Looking at the caption of the picture, well… I was half joking about the title of this post and half not.
If you follow me on my Instagram, Facebook page, Twitter or just know me in the real world, you know my big news. And you can pretty much guess now, why my good ol nememis depression came back a few months ago. And why I’ve been M.I.A. and haven’t written a blog post in quite some time.The husband and I have decided to get a divorce.
No, the bag itself did not lead to his decision, but it likely could have been one little piece of hay adding to the already tall stack. And, in its own way, it added to my stack, too. But this post is not the place to list his reasons or my reasons. It’s happening, it’s been decided, and as I’ve believed about everything major or minor in my life to date, it is happening for a reason. All I can say is he’s a damn good man, I’m lucky to have had him in my life for the past almost 10 years as my friend, boyfriend, fiance’, husband, estranged husband, and now, friend again. I wish nothing but the absolute best for him, always and forever. There is a frugal, more reserved, considerate, sweet, History Channel-watching woman out there for him, and there is an outgoing, gym buff, sarcastic, football obsessed alpha male out there for me. But a better friend to me than Mr. Steffen? I doubt there’s one out there. I’d like to think he feels the same about me. 🙂
In the state of North Cackalacky, you have to live separately for a year and one day before you can get a divorce. So, we had the big talk on September 4, and by October 5, I was moving into my own apartment in Chapel Hill. Seeing as how I know the Leasing Consultant very well (it’s me–duh!), I was able to take my pick of the available units. It’s all about who you know! Haa.
I’m all settled, unpacked and highly decorated. The place is very comfortable and very Cherie. Since I am now the sole provider for myself and money is beyond tight, I refurbished a lot of my old furniture to make it new again. Also, if you follow me on Instagram, you know I pretty much flooded my thread with home decor for the past month. A few people even questioned if I had transitioned from Cherie Runs This to Cherie Decorates This.
And that’s not to say that I wasn’t working out at all. Moving is a b*itch and my stuff is heavy. Haa. But to be honest, it wasn’t at the forefront of my mind. Fitness was still on my mind…in there somewhere–just not at the forefront as per usual. Eating? Yeah, I’ll just say it–my eating has been pretty much crap for two months. My clothes still fit, but not like I’m used to them fitting. I look the same I suppose, but upon closer glance, I can tell I’ve been eating crap. I knew it was time for me to get back to “my norm.” Clean eating, and especially my workouts. Sooooo picture the sadness when I realized I could no longer afford my gym membership. “But Cherie, you started this journey without having had stepped foot in the gym; you worked out at home. Can’t you do that again?”
I could. But not for everything. My neighbors downstairs wouldn’t be too pleased with my jumping around. Luckily I am surrounded by awesome places to run right outside my doorstep now (Chapel Hill is friggin’ gorgeous) and there is a great jungle gym next to my building for body resistance exercising. But y’all know how the gym found a special place in my heart. And the weights. Hardcore love.
Anyhow, I’m still here, I’m still smiling, adjusting to the single life and I’m doing okay. This is a whole new journey and I’m going to take it day by day just like all the others I’ve traveled before. 🙂