What would Judi do?

Today was a good but rough day.  I was tired and stuck in a conference room that had no windows all day.  I knew it was nice outside - I drove to work with the sunroof open.  I wanted to be out in the sun, not sitting in a meeting.  But it's my job so there I sat. At lunch, everyone was deciding where to go.  Luckily, I brought my lunch.  The good thing about this healthy living thing is now I make careful decisions.  I think about what I'm eating before  I eat it so I don't make decisions while starving or from a vending machine.  So today I brought fruit and half the portion I would normally eat of a Trader Joe's thai pasta salad.  It was surprisingly satisfying.  Mostly I wanted to get the hell out of the room.  I wanted air.  So everyone left for lunch and I went on my walk, It wasn't a long walk.  But it was warm and sunny.  Once I got out of the parking lot, I found beautiful trees.  This area is...

In one year, three months and 10 days, I'll be 50.  But who's counting, right? I have certain things I want to accomplish by that time.  I won't list all the things I want to change in my life but there are a few things that need to be different.  The most important thing is I need to be healthier.  I want to look pretty in a wedding dress (no, I have nothing official to announce.  I'm just speculating.....or hoping).  I want to live to see my children graduate from high school, college, and see them be adults who might one day have children of their own (after age 32).  I have lots of things I want to do. I want to tell you that I woke up one day and decided to  be healthier.  I want to tell you I've had some great epiphany and am changing my life.  I want to tell you all that stuff.  But that's not what happened. A friend called saying she needed to make some healthier changes and asked if I'd do it with her.  I didn't h...

Conversation with M today: M:  I'm sorry the government didn't close. Me:  What?!! Why would you say that? M: Well, last time it happened, you were home every day after school.  We baked and cooked and played games.  You were a full time mom. Me:  Sigh....That's true.  But it was hard for us. M:  But we made it through.  And I liked it. This conversation came about two hours after a similar conversation with my mom: Mom: I wish you didn't work so much. Me:  I don't work 60 weeks any more. I often don't work 40 hours. Mom: No, but between work, kids, appointments, activities, responsibilities, you don't have a lot of time. Me:  That's true.  But you still see me every week, sometimes several times a week. Mom: Yeah.  But I miss you. I can't help but feel I'm doing something wrong.  No one is happy and I feel like a mouse on one of those running wheels.  I'm doing a ton of shit and no one - including me ...