I've been away from my normal social media, my writing and writing communities, and pretty much everything else since the end of May 2021.
I've been 1,000% focused on finishing renovations on my 20 year old home for the goal of selling it and moving to my dream neighborhood in Florida. Imagine a Disneyesque/Hallmarkesque/All Inclusive Diverse All American Village with more than 3,000 active clubs and sporting opportunities and throw in golf cart access infrastructure so complete that you can travel across three counties through special golf cart tunnels under busy roads and bridges over major roads including the Florida turnpike. You can take an energy efficient golf cart (electric or gas) to your club meetings, golf, swimming, tennis, softball, polo, martial arts, yoga, dragon boating, football, soccer, basketball, croquet, doctors, vets, hair salons, shopping at major retailers and specialty boutiques and dining.
My husband and I raised two extraordinary Americans in our Virginia home. It was a standard tract home, all we could afford and still have money for their college and weddings. Over the years, we meticulously maintained and updated it. We still had two full bathrooms left to renovate, plus finish up little projects. We did everything ourselves except installing the quartz counters and new carpet.
It took us every waking hour from June to the beginning of August but we did it. It sold on the first day. Here is a 3D tour
The day the new carpet went in, and the house smelled wonderful (I suppose the removal of twenty year old carpet helped) I decided we would no longer cook in the house. No weird cooking odors. So we started eating out one meal a day, and eating really indulgent snacks. Forget my healthy nutrition and intermittent fasting.
We're in the process of moving now. I'm in Florida with the dogs in a short term rental in the dream neighborhood. I hadn't weighed in months. I was dreading it. I stepped on the scale this morning. I weigh the same I did after I lost all the weight with a nutritionist. No wonder my clothes still fit and my thighs didn't chub rub. The nutritionist healed my metabolism!
We still have lots to do with the move, but the hard part is over. I'm so excited to be able to write again!