Currently I am working part-time at my new job which is awesome because it has been a nice transition from Grad School to working as a professional. Also, I live with my Grandma right now and she is not charging me rent which is helping me get ahead financially and pay off my school debt.
I definitely struggled back in April when I moved in & continue to struggle with the notion that I live with a family member and I don’t have ANY privacy. I have been on my own for the past 8 years and my Grandma has lived by herself for the past 40 years so needless to say this has been a MAJOR adjustment for the both of us.
My Grandma is what I call an “Organized Hoarder.” She has a nice 4-bedroom home in a quiet suburban area that is VERY clean and organized. If you look in one of the 6 closets though you will quickly notice how utterly packed everything is. I have to defend her in the sense that this “stuff” is not shoved or sloppily placed in the closets, in fact, it has been thoughtfully and strategically placed so much so that if you dare move anything she will definitely have a lot to say about it. Another weird part of living with my Grandma is the fact that she didn’t move anything out of the room that I moved into. So I basically had to move into a room that was already occupied by an imaginary person (at least that’s what it feels like.) The only way I can explain it is to imagine moving all of your stuff into a room that is currently being lived in by a mystery person that never shows up. Closet is full, shelves are full, dressers full. Figure it out. Needless to say, this has been tough. Really really tough. What’s even tougher is my Grandma comments about how “messy” my room is on a daily basis when it’s not messy, it’s just crowded and I can’t help that because she refuses to let go of ANYTHING in her entire house.
The absolute scariest portion of the house though is the garage. This is where there are boxes beyond boxes beyond boxes beyond boxes of God knows what. Due to the fact that I have very little room in “my room” I have had to put most of my belongings in the garage. Interestingly, my Grandma voices her opinion about the garage almost everyday stating that it’s full of mostly my stuff. Here is a picture of the garage before I started working on it today. I have circled in red the things that are considered my property.
As anyone can see MY stuff is not the majority of this garage, not to mention the fact that this picture doesn’t capture 100% of the garage which has 0% of my stuff other than the red circled stuff. These boxes have been here for MANY decades and my Grandma doesn’t even know what’s in most of it. I decided to take my day off and clean this entire place and organize it by myself so that my sanity could be restored a little bit. I also know at the end of the day my Grandma will appreciate it.
How does this relate to weight loss, food, and WW? I will tell you. I started on this garage project at 7am this morning and ended at 1pm. According to WW I earned myself 24 activity points! So basically if I want to go eat a cheeseburger I totally can. I won’t though. I will just hope that tomorrow morning I step on the scale and I have lost some more weight.
And now I present you with some pictures of what I accomplished today during my non-intentional total body workout.
My Grandma was definitely stunned and excited once this portion of the project was completed. I am happy she liked it as much as I do. It is definitely a work in progress but it is safe to say we have made a huge dent today and I surprisingly earned 24 activity points (WOW again.) I want to end by saying this….I may sound ungrateful or bratty by the way I describe my living situation. I will admit that it is tough but I will not forget how grateful I am that my Grandma is not charging me rent and I have been offered an opportunity to get ahead financially that a lot of people don’t get. In addition, my Grandma and I have been able to spend more time together in the past 3 months then we have in total for my 28 years of being alive. That’s pretty awesome stuff but screw you for judging me and making me feel guilty about complaining. You’re a real jerk, ya know that.