Gretch, I was watching the game last night (well, I was eating and drinking wine and giggling with my BFF and pretending to watch the game) and I did make mention of the fact that if those men in tight yellow pants were chasing me trying to tackle me I would run like the wind because they're BIG men...so I guess in a way they inspired me to exercise.
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i'm also very unhealthy... diabetes, high blood pressure, and i think something's else is wrong with me too... but i dunno... i started getting chest pains, and the road bike helped me out a lot... lost about 40lbs or so... got some muscle... but it's been the off season, but also i'm lagging...
i'm trying to get my sister to start living healthy and everything... she just got a pacemaker put in two months ago... i have her on a diet, but she doesn't want to exercise... our country is messed up... everything is so delicious... doughnut shops have drive thru's... sigh... i watch shows like heavy, or i used to be fat, and it inspires me... but i wish other people would just take that inspiration and go out and do something...
I love ya boo and wants to play with pony and have pony love too.
Gumbii....wow, since your sis is having troubles and it has shown to have some genetic factors and considering your ailments...I'd get your health in check before something more serious happens like your sis.
The shows are pretty extreme cases and I think about the people that we are similar in the fact that they have some hard stories and it's no wonder they numbed themselves to the world and found comfort in food... It's so easy to see it...the pain in everyones lives and the wrong ways of coping skills and the lack thereof of support from the people in thier daily lives. Such termoil and so sad...
The interent has given some of us ways of reaching out to others who may have similar stories or encouragement in ways that people in the past were isolated from the ways and the means. I've been in denial. I knew I gained weight. I refused to look at myself for long in the mirror. When I'd see pictures of me, I'd quickly turn away. That person did not resemble me...or what I believed myself to be.
There's a song I remember part of the lyrics goes.... "I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea, but you washed me ashore and stole my pearl, and left an empty shell of me." That's what I feel like. I lost myself in my abusive marriage. I forgot who I was. The fun and giggley and cute and sassy young vibrant lady that used to be me...was robbed of emotion, beaten down to believe I was nothing and worthless, put into a personal hell that outsiders who knew us found hard to believe when the truth was out.
The song continues and says, "but there's calm under the waves, in blue of my oblivion." And as a young girl when my parents would bring us to the ocean, I remembered that one would have to go under the waves as they broke to escape getting tumbled in it's massive foamy wrath and furry. And it was calm under the waves and they would go cascading past you and you could emerge once it was past.
I was telling my dentist the other day about an epiphany I had recently. I likened life to a river I saw once my senior year in Chile'. It was raging and mucked up with brown silt and frothy from the friction of it all. I thought that somewhere up river...it was calm...it started out calm and then the river narrowed and the force made it turn into chaos but then after all the chaos....somewhere down the river....it will widen again and become calm. Such is life. There will be peace before the chaos and there will be peace after it too.
My dentist says, "Yeah but then it empties out into the ocean?" And I said, "Yeah, but the ocean isn't always tulmultous. When I was in South America we took a boat tour and they took us to white sand beaches and the ocean was calm and clear."
Such is life....some parts of life are murky and hard to see what lies ahead and some parts are calm and clear and you CAN see what's ahead.
My Pastor talked to me today about anxiety and feeling the loss of control when in reality...as with my divorce...I am not able to have the control that I desire which sends me into panic...fearing for what should become of me and my 2 small children and how we should make it in this crazy life especially since I have some health issues and am fighting alimony and fighting S.S.I. which will take time---lots of time---and who's to say I will qualify? Uncertain times lie ahead and my head knows no bounds to which to stop the worry and my heart feels so hurt and alone...especially when family--well, just isn't.... but it's good thing I got my church family, a couple of friends, and then my BYC friends who keep laughter plentiful in my life.
There's just no better medicine than having a good chuckle with some friends.
oh and I have apt. with lawyer tomorrow...she got too backed up and I couldn't wait.
Dr. gave me more meds, wants to run more tests, and says I need to go to physical rehab and get me one of those traction devices for home for my herniated neck discs.
LOVE that movie. DS, at the whopping age of 11, appreciated the sarcasm too.
As to biker shorts... it irritates the crap out of me to see snotty little witches able to pull those off, why in the world would I want to see MEN able to... ew.