How I Lost 10 Pounds On My Summer Vacation

I’m back and so glad to be here. It’s been an incredibly busy summer that started out with us packing and moving the in-laws from their apartment into a senior’s facility. They didn’t need to do much downsizing because the spaces were comparable in size, but their move inspired me to continue to clean out the accumulation of “stuff” that one collects over the years.

As we packed—and packed and packed—I kept thinking that I don’t want to put my boys through this. Better to get stuff sorted and recycled and discarded BEFORE it’s time to downsize.

Fragile-packing-boxThere’s also the fact that the older we get, the harder it is to make changes in our life. At 95 and 86, my in-laws were resistant to the move. They didn’t want to leave their apartment. They didn’t want to part with anything. My father-in-law kept packing and unpacking and repacking the same box, until we’d finally sneak it out of his room when his back was turned, tape it closed, and move it to the pile of boxes so he’d be done with it.

Except when we’d arrive the next day, he’d have opened all of the boxes in his search to find the one we took from him.

On the day before the actual move, I was packing up the last of the kitchen items. When I thought I was finished, I double-checked each cupboard and drawer to ensure that I hadn’t missed anything. Then I opened up the dishwasher…and it was full of dirty dishes that my mother-in-law had been storing there until the move.

My DH says that the look on my face was priceless, a mixture of stunned disbelief and barely contained annoyance. Before a few choice words could escape, I sealed my mouth shut, unloaded the dishwasher, and proceeded to wash and dry all of the dishes so I could pack them away for the movers.

The packing ordeal lasted three whole weeks. Three weeks of hot, humid weather. Three weeks of sorting and packing, unpacking and repacking. Three weeks of digging deep and discovering more patience than both my DH and I thought we ever had.

Thankfully, it’s long over now and the in-laws are still adjusting to their new place. On the day my in-laws moved, my mother went in for her knee operation, which I’ll tell you all about next time. 🙂

Bake-Love-Write-coverDuring my in-law’s move, I lost 10 pounds, a nice bonus considering I’d been trying to lose those 10 pounds for about 10 years. But now I’m sure I’ll gain those 10 pounds back this winter because of the BAKE, LOVE, WRITE Cookbook: 105 authors share their favorite recipes and advice on love and writing.

You should check it out. Maybe buy copies to give to your friends and relatives as gifts. My Banana Nut Bread is in the book along with a pile of mouth-watering recipes that will make you want to spend time in your kitchen. And then, of course, there’s the advice on love and writing that each author shared.

When was the last time you packed up and moved yourself or someone else? Did you love it as much as I did? Or are you looking forward to the next move?

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About Sheila Seabrook

Author of Single Title Romantic Comedy and Women's Fiction

Posted on October 1, 2014, in Blog Posts and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. No fair! I always gain weight during stressful times! 🙂 I’m glad it all worked out, though, Sheila. I really need the excuse of moving to get rid of all the junk we’ve collected these past eight years. The cookbook looks fabulous! I’ll be sure to recommend it to friends.

  2. Congrats on the cookbook, Sheila, and the move. My mother recently downsized and it was an ordeal. We try not to be packrats, but sometimes it takes a move to get us cleaning. Here’s to more time in the chair writing!

  3. We just moved our daughter to a new apartment. Nine moves in nine years. Much easier than moving seniors, though! I’ve done that too…

    • Oh my, Elaine, nine moves in nine years is way too much! I hope your daughter is settled into her new place for a few years at least. Thanks for stopping by today. 🙂

  4. Glad you’re back! Hope you’re feeling some peace after the summer you’ve had. And kudos to you, for helping out your family in such a significant way.

    My girls and I moved from an apartment to a house last December. While I’d situated and organized INSIDE, our garage has still been a mess of things we don’t need but that I’ve held onto for years. We’ve spent several days sorting and purging and this weekend are having a garage sale. I can’t wait to clear out a bunch of (good quality) junk — and pocket that cash!

    • Yay on getting everything sorted for the garage sale, Janna. It always feels so GOOD to get organized and clear out the messes we make. 🙂 I hope all of your “junk” moves from your garage to someone else’s house!

  5. So glad to see you back, Sheila. I always miss that great smile when you are gone. Moving? I think of moving as equal to a death in the family, as enjoyable as jumping into a nest of spiders and I am anacraphobic (excuse the sp.)

    My last move was to my precious little cottage two years this month. I am an incurable “root” lover/Italian stubborn, dig in and stay forever type. But moving to my own little house was a wonderful change from a condo … although riddled with trauma, decisions and yes, getting rid of stuff.

    Congrats on the 10 pounds and the new cookbook. And much admiration for the love you and your hubby showed to your in-laws 🙂

    • I remember your move, Florence, and the beautiful pictures of your new cottage. And let’s not forget all of that gorgeous sunshine and those palm trees. Just color me envious. 🙂

  6. What a poignant story, Sheila. Good luck with the cookbook!

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