I have been experiencing a higher-than-normal amount of stress lately. I am unsure of the cause, but it is wreaking havoc in my life and in my body. I am having difficulty sleeping, I have stress-induced acne, I have a significant loss of appetite (if only I would lose a significant amount of weight with THAT), and I have difficulty concentrating. It could be from the trauma therapy, or it just could be life in general and all the things my kids have going on during these last few weeks of school. I feel like I am meeting myself coming and going sometimes.
I am thinking that to beat the stress, maybe I should start taking walks in the afternoons or evenings. The weather has been pretty nice lately, and I think it would do me a lot of good. Not only would I sleep better from the exercise and fresh air, but I would start dropping all this excess weight. It's that or bariatric surgery (not always the solution, but I am seriously considering it. Don't know if I would be a good candidate or if my insurance would cover it).
I HATE not sleeping well! The following day, I am so foggy and tired that I want to nap in the afternoons. This, however, is counterproductive to my sleep issues. Then I am up all night, not able to sleep because I slept all afternoon. So, again, I think that taking a walk would help things tremendously.
I know that this will be a short post, but you can only talk about stress so much before you get stressed out from talking about stress. So, until tomorrow, peeps.........
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Weiser Youth Symphony
I am going to shamelessly plug the Weiser Youth Symphony in this post. My twins, Kyson and Kade, are members of the symphony (Kyson on trumpet and Kade on bass trombone). The symphony is mainly comprised of the talented youth of Weiser and the surrounding areas, but there are many adults in this group, as well. I have attended both of the concerts that they have had this year, plus a rehearsal last night, and I have to say that I am completely in awe at the sheer talent and professionalism of this group. When I arrived, they were working on a piece that they had just received last night and were doing their first run through of the piece. For a initial run through, they did amazingly well, and they worked quite hard at fine tuning dynamics, etc. All the other pieces were given out last week, so it was a second rehearsal for those.
I am proud to have kids participating in this wonderful group. These people work hard at rehearsals, and their hard work really pays off. I think that this is only the second year of the symphony being in existence, and it keeps on growing. More and more people are attending the concerts and getting the word out there that this group of extremely talented musicians exists and is always looking for new members. I saw several new faces last night. If you know of anyone in the Weiser area that has 3+ years experience on an instrument (cello, violin, viola, percussion, brass, woodwinds), have them look in to joining the symphony. As I have said before, this is a really talented group of people, and Weiser is very lucky to have such a group representing it as a town.
Speaking of talent in Weiser, I have noticed in my nearly 30 years of living here (off and on) that our town possesses a large number of musically talented individuals. Our choirs consistently receive Superior ratings at festival, and we always have a significant representation at the state solo level (this year, my son, Kade, is one of the few who is competing in the small school level at state). When I attended high school, we always had at least three people attending Idaho All-State Choir and Band, as well as All-Northwest Choirs, Band, and Orchestra (I attended Idaho All-State as a sophomore and a senior, and All-Northwest as a junior as a choir member, and I competed in the state solo competition as a senior). Our bands also consistently receive Excellent and Superior ratings at festival, and we always make a great showing at marching band competitions. It is awesome to live in a town where the fine arts are hailed as being important, and are well-publicized.
Well, enough of my regaling my community. I will wrap this posting up for now. If you live in the Weiser area, please be sure to take the time to attend one of the symphony's concerts. The next concert is on June 3 at the Snake River Heritage Center in Weiser. I would encourage all who are interested in hearing a highly talented group perform to attend this concert. This is their "pops" concert, and many of the pieces being played are well-known to many.
Until tomorrow...........
I am proud to have kids participating in this wonderful group. These people work hard at rehearsals, and their hard work really pays off. I think that this is only the second year of the symphony being in existence, and it keeps on growing. More and more people are attending the concerts and getting the word out there that this group of extremely talented musicians exists and is always looking for new members. I saw several new faces last night. If you know of anyone in the Weiser area that has 3+ years experience on an instrument (cello, violin, viola, percussion, brass, woodwinds), have them look in to joining the symphony. As I have said before, this is a really talented group of people, and Weiser is very lucky to have such a group representing it as a town.
Speaking of talent in Weiser, I have noticed in my nearly 30 years of living here (off and on) that our town possesses a large number of musically talented individuals. Our choirs consistently receive Superior ratings at festival, and we always have a significant representation at the state solo level (this year, my son, Kade, is one of the few who is competing in the small school level at state). When I attended high school, we always had at least three people attending Idaho All-State Choir and Band, as well as All-Northwest Choirs, Band, and Orchestra (I attended Idaho All-State as a sophomore and a senior, and All-Northwest as a junior as a choir member, and I competed in the state solo competition as a senior). Our bands also consistently receive Excellent and Superior ratings at festival, and we always make a great showing at marching band competitions. It is awesome to live in a town where the fine arts are hailed as being important, and are well-publicized.
Well, enough of my regaling my community. I will wrap this posting up for now. If you live in the Weiser area, please be sure to take the time to attend one of the symphony's concerts. The next concert is on June 3 at the Snake River Heritage Center in Weiser. I would encourage all who are interested in hearing a highly talented group perform to attend this concert. This is their "pops" concert, and many of the pieces being played are well-known to many.
Until tomorrow...........
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Lunar Eclipses and Dancing Twins
Did anyone catch the lunar eclipse last night/this morning? I did, but totally on accident. I had forgotten about it until it was almost complete (I was busy watching "Poseidon"). When I remembered that it was in the process of happening, I raced outside with my camera to get shots of it. Let me tell you, this was NOT an easy task; the full zoom on my camera is pretty unstable and I didn't feel like running back into the house to grab my tripod. Nonetheless, I DID get three decent shots of it. I've never stayed up to watch a lunar eclipse before, so this was kind of a cool thing to see. I watched it until it was fully eclipsed (I totally missed the "blood moon" part, but oh well), which was very neat.
Now for the dancing twins. Okay, I have to say that every one of my kids inherited my odd sense of humor (thank goodness for that!), and my twin sons were definitely full of it last night. This is pretty much a nightly occurrence in my house. Anyway, they had put on a CD that had "Stars and Stripes Forever" on it, and they were dancing in their underwear to it. Had they been fully clothed, I would have filmed it because it was that hilarious. There was a lot of booty shaking, hip thrusting, and a little marching involved (mind you, the marching was high-stepping). After this, they played "Bugler's Holiday" and danced to that, as well. THAT was extremely hilarious. There was almost a piddle puddle beneath me from laughing so hard.
Another nightly occurrence is "breaking Grandma". My mom laughs so hard that she starts coughing A LOT and she turns a lovely shade of maroon. This, my friends, is breaking Grandma. How we coined this term, I know not, but I believe it was my kids who came up with it. Anyway, this happens on a regular basis. Me, I don't cough; I darn near pee myself (ohhhhh, sphincter muscles, why must you fail me?), which is nearly as bad.
Due to the staying up late to watch the eclipse this morning, I am really tired. If this blog seems random and difficult to follow, that is why. My brain is not working; I have not had nearly enough sleep or caffeine to function properly. I feel foggy and out of it. That being said, I am going to close for now. I have no profound thoughts or quotes to share with you today, which is another effect from being overly tired. I am unable to think properly.
Until tomorrow.............
Now for the dancing twins. Okay, I have to say that every one of my kids inherited my odd sense of humor (thank goodness for that!), and my twin sons were definitely full of it last night. This is pretty much a nightly occurrence in my house. Anyway, they had put on a CD that had "Stars and Stripes Forever" on it, and they were dancing in their underwear to it. Had they been fully clothed, I would have filmed it because it was that hilarious. There was a lot of booty shaking, hip thrusting, and a little marching involved (mind you, the marching was high-stepping). After this, they played "Bugler's Holiday" and danced to that, as well. THAT was extremely hilarious. There was almost a piddle puddle beneath me from laughing so hard.
Another nightly occurrence is "breaking Grandma". My mom laughs so hard that she starts coughing A LOT and she turns a lovely shade of maroon. This, my friends, is breaking Grandma. How we coined this term, I know not, but I believe it was my kids who came up with it. Anyway, this happens on a regular basis. Me, I don't cough; I darn near pee myself (ohhhhh, sphincter muscles, why must you fail me?), which is nearly as bad.
Due to the staying up late to watch the eclipse this morning, I am really tired. If this blog seems random and difficult to follow, that is why. My brain is not working; I have not had nearly enough sleep or caffeine to function properly. I feel foggy and out of it. That being said, I am going to close for now. I have no profound thoughts or quotes to share with you today, which is another effect from being overly tired. I am unable to think properly.
Until tomorrow.............
Monday, April 14, 2014
Family
I a m a person that is VERY protective of my family......all of them. I am particularly protective of my kids and my younger sisters, though I don't think that they realize this. This has always been the case. Whenever anyone hurts them or treats them wrong, I automatically go into protective mode and want to maim the perpetrator. I obviously refrain from doing so, for these people are not worth getting arrested for. So, I have to step back and allow them to sort things out on their own. My younger sisters are all adults, but this does not, in any way, minimize my protective instincts. Sometimes, I still think of them as little ones, possibly because they are all considerably younger than I am. As far as my kids go, I have always been protective of them. You mess with my babies (hahaha......all but two of my children are adults, and the youngest two are on the brink of adulthood) and you will rue the day. To quote Philip Seymour Hoffman in "Twister", imminent rue-age. Again, as with my sisters, I have to step back and let them sort things out on their own. I don't want to be considered a "helicopter mom" (aka a hoverer), but truthfully, I kind of am. It's tough to see people you love with all your heart suffering.
Speaking of my kids, my 22 year old son is experiencing some acute loneliness because his wife is on tour with the orchestra she is a part of. I love that he loves her so much! I would kill to have some sweet guy (like my son) love me that much. Anyway, they are just the cutest, sweetest married couple I know because their love for each other transcends just physical love. It's so strong and spiritual! It makes me so happy to see them together. They are truly perfect for each other. My son, being my offspring, has my sense of humor and talent for randomness, and his wife complements that personality perfectly. She, too, has a great sense of humor, so I imagine that their marriage is fun as well as loving.
When I get on Facebook and see that one of my sisters is having a poopyhead day, I just want to have a magic wand I can wave and automatically make things better for them. I really admire all of them; they have all had a lot of adversity in their lives, and every one of them has overcome or is presently overcoming them. They could have easily ended up in a much worse lifestyle, but they have all proved everyone who has ever told them that they would never succeed at anything because they were teen mommies totally wrong. I could not be more proud of them. Though some of us have a difference in opinions on things and we don't always see eye to eye, I still love them all so much that it hurts sometimes. They may not realize this, but if they read this blog, they'll know.
Enough of the mushy stuff.......I am over and out for now. I will leave you with a quote from Alan Arkin in the movie, "America's Sweethearts": life is a cookie. What that means, I haven't the slightest idea, but it's a funny quote, so, to inject the usual humor into my blog post, I found it useful.
To be continued tomorrow...................
Speaking of my kids, my 22 year old son is experiencing some acute loneliness because his wife is on tour with the orchestra she is a part of. I love that he loves her so much! I would kill to have some sweet guy (like my son) love me that much. Anyway, they are just the cutest, sweetest married couple I know because their love for each other transcends just physical love. It's so strong and spiritual! It makes me so happy to see them together. They are truly perfect for each other. My son, being my offspring, has my sense of humor and talent for randomness, and his wife complements that personality perfectly. She, too, has a great sense of humor, so I imagine that their marriage is fun as well as loving.
When I get on Facebook and see that one of my sisters is having a poopyhead day, I just want to have a magic wand I can wave and automatically make things better for them. I really admire all of them; they have all had a lot of adversity in their lives, and every one of them has overcome or is presently overcoming them. They could have easily ended up in a much worse lifestyle, but they have all proved everyone who has ever told them that they would never succeed at anything because they were teen mommies totally wrong. I could not be more proud of them. Though some of us have a difference in opinions on things and we don't always see eye to eye, I still love them all so much that it hurts sometimes. They may not realize this, but if they read this blog, they'll know.
Enough of the mushy stuff.......I am over and out for now. I will leave you with a quote from Alan Arkin in the movie, "America's Sweethearts": life is a cookie. What that means, I haven't the slightest idea, but it's a funny quote, so, to inject the usual humor into my blog post, I found it useful.
To be continued tomorrow...................
Saturday, April 12, 2014
SATURDAY???????
Hello, everyone! I am coming to you live from Barber Hall at Treasure Valley Community College, where I am still technically a student (which is why I am able to access the internet.....bwahahahaha!). What am I doing here,you may ask? Well, the twins are taking their ACTs here, and rather than drive all the way back home (which is about a half hour drive one way), I opted to bring some stuff (like my laptop) to keep me entertained over the next four to five hours. I am also armed with Fiber One granola bars (delicious 90 calorie nourishment) and two bottles of Diet Coke. I drank my morning coffee on the drive over here, so I am good for a while.
Being here on a Saturday morning is quite wonderful; I have the commons in the building all to myself. The only drawback I can see is that I cannot seem to locate any electrical outlets anywhere in here (if I remember correctly, there are none). So, if my battery dies, I am screwed unless I relocate to another building, and I doubt any of them are open. Anyway, it is nice and quiet, which is how I like it in the mornings. No one attempting to strike up a conversation when I am not even remotely fully awake (heaven knows I should be; I made my coffee pretty strong this morning). Another advantage to being here, especially at the college, is that I know where everything is at, especially bathrooms. A lot of my classes were in Barber, so I am VERY familiar with the building.
I kind of miss being in school. The reason I am not presently attending any classes is that I totally bombed Summer term last year (in my defense, I feel that I went back way too soon after one of my hospitalizations; I think I had only been out for a couple of weeks when I went back for Summer term) and lost my financial aid. The sucky part about all of it was that I had already registered for Fall classes, so now I owe the school money for that term, and can't return until it's all paid off. THEN I might be able to appeal my financial aid and change my major (I was in Pre-Nursing, and now I am wanting to switch to Administrative Assistant or something in that area). I actually LIKED school....well, most of my classes, anyway. Math has never been my strong point, so I hated that class. Chemistry was brutal, but I liked most of it and did well; better than I expected: B-. Same with Biology. It wasn't a difficult class and I really enjoyed it. That was the ONLY class I passed during Summer term, and I got a full-on B in that class. My professor was kind of weird, as was her teaching style. It was a little tough to follow along at times. But she was very personable and helped me out a lot (I was having some issues during that time, both mental and physical; my knee was in crapola shape--and it still is--so I was on crutches for most of the term).
A-ha! I think I found the only accessible outlet in the commons. It's right next to a soda machine. The location is better because it isn't so dark over here; I am also directly below a skylight and the sun is shining through it, YAY ME!
Now that I have bored you with my nonsense, I think I will turn my attention elsewhere, like Hulu so I can watch some "Grey's Anatomy". Have a fabulous spring day! It looks like it's going to be gorgeous.:)
Until Monday (I think...)................
Being here on a Saturday morning is quite wonderful; I have the commons in the building all to myself. The only drawback I can see is that I cannot seem to locate any electrical outlets anywhere in here (if I remember correctly, there are none). So, if my battery dies, I am screwed unless I relocate to another building, and I doubt any of them are open. Anyway, it is nice and quiet, which is how I like it in the mornings. No one attempting to strike up a conversation when I am not even remotely fully awake (heaven knows I should be; I made my coffee pretty strong this morning). Another advantage to being here, especially at the college, is that I know where everything is at, especially bathrooms. A lot of my classes were in Barber, so I am VERY familiar with the building.
I kind of miss being in school. The reason I am not presently attending any classes is that I totally bombed Summer term last year (in my defense, I feel that I went back way too soon after one of my hospitalizations; I think I had only been out for a couple of weeks when I went back for Summer term) and lost my financial aid. The sucky part about all of it was that I had already registered for Fall classes, so now I owe the school money for that term, and can't return until it's all paid off. THEN I might be able to appeal my financial aid and change my major (I was in Pre-Nursing, and now I am wanting to switch to Administrative Assistant or something in that area). I actually LIKED school....well, most of my classes, anyway. Math has never been my strong point, so I hated that class. Chemistry was brutal, but I liked most of it and did well; better than I expected: B-. Same with Biology. It wasn't a difficult class and I really enjoyed it. That was the ONLY class I passed during Summer term, and I got a full-on B in that class. My professor was kind of weird, as was her teaching style. It was a little tough to follow along at times. But she was very personable and helped me out a lot (I was having some issues during that time, both mental and physical; my knee was in crapola shape--and it still is--so I was on crutches for most of the term).
A-ha! I think I found the only accessible outlet in the commons. It's right next to a soda machine. The location is better because it isn't so dark over here; I am also directly below a skylight and the sun is shining through it, YAY ME!
Now that I have bored you with my nonsense, I think I will turn my attention elsewhere, like Hulu so I can watch some "Grey's Anatomy". Have a fabulous spring day! It looks like it's going to be gorgeous.:)
Until Monday (I think...)................
Friday, April 11, 2014
Pet Peeves
Yes, my friends, I am posting TWO blogs in one day. This is probably due to not posting yesterday or something. Anyway, as I sit here, contemplating life, I am also thinking about my pet peeves. Let me share a few with you.
1) "Nose noises". You know the loogie-hocking, snort noises that some people randomly make? Yeah, those. Ew.
2) "Moist mouth noises", aka, squishy lip-smacking sounds. It seriously grosses me out. There is someone sitting across from me making those noises. Yuck.
3) Major PDAs. Okay, I seriously don't mind hand holding or a peck on the cheek in public, but full-on tonsil hockey and groping? Get a room and spare me from having to vomit.
4) People who tailgate. No, I am not referring to the partying type of tailgating. I talking about people who ride your butt when you're driving. Unless you are a dingleberry or a hemorrhoid, please stay off my butt, unless you really want to get brake-checked. I WILL do it.
5) Wedgies. Especially frontal wedgies. ESPECIALLY wedgies in public. It's not exactly like you can remove them in public without being judged.
6) Body odor. People, PLEASE use soap, shampoo, and deodorant. That is why such things were invented.
7) Poor table manners, i.e. talking with your mouth full, chewing with your mouth open, smacking your lips while you chew, etc. My parents were exceedingly strict about proper table manners, so I imagine that this is why horrendous table manners bother me so much.
8) Talking on your cell phone LOUDLY in the checkout line in the grocery store. Especially when the content is extremely personal. Believe me, no one in the store wants to hear about your most recent gynecological visit or your sexual conquests. It's just nasty.
9) Farting quietly, yet lethally, and not owning up to it. If you're going to float a nasty one, at least warn the people around you so that proper evacuation measures can be implemented.
10) Use of the "F" word in normal conversation. Actually, use of the "F" word at all. It's just so.....crass! I know that I have been known to drop the "F" bomb on occasion, but that does not mean that I condone it. I actually feel rather stupid afterwards. Along those same lines, overuse of profanity is really annoying, too. It truly makes people sound stupid.
11) Being tickled. I am extremely ticklish, and I view being tickled as a form of torture. When I tell you to stop, for heaven's sake, STOP! Unless you want to get kicked.
12) Anyone touching my feet. My feet are super sensitive, and therefore, I cannot handle anyone touching my feet. It seriously makes my skin crawl. I have had traumatic experiences involving my feet, and, in addition to the hypersensitivity, touching my feet is strictly forbidden.
13) People who think they know everything about everything. It's okay to admit that you don't know something. It makes you human. When you pretend to be omniscient, it's just annoying.
14) Lousy, one-ply toilet paper. Your hiney and perineal area are VERY sensitive places. This kind of toilet paper is chafey and miserable to use. It's all right to spend a little extra money on decent toilet paper that isn't going to remove any skin in your tender parts.
15) People who think that those with depression/anxiety/schizophrenia or any other mental or "invisible" illnesses (fibromyalgia, etc.) are attention-seeking drama queens. If you are someone who thinks that, I feel bad for you because you are too ignorant to take the time to understand those types of illnesses. Also, you can suck it. I know that's not nice to say, but if you diss me because of something I cannot help, then you deserve to be told off.
That being said, I hope that no one views this entry as being bitchy. It is written in good fun and with a sense of humor. Sometimes, you have to laugh at the ridiculous things that bother you. It's healthy!
Happy Friday, everyone!
1) "Nose noises". You know the loogie-hocking, snort noises that some people randomly make? Yeah, those. Ew.
2) "Moist mouth noises", aka, squishy lip-smacking sounds. It seriously grosses me out. There is someone sitting across from me making those noises. Yuck.
3) Major PDAs. Okay, I seriously don't mind hand holding or a peck on the cheek in public, but full-on tonsil hockey and groping? Get a room and spare me from having to vomit.
4) People who tailgate. No, I am not referring to the partying type of tailgating. I talking about people who ride your butt when you're driving. Unless you are a dingleberry or a hemorrhoid, please stay off my butt, unless you really want to get brake-checked. I WILL do it.
5) Wedgies. Especially frontal wedgies. ESPECIALLY wedgies in public. It's not exactly like you can remove them in public without being judged.
6) Body odor. People, PLEASE use soap, shampoo, and deodorant. That is why such things were invented.
7) Poor table manners, i.e. talking with your mouth full, chewing with your mouth open, smacking your lips while you chew, etc. My parents were exceedingly strict about proper table manners, so I imagine that this is why horrendous table manners bother me so much.
8) Talking on your cell phone LOUDLY in the checkout line in the grocery store. Especially when the content is extremely personal. Believe me, no one in the store wants to hear about your most recent gynecological visit or your sexual conquests. It's just nasty.
9) Farting quietly, yet lethally, and not owning up to it. If you're going to float a nasty one, at least warn the people around you so that proper evacuation measures can be implemented.
10) Use of the "F" word in normal conversation. Actually, use of the "F" word at all. It's just so.....crass! I know that I have been known to drop the "F" bomb on occasion, but that does not mean that I condone it. I actually feel rather stupid afterwards. Along those same lines, overuse of profanity is really annoying, too. It truly makes people sound stupid.
11) Being tickled. I am extremely ticklish, and I view being tickled as a form of torture. When I tell you to stop, for heaven's sake, STOP! Unless you want to get kicked.
12) Anyone touching my feet. My feet are super sensitive, and therefore, I cannot handle anyone touching my feet. It seriously makes my skin crawl. I have had traumatic experiences involving my feet, and, in addition to the hypersensitivity, touching my feet is strictly forbidden.
13) People who think they know everything about everything. It's okay to admit that you don't know something. It makes you human. When you pretend to be omniscient, it's just annoying.
14) Lousy, one-ply toilet paper. Your hiney and perineal area are VERY sensitive places. This kind of toilet paper is chafey and miserable to use. It's all right to spend a little extra money on decent toilet paper that isn't going to remove any skin in your tender parts.
15) People who think that those with depression/anxiety/schizophrenia or any other mental or "invisible" illnesses (fibromyalgia, etc.) are attention-seeking drama queens. If you are someone who thinks that, I feel bad for you because you are too ignorant to take the time to understand those types of illnesses. Also, you can suck it. I know that's not nice to say, but if you diss me because of something I cannot help, then you deserve to be told off.
That being said, I hope that no one views this entry as being bitchy. It is written in good fun and with a sense of humor. Sometimes, you have to laugh at the ridiculous things that bother you. It's healthy!
Happy Friday, everyone!
Allergies & Exercise
I refrained from posting yesterday due to a nasty allergy attack. As it is springtime in the high desert, there is A LOT of nice pollen floating around, and guess what? I floats right up my nose and into my sinuses, wreaking havoc along the way. Normally, I take Zyrtec from about March until October, but as I am but a poor girl, I am surviving on Benadryl twice a day to quell the sneezies and watery, itchy eyes. Holy cow, my eyes on a bad allergy day resemble that big, red, flamey eye in the "Lord of the Rings" movies. All the Visine in the world could not make that eye less red!
Anyway, since I was fighting off the effects of excessive pollen, I spent a good portion of the day sleeping (hello, Benadryl!). I finally woke up shortly after my niece and nephew arrived. By this point in time, my nephew was sacked out on the floor next to the rocking chair, and my niece was in the process of cuddling from Grandma. Naturally, I stole her since she was wide awake and bugging her eyes out at me. Then I got cuddle time! I figured that I was safe in having contact with my niece and nephew as I was not at all contagious (but miserable nonetheless).
Today, I feel well enough to get outside and enjoy the warm weather while it lasts. I swear, Idaho's weather is like a PMS-ing female: it can go from zero to bitch in 2.5 seconds. It's very unpredictable. One minute, it could be sunshiny and warm (like today), and in 5 minutes, it could be snowing. Well, I look at it this way: Idaho's weather keeps things interesting. Anyway, I fully intend to soak up some much-needed rays (I'm so pale right now that I make mayonnaise mad) and absorb me some D (as in vitamin D).
I so need to drop some serious weight before summer is here or I will NOT have any clothes that fit me. It's all very depressing; I have a tendency to eat my feelings, usually in the form of chocolate. Once in a while, it's okay, but every day and in large amounts is NOT cool, though I did it anyway. Chocolate made me feel better, though I did have "eater's remorse" afterwards. Why can't I be one of those people that exercises when they're stressed? I love to walk, but hate to run. I have big boobs and therefore am not at all aerodynamically built for running. I like Pilates, but I will only do it in the privacy of my home because I have issues with exercising in front of people. One, I look ridiculous, like a bowl of Jello in an earthquake. Two, I get jealous of people who aren't totally dying at the end of a Pilates class. Here I am, soaked with sweat and looking oh-so-nasty, and there are these totally thin Barbie-doll people who look awesome. Puh. Anyway, I need to get a new Pilates DVD so I can exercise at home without anyone (other than Mom, and she'd ignore me) watching. I used to have an awesome Pilates DVD by Denise Austin. Okay, her eyes and smile were really creepy (tell me, who the heck SMILES when they're exercising?????), but it was a most effective regimen. I have no clue where that DVD is now, but next time I have money, I will have to pick a similar one up.
Another form of exercise I can actually tolerate is yoga. I actually still do some yoga from time to time, usually when I am REALLY anxious, as it relaxes me. I do have a hilarious yoga story to share, just to keep things real. I took yoga as a "decompression" class while in college. This class was scheduled at the end of the day, so it was perfect timing. Anyway, I was able to do most of the poses with little or no difficulty, though some of them were more challenging than others due to my lack of bendiness. One day, we used chairs in our routine. What we were supposed to do was put our legs up on the chair, lift our butts off the floor, and hold that pose. For a flat-chested individual, this pose would be easy, but for a boobalicious gal like me, it was nearly lethal. My abdominal fat literally pushed my boobs upwards and into my face. Seriously, if I looked down, which was physically impossible in this position, there would be boobs in my eyes. All my fat and boobage rolled up into my face and I could not breathe. Mind you, it might have been a tad easier to breathe had I not been laughing so hard, but gosh, the whole situation was downright hilarious! I have never shared this story with anyone outside my family until now, but I figured it was okay to share it with the public now. Anyway, my instructor couldn't figure out why I was being unpeaceful and laughing my head off until she actually SAW my predicament. She encouraged me to abort my efforts of holding this pose for safety reasons.
Another funny experience in yoga class was when we all were up against the wall and trying to gracefully get ourselves standing on our heads. Bear in mind, not only am I chubby, but I also have freakishly short limbs, so doing this was impossible. I looked around the room and everyone had successfully accomplished the headstand, and here I was, trying to flip myself into the proper position, looking like a spastic fish or a turtle on its back the whole time. Finally, I thought, "Ah, screw it. This ain't happening" , and just gave up. Again. All due to excess chub and my T-Rex arms.
Now that I have hopefully made your day better by sharing funny (yet mildly humiliating) stories of my sad attempts at exercise, I shall end this post by leaving you with a thought: you have to have a sense of humor in order to deal with a lot of life's little obstacles. Otherwise, you go crazy, and let me tell you from experience, that is NOT fun.
Have a great weekend, and more on Monday...........
Anyway, since I was fighting off the effects of excessive pollen, I spent a good portion of the day sleeping (hello, Benadryl!). I finally woke up shortly after my niece and nephew arrived. By this point in time, my nephew was sacked out on the floor next to the rocking chair, and my niece was in the process of cuddling from Grandma. Naturally, I stole her since she was wide awake and bugging her eyes out at me. Then I got cuddle time! I figured that I was safe in having contact with my niece and nephew as I was not at all contagious (but miserable nonetheless).
Today, I feel well enough to get outside and enjoy the warm weather while it lasts. I swear, Idaho's weather is like a PMS-ing female: it can go from zero to bitch in 2.5 seconds. It's very unpredictable. One minute, it could be sunshiny and warm (like today), and in 5 minutes, it could be snowing. Well, I look at it this way: Idaho's weather keeps things interesting. Anyway, I fully intend to soak up some much-needed rays (I'm so pale right now that I make mayonnaise mad) and absorb me some D (as in vitamin D).
I so need to drop some serious weight before summer is here or I will NOT have any clothes that fit me. It's all very depressing; I have a tendency to eat my feelings, usually in the form of chocolate. Once in a while, it's okay, but every day and in large amounts is NOT cool, though I did it anyway. Chocolate made me feel better, though I did have "eater's remorse" afterwards. Why can't I be one of those people that exercises when they're stressed? I love to walk, but hate to run. I have big boobs and therefore am not at all aerodynamically built for running. I like Pilates, but I will only do it in the privacy of my home because I have issues with exercising in front of people. One, I look ridiculous, like a bowl of Jello in an earthquake. Two, I get jealous of people who aren't totally dying at the end of a Pilates class. Here I am, soaked with sweat and looking oh-so-nasty, and there are these totally thin Barbie-doll people who look awesome. Puh. Anyway, I need to get a new Pilates DVD so I can exercise at home without anyone (other than Mom, and she'd ignore me) watching. I used to have an awesome Pilates DVD by Denise Austin. Okay, her eyes and smile were really creepy (tell me, who the heck SMILES when they're exercising?????), but it was a most effective regimen. I have no clue where that DVD is now, but next time I have money, I will have to pick a similar one up.
Another form of exercise I can actually tolerate is yoga. I actually still do some yoga from time to time, usually when I am REALLY anxious, as it relaxes me. I do have a hilarious yoga story to share, just to keep things real. I took yoga as a "decompression" class while in college. This class was scheduled at the end of the day, so it was perfect timing. Anyway, I was able to do most of the poses with little or no difficulty, though some of them were more challenging than others due to my lack of bendiness. One day, we used chairs in our routine. What we were supposed to do was put our legs up on the chair, lift our butts off the floor, and hold that pose. For a flat-chested individual, this pose would be easy, but for a boobalicious gal like me, it was nearly lethal. My abdominal fat literally pushed my boobs upwards and into my face. Seriously, if I looked down, which was physically impossible in this position, there would be boobs in my eyes. All my fat and boobage rolled up into my face and I could not breathe. Mind you, it might have been a tad easier to breathe had I not been laughing so hard, but gosh, the whole situation was downright hilarious! I have never shared this story with anyone outside my family until now, but I figured it was okay to share it with the public now. Anyway, my instructor couldn't figure out why I was being unpeaceful and laughing my head off until she actually SAW my predicament. She encouraged me to abort my efforts of holding this pose for safety reasons.
Another funny experience in yoga class was when we all were up against the wall and trying to gracefully get ourselves standing on our heads. Bear in mind, not only am I chubby, but I also have freakishly short limbs, so doing this was impossible. I looked around the room and everyone had successfully accomplished the headstand, and here I was, trying to flip myself into the proper position, looking like a spastic fish or a turtle on its back the whole time. Finally, I thought, "Ah, screw it. This ain't happening" , and just gave up. Again. All due to excess chub and my T-Rex arms.
Now that I have hopefully made your day better by sharing funny (yet mildly humiliating) stories of my sad attempts at exercise, I shall end this post by leaving you with a thought: you have to have a sense of humor in order to deal with a lot of life's little obstacles. Otherwise, you go crazy, and let me tell you from experience, that is NOT fun.
Have a great weekend, and more on Monday...........
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