Just call me Martha Heffer

So, the whole "giving up eating like I'm never gonna see food again" experiment.....has failed.  In fact, it didn't even begin.  Oh, I thought about it.  Strategized in my head how it would go.

But, here's what I've come to realize.......if you can survive motherhood while dieting, exercising and abstaining from alcohol....you are either a big fat liar, or a Saint.  Seriously.  That's like, biblical status kind of will power.

I just don't have it.  In order to stop shoving my face full of food, and detach the wine glass from my hand, I would need to be dead.  Or at least, heavily sedated and strapped down.

Instead, I've been throwing myself into remodeling projects around my house.  More "productive" things that I know I can actually accomplish.  Painting, organizing, cleaning, moving furniture, relocating things........much to the irritation of my husband.  Because even though the ADHD side of me loves doing projects of this nature, I still bitch and moan about it.  Especially when I get bruises like these, while trying to lift solid wood furniture: 

I know.........waaa, waaa, waaa.  Cry you a river.

As much as I'd LOVE to be showing you before and after pictures of me now looking like Heidi Klum.........so not gonna happen (if nothing else, I am a realist).  Instead, I'll show you pictures of my before and after low-budget HGTV projects: Home Edition!

If only because I need a little pat on the back about something productive I'm doing in my life (aside from keeping children alive, which, let's be honest, might just be pure luck)

Phase 1:  

The downstairs den, used to be the playroom.  Imagine dented walls, chipped paint, Lord-only-knows-what that-is-stained carpet.......

 

It is now the office/den/soon-to-be-guest quarters room.....

The hills are alive, with the sound of music........

I know you're all sitting on pins and needles here, but I'm going to save the next installment of "DIY: ADHD-disgusted-with-yourself-ready-to-jump-off-a-cliff  Therapy " for another post.