Sliding in head first, just under the wire, I have finally fulfilled my New Year’s resolution of writing a post in January. I just couldn’t get started. Not that I didn’t have things to talk about… just the opposite. So much has happened.. better start at the beginning. For those of you who are new to my Red Shoe Life Transformation Blog, you’ll have to scroll back through some of the old posts to get the gist. In a nutshell, it has been an account of last year’s efforts to transform everything about my life from my grass to my ass. I had a lot of trials and tribulations with failed attempts to renovate certain areas, but in the end (no pun intended) I finished the year minus a crap load of well.. crap, a few re-organized areas on the farm, and give or take 50 lbs. vanished off the scale. As my readers will attest, it wasn’t without a fight. Every single thing that was accomplished was so freaking frustrating, but I am blessed with superhuman stubbornness and a psycho’s persistence to throw fits until I get my way until I get what I’m after.
An example you ask? Well, the 30 foot mud hole in my backyard, that was once our pool, is now a fabulous party mecca complete with ice buckets and red beach balls. It only took three summers and 6 or 7 pool companies to make things right. At last, I can sit poolside with my keto lemonade and not worry about beavers building condominiums under the fiberglass slide. Yes, I have jackhammered holes in my relatively new cement, the lawn is incredibly rutted up, and, of course, my bank account took about a 10 thousand dollar hit, but my fabulously fixed oasis now shoots jets of sparkling water hard enough to tear off your tankini and the water actually stay IN the pool. If you have ever spent a summer in Memphis, you’d know… this is a wonderful thing.
If you are keeping score, the simultaneous floor debacle has at last resolved itself. We got a raw floor just before Thanksgiving and the project finished one week before setting up our Christmas tree. After two years of living without a floor and 1 year of living with nothing but dirt… all it took was a shit load of money and a new contractor. Who knew? I now happily slide around in socks singing “Just Give Me That Ol’ Time Rock and Roll”
Needless to say, I am very thankful for closing the book on those chapters, but am ready to finally move on. You see, at the end of last year I almost got to the point where I was going to throw in the towel. The contractors, lawyers, employers and doctors ALMOST got the best of me, and unfortunately I stopped blogging about it, mainly because it just sounded like whining. Friends said I should have just kept blogging, but it seemed like such a broken record. I had followed my own advice and put myself out there. I tried new things and met new people, and frankly, it didn’t work out as expected. At all. The drama, the frustration and the disappointment were crazy. Here’s the good part though. Even when it sucked that it didn’t work out the way I planned, in the end it was EVEN BETTER!!! I’ll have many more posts regarding each aspect of the transformation, but just note that I’m happy to be back in the game” and all of the blubbering from last year is finally over. I am excited to say, however, you’ll need to get ready for some new blubbering. January is the beginning of the second half of my transformation. It will include another 50 pound loss, a fitness challenge, another renovation, new friends, new skills and a brand new grand baby! Hang on for some really deep stuff…hahah, not just the hike through the Grand Canyon deep… but holy crap I’m almost 60 deep.
Happy New Year Red Shoe friends, and welcome to Chapter Two. I’m not just sliding in under the wire, I’ve got my sights set on a whole new finish line.