Last night, my husband, a team of three professional movers, and I managed to take the contents of our 3/2, third floor condo and move it into our 3/3.5 three story townhouse.
It took SIX HOURS.
Six hours for 5 people, all in relatively good shape.
Up and down three flights of stairs. Over and over and over again.
I’m exhausted. My legs are so tight, it hurts to walk to the bathroom. My shoulders and arms are so sore, it’s challenging to lift my laptop.
Moving is officially the most strenuous endeavor I know. Fortunately, we’re done. The house, though messy and still full of boxes, is relatively put together. Furniture is on the correct floor, gigantic marble tables are in one piece, and my quads are screaming like they realized they won the lottery and threw away their ticket.
I hope to never do that again. I don’t care if my husband and I have a HERD of children, this is our FINAL home. We’ll invest in bunk beds [free delivery and set-up, of course], and just stack the children into the bedrooms before I ever consider getting another house.
How do people do this so frequently? I have friends that move every 1-2 years. I can’t imagine going through this torture more than 2-3 times in a lifetime. Granted, I moved a lot during college, but I also lived out of plastic Tupperware containers and the heaviest piece of furniture I had was a coffee table from Ikea. Big difference.
On a positive note, I finally unpacked my scale. Going four days without a weigh-in was both glorious and freeing, but I was beginning to panic about the “unknown.” Like I said in my previous post, I normally weigh myself multiple times throughout the day. Going more than 72 hours without a weigh-in was just… strange.
Down 2.6 pounds.
Huh. I’ve been living on take-out and missing the gym, but somehow my weight has gone down and my jeans are starting to loosen up again.
I guess moving truly is the best workout around.
Not that I ever plan to do it again… but it’s good to know.
On that note, time to go grocery shopping and stock this place up with HEALTHY goodies!
Bon appetit, my friends!
~ Tori
The Memoirs of a Yo-Yo Dieter 
Hope you’re happy in the new place 🙂 We move often. With a herd of children and a crew of dear friends instead of movers, who threatened to revolt if we tried to make them move our 36″ sony trinitron NON flat screen last time. So we left it behind… But yes, it’s always exhausting. Only one flight of stairs in the last house we moved out of but we swore no more stairs anyway
I moved around a lot as a kid. I’ve lived in so many cities in Florida, I’ve lost count. Now, thanks to the military, I move a lot as an adult. However, I’m a super packer. I can fit so much stuff in one box. I don’t mind it so much anymore. Glad you love your new place. 🙂