Triathlon completed and move to RnB happened!!!

Wow, what a whirlwind this past month has been!

I am reflecting on the last month, but specifically the last couple of weeks. I need to be candid, my brain is um foggy. I'm not going to be as clever of a writer today. I am going to probably leave out lots of stories but here I am!

The last time I blogged we were waist deep in the throws of remodeling at  RNB (Rogers n Brachmann) for our move on March 22. My triathlon was March 15th, exactly one week before the big move.

The timing was not great but as I say in life, it was happening this way for a reason... I knew I had to dig deep...

I will start with my triathlon, Superseal 2015, Coronado California.

For those who know me personally, know this  little tid bit already. I lived in Coronado before moving to Minnesota. It is my old stomping grounds . It is one of my most favorite places, the sand is so soft, the beach is so vast and the vibe is simply good. It is where I brought by babies home from the hospital. The race was on the same stretch of highway that I pushed their jog stroller to get back into shape after each pregnancy.

March 14th we loaded up the truck and  headed down to Coronado.  I had chosen this particular triathlon because of the location (very flat) and because I got to see many dear friends that live on the island. Mentally, I felt as thought my life would be coming full circle in a way, my old life as a  Seal Team wife and my life now. I thought  coming back to visit Coronado for my first triathlon benefiting Naval Special Warfare Families/Kids would be a perfect way to bring the two together. 

I need to say that I was filled with excitement, anticipation, anxiety and oh the butterflies!!

Saturday after I picked up my race packet, we drove through our old neighborhood : ) on our way to the teams where we were meeting some friends. Mitchell and Jack hadn't been to the Teams since we moved in 2005. Although they spent plenty of time there in their little years while Scott was still active in the Teams, they were really looking at things for the first time. Their dad dedicated his entire military career serving this country in the Seal Teams. It seemed natural to now come back and allow them an opportunity to get a better understanding of what it meant when they would say that their dad was a Navy Seal.  

An old friend was able to take the boys through the compounds and explained to them Team history and  what the Seal  Teams were and are all about. It was fascinating to observe since things have changed so much since we left. After Seal Team history 101 was completed, the boys , being boys wanted to go out to the  'O'course. 'O'  = obstacle.... and boy are they big.... 

 I loved how the Hotel Del showed up on our GPS

Rick explaining how they had to jump to get to the top... didnt happen...not quite tall enough yet..

There were safety rules in effect... only able to climb to the middle of the cargo net... he was not going to have to climb up and talk one of them down in his  jeans and flip flops..... : )

 I was proud of Mitchell on this one. He overcame his fear of heights, well, not really, he was really scared but he did make it all the way across and back down...

this was the first obstacle they took on, Mitchell was the only one tall enough to scale across the wall...  he was definitely nervous since it doesn't look like he is high off the ground, but he was...

so ya wanna be a frogman? 

The grinder...

Jack wanting to stand up where the instructors lead PT.

After we spent the afternoon with Rick and Mickey we were off to have dinner with other old dear friends. Lori and Jeff I have known for over 25 years. Dinner was amazing and Jeff decided that he would do the tri with me!  After a few beers, he was all in!!.... when we got back to their house, he pulled out his wet suit, got his bike ready and was needing to do some laundry before the early wake up ...

We  were having such a great time at dinner, I didn't even think about taking my phone out and getting pictures of all of us! Have you ever seen those sayings, about being in the moment... that's exactly where I was... enjoying all the laughter and company of great friends that I hadn't seen in over a decade. Although we were are all a few years older, it was like no time had passed and we picked up where we had left things so many years ago!


Later that night at the hotel, the butterflies started to kick in.

 I had to be at the transition area at 5:30 am.

I began thinking about the swim... You see, when the boys were little, I didn't like them playing in the bay water. It is typically a bit more polluted. But as life is, the EXACT WATER I DIDN'T ALLOW MY KIDDOS IN AS KIDS, I WAS NOW SWIMMING IN FOR MY TRI!!!  Yup, absolutely hilarious! Talk about full circle...sheez...

The morning came quickly.... we arrived at the Silver Strand Beach which is where the transition area was set up. I saw Jeff in the darkness with his arms folded shaking his head.... this is a bad idea.... this is a bad idea....I was laughing.... thinking, no really it is gonna be a great lets make some memories!

I welcomed March 15th from my transition area

 As I waited patiently for my wave to come I was quiet on my towel and observing the many waves that went before me. I watched different participants techniques... taking it all in

My mindset was this... Swim .. Bike... and  Run. Enjoy myself, smile and be thankful when I cross the finish line. Don't think about my times.... enjoy the journey and all the hours I spent preparing for this very day.

Here is a funny little story... I thought ya know, I should probably make sure that my goggles wont leak during the swim. I will take a quick swim before the start whistle and make sure I was good to go.... I walked into the water and submerged myself.... what I quickly realized was that there was ZERO VISIBILITY, I mean ZERO!!!

When our wave started lets just say, I got kicked in my face more times that I want to remember and had experienced the strange feeling of adults swimming directly into my side body because of being disorientated!

I figured out quickly to separate myself just enough so the kicking would stop. then I swam... not thinking about how gross the water was .... I kept thinking just don't swallow....ick...

I finished the swim and got out of the water with some cramping in my calves.... I shuffled my way back to the transition area... T1 wasnt too quick but  I kept moving..

Off I went.... 26 miles on the Silver Strand....

The bike was harder than I imagined. In all honesty I felt like I was a pretty strong biker... I started to doubt myself when others were seriously whizzing by me.... I was averaging 17 mph... with crosswinds... it felt like I was standing still.... crazy... humbling....26 miles....hard...

I got off the bike and the heat wave that had come over Southern California was in full swing.

I had watched a few You Tube Videos about transitions. How the most challenging from a muscular perspective was from the bike to the run... T2.... Mentally, I remembered this and was not going to push myself the first 2 miles of the run.

I saw Jeff when I was headed back for T2... I asked him if he was ready to run... he looked at me... said he started to run about 1 mile and said... f'** it, it is WAY to hot... . We bumped knuckles and I said I'm going to go run and finish what I started.... I was off, slowly...

The first two miles were softer sand, so I didn't push myself. Mentally, I was talking to myself about how I needed to let my legs get used to running. Allowing my body to slowly and gently get used to jogging. I also was thankful for all my hours teaching hot yoga. My body was used to being in heat, granted not quite like this but I was willing to tell myself many things to get away from how sucky hot it was....

Every step I took, I was thankful. I passed landmarks on the trail that reminded me of times pushing the boys in their strollers. It made my heart and soul happy and at peace.

The finish line came ..... I did it, .9 mile swim, 26 mile bike and 6 mile run...

I believe I said while crossing, holy shit it's hot, someone handed me an iced wash cloth and I went to drink a much deserved beer...

What  an adventure it has been. I have proven to myself again that taking small steps towards a goal is something that can be achieved by all. I was able to train for and complete an Olympic distance triathlon in 12 weeks.I look forward to more triathlon's in my future, ( Malibu in Sept ) just not right now... At the moment, I'm in unpacking mode and wrapping my mind around that we are heading off to Maui on Sat! Some yoga and time on the SUPs are on my agenda. Time for some much needed rest and recovery...


Wishing you all the best,

Last few weeks have been a wild ride :)

My last two weeks have been a bit of a blur.

First of all, as most of you know that have read my blog, that the renovation of  RNB is in full swing with lots of activity. French doors have gone in, inspector signed off on all the framing and electrical, so drywall is being hung to close up walls. Oh and the big one, our kitchen cabinets are starting to give life to the kitchen space.  It is a bit like Humpy Dumpty, watching the pieces being put back together again....


RNB (Rogers n Brachmann) is the name of our new house. It has been a labor of love and patience. For those of you that have remodeled know, it is quite a process. This past week, all new windows were put in replacing the aluminum windows original to the house.

I have recognized certain adult milestones in life. Buying my first new car , appreciating large appliances ( new washer/dryer, or refrigerator) .. now? WINDOWS..... takes being an adult to  the next level... I truly had no idea how much the energy and feel of a room changes with replacing windows!

To say the least, much time and energy is being spent making this house become our home. As with most things, I am trying to appreciate each day and the steps that are going into making our RNB to life.

I had written a few weeks ago about a sick bug going through the house. As a mom, I know that you have to allow the sickness go through it's course. Well,  I finally decided it was time to take Mitchell in to see the doctor. I thought he might have a sinus infection... Well, to my complete surprise, he has full blown walking pneumonia!

Since the doc wanted him to do a breathing treatment, I went and picked up the little's from school. Jack had been seen a few weeks prior.. I thought MAYBE I should get his lungs checked since I felt a bit guilty about Mitchell being so sick.... Wouldn't you know it! He also had walking pneumonia, just the beginning phase.....

Off we left with prescriptions for Z packs and nebulizer treatments... sheez....Not going to lie, I felt some guilt that I had not taken them earlier... The whole thought process of allowing the sickness to run it's course, kinda backfired.... poor kids... In the rule of 10-10-10 I am crossing my fingers they wont remember this one.... :)


Today I am happy to report, health has returned to the house and boys are starting return to their more normal selves...


The pinky swear I had with Carlos, (see above picture with him being goofy) was for the RNB to be ready Valentines day.... Since life happens,the move into  RNB is not happening this weekend..... I remember back to last Valentines's Day, I was wisked away to Santa Barbara by SR. This year is a bit different....  a water polo tournament  in Orange County... but we were smart enough to get 2 hotel rooms instead of sharing one! Life happens! The key is to make the best of all situations making memories along the way!

Happy belated Valentine's Day : )

Wishing you all the best,

learning self- care

I think it is no coincidence that my recovery week on my triathlon training program and the weather here in southern California have been  perfectly in sync ! I have been feeling a bit under the weather, not sick, but not 100%. You know that I'm talking about, just feeling meh....

You see, the weather has been rainy, overcast and just a bit ho hum. Perfect for me to be quiet and allow my body to recharge and rest. I am not  feeling any guilt about not getting in a ride or trying to squeeze in swim time. It's been absolutely perfect for me.

This week in my house of boys, we have been dealing with some under the weather kiddos. As many of you know that have kids, the sickness takes it's turn, going from one to the next...

As a mom, I try to instill some knowledge for each about what they need to do to be able to help themselves, i.e. self-care. I'm not talking about the basic's like, drink plenty of fluids, rest, go to bed early etc. What I am talking about is the individual needs that each one of the boys have that is different from the others.

 I have one boy that will eat cheese any chance he is given, here is downside, he gets congested and ends up with far too much snot. He is the apple from my tree. I am not able to consume dairy without major congestion either.   When he gets sick, stand by. You see, he is a nose breather. Ever since he was little , if his nose was stuffed, his world was turned upside down. As he has gotten older, I just look at him and say,  OPEN YOUR MOUTH... BREATHE... sounds silly.. trust me, I know...

The other day on the drive to school, he asked me why I was not  putting cheese on his sandwiches. I explained that the reason I have been omitting the cheese has been because of his increased levels of congestion.(in my house we just call it snot, but I think it might be gross to type so much in this post)  He then went on to tell me that he does not want to admit that he is not able to eat his favorite food. I tried explaining that he didnt need to completely remove dairy from his diet but when he is sick and congested, he needs to know when to back off, not adding fuel to the fire.

The other night, I was having a conversation with another polo mom about a similar topic. Her son was starting to get acne. Her first step, she began removing all processed foods that he was eating (chips, soda etc) and guess what? wha-la... acne was gone within 2 weeks!

 Her son recognized that although he wants to be a typical teenage boy, eating whatever he wants, he realized he is unable eat certain foods without consequence. I consider this awareness a tremendous step forward in maturity..

So...

I used the example of the other boy and processed food. I thought it would help to give better understanding of food choices and  possible consequences.  My intention was to  plant the seed but at the moment I am not sure how well the seed stuck but I will continue to water and bring awareness..


Definition of self-care:the care of ones self without medical, professional,or other assistance or oversight.


Learning self-care..

Self-care has many different faces. One day it could be getting more sleep or resting while your body recharges. It could be eating well, fueling your body with the foods that make it feel best or simply drinking more water.Self care could be exercising more, taking a yoga class or walking the dog!  On the flip side, self-care could  be saying no to certain situations or asking for help instead of taking everything on yourself.

 Self care to me is about creating boundaries for myself, putting my needs on top of the priority list. I recognize that I have others that depend of me. If I am not feeling up to snuff, I am not going to be much good for the others in my life. It is refueling my own tank. This week, it has been about rest, taking lots of liquid herbs and allowing my body to recharge.

The body we have been given is such an amazing gift. If you listen closely, it will tell you what it needs. The signals it gives you are little windows to connect  with your intuition. The more you are able to listen, the better your mind body connection and learning what is best for you in that moment.

So as this week comes to a close, I welcome you to listen to your body and what it is asking from you. This is a small step forward in learning how to live a healthier life.


Wishing you all the best,

have you ever been given words of wisdom?

Have you ever been given some sage advice that once it was told to you , you never forgot?

I had that experience from my dad  many years ago. He explained this concept to me;

There is a need to know and a need to tell. 

As a teenager, I didn't really think about how long I would remember those words.  He used the statement when referring to girls and gossip. The seed was planted.

 I think of this blog as a pen pal of sorts.  You see, I enjoy the process of being introspective on what I am feeling, where my brain is and what is showing up in my week. I ponder what I want to write about and then bring thoughts to words. I'm not quite sure how people respond to my posts. All I can see are numbers and locations of readers. It is my hope that you  enjoy my writing, with all of my incorrect sentence structure and run-on sentences. I don't spend hours editing, it is usually a one shot deal.

When remembering my dad, I think about his parenting style. I came late in life for him, I believe he enjoyed parenting a bit more. I experienced a different dad than my older siblings. He would pay me $100 to sit down for an afternoon and follow along as he read Shakespeare aloud. I thought it was such a good deal back in the day,  now the memories are priceless...

I have always said, being a mom is the hardest job I have been given. Being basically a single parent with Scott overseas most of the time, I had to wear both hats. My parenting style might seem a bit unorthodox to some, like making the boys drop and do 20 push-ups (as some of you have seen, farting in the car is a biggie). I did not dream up  these crazy consequences,it began with Scott. At first I was mortified when I watched Scott  dish out the consequences for poor behavior. I realized that the push ups not only made them stronger, it gave them time to think about their actions. I don't really know where he thought up some of the consequences, I'm guessing somewhere in the course of being in the teams it was embedded. Physical challenges = increased chances of  not wanting to repeat consequence.

Nowadays? Well, I think drop and do 20 is a standard  phrase rolling off my lips. The best part is when they now call each other out! Telling the guilty party to do 20! My parenting style is unique and I understand not for everyone. But being a mom raising boys, I had to make sure they remembered who was actually in charge. Many of my military moms friends will understand where I am coming from.

Why do I bring this up?

You see as these boys are getting older, they are beginning to experience many of  life's firsts.

First girlfriend
First kiss

                           First breakup...

ugh..

We are all born with knowledge but it is not until we experience that we truly understand.

(In truth, I don't remember where I read this, but it struck a chord)

I assume that of  you  have experienced a first breakup,  so we understand the process and the waves of emotions.

I will not go into specifics about what is happening, except that my heart feels such a need to be present for him,while I see him trying to handle things in a mature fashion. As a parent, I think it is normal to want to  protect your child from experiencing unnecessary pain. Unfortunately, my hands are tied here. It is part of the aches and pains of teenage life and growing up. Right now he is creating the foundation that will build him into the man he is to become.

With being present for him emotionally, I understand there needs to be words of encouragement. Lifting of the spirits, filling his tank full of what I call warm and fuzzies. I think back to my first breakup, and what a hot mess I was. Mitchell as a freshman is far more mature than I ever was at his age.I will put a shout out and thank you to  Eric J for being my fall guy when I lost my marbles so many years ago.

 Although mutual decisions were made, rejection(however it looks) still sucks.

As a parent, logically I know all three boys are going to go through this experience. I also understand that with three different personalities, the experience will be a tad different with a common theme. I will simply be a bit more seasoned the next time around...

As a parent, I am planting seeds just like my dad. I hope that some day they will look back fondly and remember things I have said with a greater understanding.

My dad's wise words?

Here is what I am wanting to share with you, especially  for those of you who are experiencing a blended family....

I witnessed something rather touching  the other night.

Mitchell had a tough day. The little boys, observed quietly from afar to make sure they gave him his space while we chatted privately. They made discreet eye contact with me, acknowledging  they needed  to be considerate. After dinner, I asked the little's to clean up the dishes etc. They were happy to pull up the slack but with some humor. You see , Luke (quite clever kiddo ) said to me," let me get this straight... when I breakup with a girl and am sad, I can get out of doing dishes?" I started to laugh and said yes. You see with our  blending of families we are experiencing many  firsts together.

This is the first breakup.

It warmed my heart to see the little boys(girlfriend-less) laughing and try to get Mitchell in a better mood. To me it confirmed,their brotherhood was being solidified. All the consequences that have been given out, the pissing the other one off and the push-ups... brotherhood bonding was achieved....

I have always been one to try to find the silver lining no matter how craptastic the situation. For me, the silver lining was obvious. It was about the brotherly bonding. Unfortunately, sometimes you need to have the storm before the rainbow can shine through.


As parents we all go through challenging times with our kiddos. I challenge during the next storm to look for the silver lining.. the rainbow will be there!


I welcome to hear any words of wisdom you have been given that has stuck with you.

Wishing you all the best with Peace, Love, Blessings and Gratitude,

a little older, a little wiser not sure with tri training....I have to wait and see!

I've heard the idea about the older you get wiser you become.

With age comes wisdom.

What I realize is that wisdom comes from living. The more you live, the more you learn. Or at least that is what is supposed to happen. I know this to be fact in many other areas of my life.

Then there is fitness.

If you asked my best friends this very moment about my last marathon experience, they would tell you how it took me out at my knees. You see I didn't listen to my body. I trained when I really should have rested. I did EXACTLY what the program told me to do.I didn't even listen to my doctor, who said very nicely, Macara, I do not advise you continuing you could do damage. Mentally, I was not going to quit. After crossing the finish line , my adrenals were gone... literally... nada enchilada...exactly what  my doc said would happen....

There in was the problem. You see, when it came to exercise, I enjoyed the challenge, I experienced a sense of accomplishment  logging my post run numbers. I appreciated having my garmin on my wrist, keeping all my stats. How many calories I burned, max/min/avg heart rate, distance etc. I devoured numbers, wrote them all down in my running journal.In retrospect I think  I was used to keeping documentation on patients, to show progress, the idea simply carried over into my workouts. I was able to go months back and look.... just in case..a little over the top? probably. 

Well... as I have gotten older, I have learned through life experiences that those numbers were driving me. Yes, I think it is important to know your numbers especially when it comes to health. Thyroid, blood pressure, morning glucose etc. These are all directly related to health and ones well being.

My stats journaling stopped when I broke my back and had a herniated disc. You see , I was not able keep  numbers.... crap, I could barely walk!

Yoga became my refuge. Oh, and the type of yoga I was doing, no heart rate monitor was necessary....easy, gentle, yin, restorative yoga.

My type A exercise personality was shelved...I was humbled. 

Today, at 44 years old. I have learned what body can and cannot do. Apparently, the heart to heart discussion with my doctor , was not enough for me. My ego was in charge and needed to experience the lesson first hand. LISTEN TO MY BODY.

 At this point in my life, I realize that if I focus my awareness , my body will tell me how it feels. It is the brain body connection. For me, in my journey, I have had to learn about listening to what my body is telling me.

In all honesty, I would be lying to you if I didn't say that I LOVED  being able to look down and see how many calories I would burn in a work out. Now, I know for ME, that is simply not healthy.

Why bring up this topic you might ask?

Well,

I'm in the midst of training for  my first triathlon. An Olympic distance.

 I chose a 12 week training program to follow.

Like most, I have a full schedule. I had to take the training schedule and make it work with my life.Today, I was talking with my swim coach who recently finished an IRONMAN (crazy!) I was explaining how I could only swim for 30 minutes (vs the hour),  my mom was sitting in the car after leaving her Cardiologist appointment down the road.

 I  had asked my mom if  she would mind that I swam for 30 mins while she read a magazine. My mom was a swim mom, she has spent plenty of time in her years waiting at the pool. She was very understanding and was happy to watch all the swimmers.

So this is where I am:

I look over on Sunday what the week's workout schedule looks like.

 How many runs, how many swim/runs, bike only etc. I write it down as part of my things to do. I have to make the workout's fit into my life, I am not able to follow the exact days of the week that  the "program"advises.

I am making modifications to fit my life. I am personalizing my program.

This is where I am rolling the dice....

I am just like everyone else trying to find balance between all the hats I wear and self-care. I have no idea right now if the modifications I am making will effect me adversely in the end. My intention is this I want to enjoy training for this event. I look forward to the times when Steve and I  are able to train together.

My logic is this....  get the workouts done the best I can AND listen to my body without ego. I will enjoy this  journey of training and completing my first triathlon. The reality is, there are going to be days it just doesn't happen. I have learned that things will come up and that it is life.  For example, we were scheduled to bike on Saturday, it was raining, Oh well. 

I think to myself, Macara you know your body. You have to trust your instincts. What is the worst thing that can happen? Cramp on the run? Bonk on the bike? who cares? Put in the time when able, allow this body of mine to get used to  all that I am asking it to do.  Enjoy the process, don't focus on the end result. I have no  time expectations except to finish strong with a smile and a sense of personal accomplishment.

For me, not to be wearing a heart rate monitor is so not like me! I know that everything happens for a reason, the broken back, the herniated disc. Maybe that was to bring me back to yoga and awaken my awareness to listening to my body.

At this point in my life, I am not focusing on the  numbers anymore. I am thankful that I have learned I don't need to know. This has been a giant step forward in my own health journey.

I know heart rate monitors are amazing inventions and have helped so many achieve fitness goals. I smile every time I see a post of calories burned, I know how great that feels. I applaud their efforts and wish them all success in their fitness goals.

Why did I blog about this? in all honesty, I'm not quite sure. I think for myself I am putting it out into the universe, is a bit like going to confession, maybe because I am feeling a bit uncertain. I'm so used to being the good student and following directions. Then, my gut nudges my ego out and says, you will be fine, listen to me and we will have an amazing adventure.

I'm sure some of you are working toward a personal fitness goal. I am here supporting you and wishing for you amazing success in whatever path you are taking. Remember it isn't all about the finish line, it's about how you got there. Enjoy every moment in the process and learn something about yourself along the way!

Wishing you all the best,

post holiday reality, re-entry

Happy 2015!

Christmas and New Years  Eve 2014  is a wrap and now it what I call re-entry time.

The time when the reality of what needs to get done smacks you between your eyes.

It is the time for me when  my thoughts begin swirling in my brain. I feel a huge urge to begin a to-do list. When I  go away on vacation, there is a point in time, where I  know re-entry is upon me. Sometimes it  happens on the car drive home,  or the airplane's initial descent, maybe for you it is when you finally walk through your door.Re-entry is when the responsibilities of life come back to the forefront of your mind. The vacation bubble you were living in developed a micro size pinhole....

 As a mom, there are the basic priorities that I never put on a list  like unpacking, laundry and grocery shopping. These items are so obvious, being part of the list is simply not necessary. 

Basic fundamentals are one thing, then comes the secondary things..... This is the time for me when the reality of all that is on my plate comes for a visit.

You see, l am just like everyone else, I juggle. When I am in the midst of living my life I tend to forget all that I have on my plate. I simply get things done. If something happens  and my day takes a turn, I somehow figure out time later in the week.If there are standing weekly dates, like taking my mom to the grocery store, then it becomes part of my weekly schedule.


The boys have had 2 full weeks out of school and a little over a week without a practice schedule. We  were all were able to  experience some time with family allowing us some much needed downtime from our normal busy schedule. With that down time came lots of sleeping late! 

Once back in reality there is a time of transitioning that most parents with school age children understand. How many of us have had to say this to our  kiddos "Remember, you have to get to bed earlier because you have school tomorrow'. 

For our pre-teen and teenage boys, sleeping late is high on the priority list. It takes many days to get back into the swing of things.  Interestingly, Monday rolled around and all three woke up easily and were able to get out the door on time! I was pleasantly surprised but recognized that they all wanted to see their friends. This only happened Monday.... by Tuesday, they were back to normal mode of wanting to push the snooze button :)

This trip, we returned home a day earlier  than usual because we had finally gotten permits for the house. (major demo was well underway). We wanted to get back to see what was happening at RnB Casa.After all the fundamentals were done, I got out my legal pad(-always have one ) on Saturday and began  writing down the schedule for the week. 

The schedule is a combination of all 3 boys plus my appointments, responsibilities and  scheduled water polo practices .I am now adding in our triathlon training for the week. I have to make this as scheduled appointment since I know if I don't I will not get in the necessary training in each week. At the end of the day, it is really all about the schedule.

I watched a dear friend maybe 20 years ago drawing little boxes for the sole purpose of being able to fill it in with check mark.  I laughed at the time, told her she was silly. Little did I know the giggle was really on me! For some reason, the boxes have stuck with me : )  On occasion,I  will  text her a  picture of my little boxes with a little note about how I was thinking about her and she laughs. You see, she is a professional organizer, so she takes her boxes and OCD to a far different level!

My re-entry week as of today, Thursday is going pretty well without much deviation. To be honest with you. I usually like to post my weekly blog on Wednesday but it simply wasn't going to happen yesterday. I made my tri training the priority with the swim and the run in the evening and guess what? I was beyond exhausted by the time we arrived at the house after water polo! I think I slept in the same position all night!  Like I said, it is all about making priorities and  finding the time!

I would love to hear from you! Do you have any good tips or things that you do when you return from vacation? 

Wishing all the best,

  

Quick post, Happy New Years

As 2014 comes to a close, I wanted to personally thank every single person that has chosen to read this blog and began supporting  Bliss with Mac my inaugural  year.

I am humbled by the support. It was my intention starting this blog for people to get to know who I am. I wanted to share with readers, so that readers would have a better understanding of the kind of person I am. It is my hope that you feel as you read this blog, I become like an old friend.

I have not yet blogged about health or wellness, that was not the initial intention of this blog. I'm not quite sure where this blog will take me in the next year  but I am looking forward to sharing pieces of my life with you.

It is my hope you enjoy coming back and reading whats going on in my little part of this world.

I'm wishing you health and happiness for 2015

All the best,