Kaylee For Your Thoughts

Typing from decades of experience as an anxious person, it is an amazing feeling to get something accomplished. Even getting the smallest tasks finished and out of the way seems to take HEAVY WEIGHTS off of your shoulders. How is that even possible? How is that at all possible  especially  if you also have depression and have a difficult time trying to get yourself out of bed and onto your weak, non-motivated feet? I don't have a degree in psychology and will never claim to know how to solve serious problems, so anything I write on this blog is from my brain, my heart, and my own experiences. I'm ( at least ) two types of people wrapped into one. I go through phases where I keep everything MESSY, disorganized, with no purpose or plan at all. Sometimes I know I have so much to do, so much to sort through, so many appointments to schedule and pieces of mail to file... that I just take a nap. When I wake up and wipe the drool of my face, I'm still surrounded by piles o...

If you don't think anxiety is real, if you think it's a made up excuse for laziness or a person being antisocial, then please educate yourself for your loved ones who may be suffering. When my phone rings my heart drops. And it doesn't come back up... It stays dropped into the pit of my stomach. I begin to overthink what the call may be about, what it'll lead to, who wants something, who wants to come over, are they mad at me for something, is something bad going to happen, maybe if I ignore the call then any future problems from this person will go away... If I do answer the call, what if I stutter or I forget how to use words or form sentences? The other person will think I'm weird. If someone knocks on the door my heart jumps! I feel bothered, intruded on, scared almost, but for no logical reason. I fear I won't be able to handle any situation that may arise from me answering the door. And why would someone surprise me by knocking on the door without textin...

Well folks, I've decided to get back on the horse. If you followed my first blog, The Segar Wedding , then you witnessed my first ever serious attempt at weight loss. Just to give y'all a recap: I was walking a 5K every day, on average, and using my Fitbit to track and beat goals I had set in place. I recorded measurements, logged my calorie intake, and really became obsessed (in a good way) with fitness. Here's where I failed: I let distractions from the "outside world" stop me from maintaining my momentum, when I would've benefited more from my workouts and been able to better process any new stresses that were soon to come.  I started out too strong. A 5K every day for a person who was otherwise a couch potato was too much too soon. Slow and steady wins the race, and I got burned out after a couple of short months.  I focused too much on numbers. I had goals in mind that I wanted to reach each and every day. There came a time when I would be ...

"I'm an adult, I answer to no one!" She says to herself as she quietly eats her bowl of Cocoa Puffs in the dark, so as not to wake her husband and feel embarrassed by her midnight snack. The truth is, she had enough to eat for dinner but everyone was asleep and she wanted to totally and completely enjoy the peace and quiet. Eating cereal during the day just isn't the same. And it's hard to explain but sometimes after the stress of the day dies down, you just need a treat - a reward for making it through it all. It's not early enough for coffee and it's too late for wine. So I eat cereal in bed. Today I looked through my Instagram photos from my "fitness era". From January through mid-April I was a walk-a-holic. I walked a 5k damn near every single day and half the time I was doing indoor aerobics. I felt great! My only problem was that I would start to put off when I would exercise so that it was later and later into the afternoon. That threw of...

  A few days ago I came across this DIY idea on a Facebook page. I'm not positive where it originated but I  thought it was a great idea. This morning, after a breakfast made up of biscuits, gravy, bacon, eggs, and banana smoothies, my youngest step-son and I sat on the floor of the craft room and created these. We made a huge mess of the yarn and shreded pillow cases, and we made some things we think our kitty, Kitty, loves! Here is a video of Kitty trying out her new furniture.

     I'm sitting in bed with my laptop on a pillow and my phone on my knee. My cold cup of coffee is next to me on my night stand, and my highly entitled Chihuahua, Penny is inches away from me, snuggled up all comfy-like in the blankets. Why is my cup of coffee cold? Because I wake up at 5:00 A.M. to let the dogs out (the other two dogs, not Penny; she refuses to go out that early) and to make my husband a pot of coffee, that he will forget to drink unless I bring him a cup. I then lay back down and hit the snooze button 3 or 4 more times until he finally gets out of bed and rushes out the door, leaving Penny and me to return to our peaceful slumber. After our "second sleep" I wake up and start sipping on that pot of, what is now cold coffee, usually without any creamer because I always forget to pick up another bottle of it when I'm at the grocery store.      My name is Kaylee, as in Kaylee For Your Thoughts , and this is my second official  bl...