I’ve been searching and I have to honestly say I have struggled to find anyone blogging about over de-cluttering. You know what I mean? Getting rid of too much stuff. Or talking about that one thing they wish they’d never given away or thrown out. I know that it happens sometimes. I did read a post by someone (not trying to out anyone here…) admitting to getting rid of a slow cooker and then having to re-buy one when realising their potential in a minimalist kitchen.
This kind of thought process is a big brick wall in getting rid of stuff. I know that, and I understand that if I do get rid of something that ends up being absolutely detrimental to my lifestyle there is every possibility I will be able to locate one of its kind second hand somewhere.
Right now I would like to celebrate something I could have got rid of many times, but didn’t.
That’s right – it’s a piece of fitness equipment. Almost always a bad purchase. But I didn’t buy this in three small payments, or order it based on the testimony of a person with too-white teeth. I spent about 6 of the 9 months I was pregnant exercising on a ball just like this. Towards the end of my pregnancy I saved up and purchased one to try and delay the time between labour starting and going to hospital. On the day my labour with Little Fearse began I sat on this ball and bounced away the pain from about 9 o’clock in the morning to 9 o’clock at night. It was FABULOUS.
Since then, the ball has sat in a corner of the house doing a whole lot of not much. Occasionally Little Fearse, or a visiting little person, will play with it. What didn’t happen is any exercise or actual sitting on the ball. It has taken up so much room in so many different rooms over the last 10 months that I thought many times about where I could send it to start a new life.
Right now, I am so grateful that I never did this. My back has completely given out on me. I am unable to sit or lie comfortably in any way. I have been exercising it, heating it (yes, heat packs when it’s already hot enough out there to fry an egg on the grass), relaxing it, swimming for it. I’ve tried everything. The only thing that gives me any sense of relief is sitting on this ball.
No matter how crowded our house gets, this ball stays. From now on, I’m considering it my pet.
With a bounce-bounce-bounce.
Mama xo
The Fearse Family 