Wait...I'm 50?

In September of last year I turned 50.  Yay me!!  Now don't get me wrong. I am not crying over turning 50.  I was so excited to turn 50.  In January 2011 I was super excited.  I was going to work out, be lean and strong and fit.  I was going to throw myself a fantastic party with all my friends. Serve great food and drink and dance the night away in a sexy outfit that would have everyone saying..."Wow!! Can you believe she's fifty?!" Yeah..not so much.

Now we did have a nice little party.  Kevin made great food as always and I was with people I love.  There was not however a lean, strong body from all those grueling workouts. There were no workouts...only pig outs.  I have only myself to blame.  Hell I work in a state of the art facility that has a gym!!  I just walked by it saying, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.  Well I'll be damned if I didn't tomorrow my fat ass all the way to 2012!!  I am disappointed about not have a cute butt, lean legs and flat tummy to show off.  Especially the butt and legs..cuz I used to have a great ass and awesome legs.  All kidding aside what I am most sad about is not being able to run with my grandson.  He is a busy little bee and loves to just go out side and run.  But being a fatty...I can't keep up and it kills me.

I can blame it on working too much, I work alot.  I can blame it on eating, I eat alot.  I can blame it on cocktails...I love them.  But excuses are like...well you know.

So now its January again.  So you know what?  I am going to take a do-over.  Just like in kindergarten when you step on the line at hopscotch.  I am taking a do-over. And I am taking those of you who wish to follow with me.  I am going to quit dwelling on what I didn't do and focus on what I can do.

My New Year's Goal is to take more time for me.  For the last five years I have tried to juggle work, family, home, husband and me.  Did you notice what came first?  Work.  I work alot.  Sometimes 250 hours in 2 weeks.  Who the hell does that?  I did.  When I get home I am exhausted.  Too tired for my kids, too tired for my husband, too tired for home and too tired for me.  I am tired of being tired.  I am tired of making excuses for  not working out something I actually love to do.  I love to sweat and I love being in shape.

So as I said its time for some me time.  Time to take care of Patti and in doing that I know I will be a better wife, mom and gramma.

Happy New Year!

With so many of my friends blogging these days..I thought what the heck lets give it a shot.  What to blog about...hmmmm.  Me..oh yeah! 

I am a lucky girl.  I have a great husband who loves me and puts up with my shenannigans. I probably spelled that wrong..oh well. Kevin and I have been married for ten years.  We both work for the fire service he as an Assistant Chief in Santa Paula and I as a 911 dispatcher for Ventura County Fire.  Between us we have five great kids who make me laugh, make me cry..but most of all make me happy.  One grandson..Nate.  You will hear alot about Nate...because he has my heart.