any extra cash we have..so trips like Disney World aren’t usually an option.

My refund will be enough for us to spend 3 fun filled days with the happiest rodent on Earth.

We are planning a Spring trip.

Which brings us to the next hurdle. Disney World is a motherfucking WORK OUT. Granted, last time I spent much of the time pushing my father around in a wheel chair and I won’t have that chore this time….but I was in better shape last time. And Randy is in the same boat as me. We’ve got to train.

I finally got my incentive.

There’s an apple pie in the oven as I type this. That will be the last of it’s kind for quite a while. I have found my resolve. I remember what it feels like to actually DECIDE to make a change and know in my heart that the decision isn’t a big fat lie.

Until it warms up, we will be on the treadmill.

My mornings will begin much earlier because I KNOW me. If I don’t work out in the morning, then I’m PROBABLY not working out.

No more lies.

No more avoiding the scale.

No more shopping at consignment shops because my jeans are getting more than just a little uncomfortable.

I have a  mouse to catch.

Also, I completely lied about my birthday. I ALWAYS expect a fuss.

{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

SOB February 17, 2013 at 8:02 pm

Happy birthday, 8 days early. I want to be the first.

I have incentive too, now. I’ll likely tackle my problems with diet alone. My toe hurts when I walk. Working on it.


Michelle February 18, 2013 at 12:02 pm

Yeah, heel pain derailed me a while back. But I am ready to get back on the treadmill train.

And thank you for the birthday wishes. :)


KyraTx February 18, 2013 at 5:16 pm

Happy almost birthday! This is great incentive!


Lauri Rottmayer February 19, 2013 at 9:54 am

Woo hoo! You can do it! And Happy Birthday, early. You need to do some cake at some point. ;-)


Val February 19, 2013 at 6:06 pm

Happy Early Birthday! I’m hinging on the old 4-9 myself…
Know how you feel w/the regain stuff – I blasted back up the scale last spring & only just recently (Jan weight loss challenge at my gym, actually – & that kind of thing generally ALWAYS backfires on me!) clawed my way back into the teens…
My son has given me my marching orders – they are doing it again Mar 1st, I am instructed to work hard & WIN IT ;-) !


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