Bastille my heart

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN2_Y5Jr6ezpqLsE-P7GLDA2tWB9tKX73DB-eVycc9Cut8_17UGJ0_zd0bYLXY-N3TrLwNNdmwze4daJj4NwEo0DYQwI9xWwhHoY0vGkWm5wJyel3HpkPEVFsJ7PND2MjYvtlnsdsMNbo1/s1600-h/Bastille+my+heart.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422396591005755298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN2_Y5Jr6ezpqLsE-P7GLDA2tWB9tKX73DB-eVycc9Cut8_17UGJ0_zd0bYLXY-N3TrLwNNdmwze4daJj4NwEo0DYQwI9xWwhHoY0vGkWm5wJyel3HpkPEVFsJ7PND2MjYvtlnsdsMNbo1/s400/Bastille+my+heart.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" /></a><br />Bastille my heart is the name of my OPI nail polish. Not really much to do with this post...I just like the sound of it. :)<br /><br />I'm in an unusually happy place tonight, in fact, I've been there all day. I can't really remember the last time I felt this happy and hopeful about life, and just that feeling that all is right with my world.<br /><br />I'm actually following through on some of my new year resolutions. One of the things was to work on my marriage. I'm married to an unusual man in that if I'm kind to him, he's doubly kind to me. If I'm a bitch to him, he's doubly an a-hole to me. It's always been like this, for the past 21 years.<br /><br />Even though I know this to be true, I will still make the biggest deal about the smallest thing. The last few days I've been picking my battles wisely.<br /><br />Emptying the dishwasher, a task I abhor, isn't really that big of a deal. In the big picture of life it's really not worth arguing about. He does a lot of "boy" stuff, like the lawn and the cars and the trash and the bills (his list is actually endless). I can empty the freaking dishwasher and not make a big stinking deal about it. It's kind of like keeping the peace, it makes everyone so much happier.<br /><br />He loves board games. I don't. Yet I agreed to a couple games of Scrabble this afternoon (I know, we're such an exciting couple). I beat the pants off of him, so it was kind of fun, and he was really happy that I wanted to do something with him.<br /><br />I've also cut back to watching very little television. That was one of my goals I didn't mention, less TV and more books. I've been reading, something that use to be a passion of mine. I love to read but the past couple of years it seemed to get put on a back burner. I'd buy books but never actually read them (unless I was on an airplane, so I did read a few books last year).<br /><br />This limited television viewing is making a huge difference in my attitude. I really don't need to know every little detail about Tiger and Elin's life. Or how about those Kardashians? Or watch another re-run of Law and Order: SVU. Or how about the news, hearing about yet another police officer shot in the Seattle area (six in the last five weeks). Seriously, I just can't take it anymore. It depresses the hell out of me.<br /><br />Back to the reading thing, the book "The end of overeating" is really good. It just makes so much sense to me, like why didn't I think of this on my own? After all, I have over forty years of experience in trying to lose weight and keep it off, you'd certainly think I would have figured this out by now (obviously I haven't).<br /><br />It's based on cognitive behavioral therapy, similar to the Beck Solution (which I read and never really followed through on). Except this book makes more sense to me than the Beck book. I can relate to it more, the problem with hypereating defines my problem.<br /><br />Of course, the point with all these self-help books is you have to do the stuff they suggest, regardless how tedious or painful it appears to be. Just reading the book and not following through with the behavioral changes doesn't do a thing.<br /><br />I really like this book and will go into more details about it in future posts. This is really only day two so I need to give it some time to see if it really works. So far, I'm impressed, but time will tell.<br /><br />Bastille my heart. For some reason, that just makes me smile. :)<br /><br /><em>Disclaimer: that's obviously not a picture of my fingernails. I have real, extremely short nails. I can't stand long fingernails. Although it is my nail color, and I love it.</em><br /><br />Oh, and I did another two-hour workout today. I've created a fun, new routine for myself and I'm loving it. For details, so <a href="http://diana135-exercise.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-january-2-2010-workout.html" target="blank">My Workouts"</a>.<br /><br />And I know what you're thinking. Who is this chick and what have you done with our sad Diana? :)

Bastille my heart

Bastille my heart is the name of my OPI nail polish. Not really much to do with this post...I just like the sound of it. :)I'm in an unusually happy place tonight, in fact, I've been there all day. I can't really remember the last time I felt this ha…

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