Last night I took a class at my new gym* and thought that I did well in it. It was a combination of 20 minutes of step, 20 minutes of weights, and 20 minutes of stretching/ yoga/ pilates. I really enjoyed it and although I haven’t worked out in two weeks or so, it certainly didn’t kill me. My legs are sore, but after all of the step moves and squats we did I am not surprised.
After the class, the teacher came over and told me that I did well for my first class. She then said something about “when you are first getting into exercising” and it hit me. I am no longer looked at as an athlete in this body. My current body lies to people all day long- they can’t tell that I played two Division 1 sports and at times spending up to 5 hours a day practicing, that I was 17th in the nation my final year of college, or that I won the Female Athlete of the Year award for my college. No one can tell that I played women’s professional football after I graduated from college.
That statement made me very sad. Oh I understand why she made it. I saw a picture of my butt this week and I knew that it was big but in this picture it was HUGE. So it is perfectly reasonable for her to assume that I am just getting into exercising. I wanted to let her know that I was an athlete- that my serve used to be 100 mph, that I used to play basketball, softball, soccer, flag football, volleyball and that I could throw things really far. But I didn’t. Because I know that is in the past. And currently? I am like a big pile of poop. And I don’t want to look like a big pile of poop on my wedding day.
It is time to bring out my competitive nature (even if it just against myself) to get the body that I once had back!
*It is near our house instead of being near work- and it is $20/month cheaper!
Motto
“If you get caught up in the worst case scenario and it doesn’t happen, you’ve wasted your time. And if you are caught up in the worst case scenario and it does happen, you’ve lived it twice.” -Michael J. Fox
11.07.2008
11.06.2008
It is sh*t or get off the pot time
Yesterday was certainly a kick to the stomach. I had two doctor appointments, one right after another. The first, with a gastroenterologist; the second, with the oh-so-fun gyno. Both doctors ended up telling me to lose weight (for different reasons). The stomach guy said that because my acid reflux started a few months after I began law school, it was probably a combination of stress and weight gain. The reflux is probably continuing because I have not lost weight, even though my stress level has decreased. The gyno said that my birth control pill might not be able to slow down the flow of my periods as well as it should because of my weight. Awesome.
I definitely felt like a big blob of fat yesterday after the appointments. However, instead of going to McDonalds and eating gross food, I ended up getting a small soup and half of a tuna sandwich on wheat bread. CP and I had salads with lean steak on top for dinner last night.
Needless to say, CP and I need to stop saying that we are going to lose weight and just do it. No making excuses because we have long commutes because a lot of people have long commutes. Fuzzy britches can wait until 7 or 7:30 to eat dinner at night- she certainly is not going to die if we don’t feed her exactly at 6pm because we are at the gym. And yes, I realize that I posted on this before……but now I am embarrassed that two doctors told me to lose weight.
I hated standing up as an attendant at the wedding this past weekend and fretting as to whether people could see my stomach sticking out. I hated the fact that I spent most of dinner at the wedding with a shawl around my shoulders even though I wasn’t cold because I didn’t want anyone to see my stomach roll. I hated getting in my airplane seat and feeling the sides of the arm rests touching my hips. My bridesmaid says that I hide it well, but I am sick of hiding it. It is either sh*t or get off the pot time dammit.
I definitely felt like a big blob of fat yesterday after the appointments. However, instead of going to McDonalds and eating gross food, I ended up getting a small soup and half of a tuna sandwich on wheat bread. CP and I had salads with lean steak on top for dinner last night.
Needless to say, CP and I need to stop saying that we are going to lose weight and just do it. No making excuses because we have long commutes because a lot of people have long commutes. Fuzzy britches can wait until 7 or 7:30 to eat dinner at night- she certainly is not going to die if we don’t feed her exactly at 6pm because we are at the gym. And yes, I realize that I posted on this before……but now I am embarrassed that two doctors told me to lose weight.
I hated standing up as an attendant at the wedding this past weekend and fretting as to whether people could see my stomach sticking out. I hated the fact that I spent most of dinner at the wedding with a shawl around my shoulders even though I wasn’t cold because I didn’t want anyone to see my stomach roll. I hated getting in my airplane seat and feeling the sides of the arm rests touching my hips. My bridesmaid says that I hide it well, but I am sick of hiding it. It is either sh*t or get off the pot time dammit.
11.05.2008
Hopeful
Today, I am hopeful that:
*our standing in the world will be restored
*our economy will get back on track
*elected officials will pay attention to the needs of young voters as we are a huge voting block (side note: am I still considered a "young" voter at 29?)
*everyone will finally have access to health care
*gay marriage will be legalized
*the government will stay out of a woman's right to choose
*we will finally leave Iraq, a war that should have never started
*we will have an eloquent president, one that doesn't make rash decisions
*Sarah Palin will go far, far away
I am hopeful for many things today. Our country has a long way to go. Hopefully last night was the just the beginning.
*our standing in the world will be restored
*our economy will get back on track
*elected officials will pay attention to the needs of young voters as we are a huge voting block (side note: am I still considered a "young" voter at 29?)
*everyone will finally have access to health care
*gay marriage will be legalized
*the government will stay out of a woman's right to choose
*we will finally leave Iraq, a war that should have never started
*we will have an eloquent president, one that doesn't make rash decisions
*Sarah Palin will go far, far away
I am hopeful for many things today. Our country has a long way to go. Hopefully last night was the just the beginning.
11.04.2008
YES WE CAN!
I am SO proud of America right now. What an amazing moment in our country's history. Not only that, but I am so proud of all of the young voters who got their asses off the couch to vote! This was truly an amazing election and I hope that the country can come together to work on all of our problems.
OBAMA!
OBAMA!
Scrutinizing weddings
I think as a future bride, I now view weddings very differently after this weekend. Not only was I an attendant in the wedding, but after starting to plan my own wedding, I think that I scrutinized the vendors instead of not paying attention like I usually would.
For instance, 20 minutes before the ceremony was supposed to start, the DJ had yet to show up. One of the attendants started to call him, leaving nice messages, then not so nice messages. Finally FOUR minutes before he is supposed to show up, the DJ finally answers his phone and says that he is “in traffic.” Needless to say, the bride and groom were relieved, but also frustrated because the DJ promised to show up early so that he wouldn’t make a lot of noise setting up while the ceremony was going on.
Not only was the DJ late, but he brought with him a woman who seemed like she was on drugs. Awesome.
In addition to that, I noticed that none of the older guests were dancing because the DJ was playing rap and dance songs. The groom asked me to talk to him about playing slower songs…which I did. But instead of playing something that everyone knew like “Brown Eyed Girl” the DJ just SLOWED down the tempo on the rap song. SERIOUSLY??? I could have shot him.
Of course, the photographer was absolutely lovely and she does travel…..
For instance, 20 minutes before the ceremony was supposed to start, the DJ had yet to show up. One of the attendants started to call him, leaving nice messages, then not so nice messages. Finally FOUR minutes before he is supposed to show up, the DJ finally answers his phone and says that he is “in traffic.” Needless to say, the bride and groom were relieved, but also frustrated because the DJ promised to show up early so that he wouldn’t make a lot of noise setting up while the ceremony was going on.
Not only was the DJ late, but he brought with him a woman who seemed like she was on drugs. Awesome.
In addition to that, I noticed that none of the older guests were dancing because the DJ was playing rap and dance songs. The groom asked me to talk to him about playing slower songs…which I did. But instead of playing something that everyone knew like “Brown Eyed Girl” the DJ just SLOWED down the tempo on the rap song. SERIOUSLY??? I could have shot him.
Of course, the photographer was absolutely lovely and she does travel…..
11.03.2008
How to forge a deeper relationship
Sorry for the lack of posting on Friday- I kept meaning to do it at work but then I had to finish up a project before I left for the airport. This past weekend CP and I flew out to Chicago for a friend’s wedding. We had a fairly good weekend, but I am still disheartened with the relationship between CP and my parents….
I will admit that my parents are a little hard to get to know. They are both a bit more “formal.” Sure, my dad will tell off-color jokes sometimes, but at 6’4” he is intimidating. And with CP and my dad not having a lot of the same interests, sometimes it makes conversations a bit….well, lacking. My mom and CP can at least talk about cooking, but CP doesn’t have an interest (and neither do I) in architecture like my dad.
My parents, for fear of asking an inappropriate question, simply don’t ask CP a lot about himself or his family. I know that it is not for lack of curiosity, but they feel the need to ask ME the questions instead.
Maybe it is because my sister and I freely talk with my parents about anything and everything. So without talking to CP, my parents already know a lot about him from what I say. Maybe it is that my parents are so used to my sister and I giving them information that they don’t really ask questions anymore. But that is not a good excuse. CP is not as vocal as the members of my family so to get to know him you would think they would ask MORE questions.
I think that what frustrates me the most is that my parents should want to get to know their future son-in-law better. They should ask him questions, even if they are questions which I have given them answers to already. Maybe he has a different answer? It makes me sad that the man that I love and the parents that I love have more of a surface relationship.
Do any of you have problems between your significant other and your parents? I guess “problems” is the wrong word…it is just that the relationship lacks depth. I am tempted to lock the three of them in a room for hours until they start really talking. Since this isn’t the best option, does anyone have any suggestions?
I will admit that my parents are a little hard to get to know. They are both a bit more “formal.” Sure, my dad will tell off-color jokes sometimes, but at 6’4” he is intimidating. And with CP and my dad not having a lot of the same interests, sometimes it makes conversations a bit….well, lacking. My mom and CP can at least talk about cooking, but CP doesn’t have an interest (and neither do I) in architecture like my dad.
My parents, for fear of asking an inappropriate question, simply don’t ask CP a lot about himself or his family. I know that it is not for lack of curiosity, but they feel the need to ask ME the questions instead.
Maybe it is because my sister and I freely talk with my parents about anything and everything. So without talking to CP, my parents already know a lot about him from what I say. Maybe it is that my parents are so used to my sister and I giving them information that they don’t really ask questions anymore. But that is not a good excuse. CP is not as vocal as the members of my family so to get to know him you would think they would ask MORE questions.
I think that what frustrates me the most is that my parents should want to get to know their future son-in-law better. They should ask him questions, even if they are questions which I have given them answers to already. Maybe he has a different answer? It makes me sad that the man that I love and the parents that I love have more of a surface relationship.
Do any of you have problems between your significant other and your parents? I guess “problems” is the wrong word…it is just that the relationship lacks depth. I am tempted to lock the three of them in a room for hours until they start really talking. Since this isn’t the best option, does anyone have any suggestions?
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