Falling In

I have been at this for a few weeks now actually I think it is closer to a month at this point. I am finding that I am falling into a type of routine that is working really well for me. I am, however, still worried about it becoming too stuck, too much of the same each day.

I know that I have to be very careful or even a good thing came become stale and start to make me stall. This wasn’t just a journey to keep my house clean, although that was one of the more important parts. This is supposed to be a journey of me moving more, learning more, and actually living my life.

I am finding that while I have gotten used to getting my chores around the house done each day, I am just sitting and watching YouTube when it’s all done. I need to fine more way to occupy my time and find a way to keep going on with my personal growth.

I need to get back into a better routine of writing. That was one of the big things I wanted to make routine. I also want to start exercising more; this one has so far been the hardest.  I can kind of understand why though, I have gained so much weight that simple things bring me a lot of pain, so I might need to work up to the exercising and just focus on finding way to move around like shopping, going to the book store, taking care of the pets.

A month or so in and I do feel like I am doing a lot better and I know that I will keep going and keep getting better.

Working Through Hard Days

As much as I would like to say everyday will go smoothly and there will be no hard moments, that is just not the case. The last few weeks have been one hard day after another. With the weather went and gross, my daughter not wanting to help out or even clean after herself, and me generally not feeling well, it has been a huge struggle.

I have found for me, on these bad days when I just want to do nothing and give up, I feel better after I force myself to at least do the stuff around the house. I have been starting with the easiest things first and taking breaks in between each thing, but at the end of the day it has all been done. One of my main goals is to keep the house clean and organized, so I am at least sticking with that. I may only have my hair pulled back and still be in the cloths I had on the previous day, but my house is clean, my family is fed, and the animals are taken care of.

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My First Steps

I have made the solid decision to stop being stuck. I think I am finally ready to start a journey of re-finding myself. I have been shut away and out of touch with me for so long that I am not sure who I am, what I believe in, or where I want my life to go. This first week I have been working taking those first few baby steps forward.

The first thing I started with was getting my house back in order, so each day I picked a room and I cleaned it from top to bottom. I dusted the walls, used my vacuum to get dust off of the ceiling and out of the corners. I even found myself mopping the cabinets under my kitchen sink. I have reached the point in cleaning that the only room I have left is my bedroom, and I have to wait for my husband to finish it because the rest is his stuff.


One of the things I did to help me along the way, was to sit down and write out what I did as I did it and check it off, just as if I had pre planned a to do list and was checking it off as I went. Next week I am going to sit and pre plan my whole week and what I want to clean when and follow a to do list the right way, but for this week I wanted to put together something to let myself see what I was doing and how well it went.


My new to do list for next week does not just include stuff around my house. I have also included things like get dressed, take a shower, fix my hair, wear makeup, exercise, and eating each day. These things are to help me better feel like a person. I have went for so long feeling like a blob of nothing, I need to take time to reconnect with myself as well as the world.


I have started week two at this point, and so far things are going very well. Every day I find a new struggle to work though, but I am still taking those small baby steps to get me where I need to be. For once I find myself hopeful. I wake up looking forward to the day and seeing what I can work though and accomplish.

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Why I Am Doing This

I have known for a while now that I needed to start doing something. My life is stuck. I pick the word stuck because that really is the best word to describe what my life has become. There is not an area that I am not just simply stuck. I am going on about four years of doing nothing, and I really do mean nothing.

Until about two weeks ago a typical day for me went like this. I got up. I pulled my hair back at the nap of my neck, without brushing it. I put on coffee, I smoked a cigarette. I poured a cup of coffee and then sat down in front of my laptop and stayed there until I had to make dinner for my husband, and there was months on end where I did not even do this simple task. I played an online game, watched youtube, and general did nothing all day every day.

I went years without even really cleaning my house. The dust had gotten so thick and widespread that it was all across my celling and parts of the floor had turned black from it. Dishes got done only when I had no other choice, I did manage to wash cloths that sat unfolding in baskets for months on end or until they got worn and washed again. My whole house smelled horrible, it was a mix of dirt, rotting food, and death.

I have also cut myself off from everyone. I have no friends, and only talk to my husband and daughter when they talk to me. I love them both with all that I have, but I don’t know how to not live inside of my head anymore. I am not sure how to maintain healthy give and take relationships, because in the end I have only been taking.

I have gained hundreds of pounds at this point. I have gotten so big that it hurts to just walk from one room to the next. I am always in pain and nothing seems to help it. It hurts to lie down, it hurts to sit down, it hurts to stand. I hate the way I look.

I am thirty-six years old, and if I do not do this, if I do not get moving, relearn how to live, I will die. I am not scared of death, and in some ways the past few years have been my way of slowly killing me in the most horrible painful way I was brave enough to try. My daughter, my husband deserves better. So I have to start. I have to do something…anything.

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