several days a year I'm reminded what a deeply emotional being I really am, and am constantly reminded of what truly matters, and what truly doesn't (but still affects me.)
***"affects" me? or "effects" me? DAMN I always mess that one up.***
I'm even more often reminded of what a big baby I am.
...wait, is there a difference?
In March I eagerly jumped on the bandwagon of this phenomenon many refer to as "P90x"; maybe you've heard of it. I got SO amped and SO into it, and I was so very proud of myself.
..perhaps I should preface this "conversation" with the fact that I've always been an active person, having played softball until I was 17 and baskeball for several years somewhere in there, BUT once I graduated high school, my motivation to remain active has struggled. to say the least.
So, yes, I am the person whose activity and diet go in waves - I get on some random kick (this year it's P90x), I lose some weight, I feel GREAT about my progress, and then something else happens that throws me completely off track.
can I get an amen?
This year, amidst my P90x bender, Davo and I went on a little vacation down to Bisbee to meet our new friend, Josh Snyder, (http://www.joshsnyderblog.com/) and get our engagement photos done.
**Josh is an amazing photographer and a wonderful human being. Look into his work and give him your money if you can!**
We returned from our 5-day trip to southern Arizona (after several days of margaritas and all kinds of delicious eats) and I tried SO very hard to get back in the swing of the "working out" thing; I just couldn't do it. A month later we became deeply entrenched in the drama of purchasing/moving into our first home (so exciting, don't get me wrong..) But, needless to say, my workout plans have gone to hell in the last 3 months.
.....where the h did this string of thought come from?
(((.I warned you. try to keep up.)))
ah, yes.
The point of today's ramblings: I had a meltdown this weekend over the fact that I've gained 3 pounds.
yes, 3 pounds.
I had my first "fitting" for my wedding gown on Sunday (I'm having a custom gown made.. I'll write more about that later), and the seamstress seemed deeply burdened by those 3 pounds. Yes, it is her job to ensure that my wedding gown is perfectly fit to my body, and yes, I understand that if I GAIN weight I am making her job more difficult. Whatever. It still felt crappyyyyyy to have someone annoyed by my 3-pound weight gain.
And, so, I cried.
I cried yesterday, and I cried today. at work.
As of 2 hours ago I'm back on the P90x bandwagon! Yay for me!!
...and I'm very sorry to say that I will likely be adding P90x to the list of things I will continue rambling about here.
((((((I promise to NOT post any pictures of myself, such as the one below, on this blog.
...and I'm sorry to the lady in these pictures, but this is what she gets for posting her pictures on public P90X websites.))))))
I figure if I put some of my P90X challenges/successes in writing and force random people to sit through my whinings eventually I'll become less of a big baby and stop whining so much! 3 pounds do NOT MATTER, but feeling great does. P90x here I am. put me to work, please. not for the 3 pounds, but for my mood, and for the sanity of everyone who has to deal with my mood on a daily basis.
okay, that's all for today.
P.S. Someone on NPR used the word "implacable" today, and I thought to myself,
"What an idiot! That's not the right word!"
I knew it had something to do with the root "placate", but "implacable" just did NOT sound right.
...I was wrong. Implacable was the perfect word choice, and I'm an ass who sometimes thinks she knows things that she really doesn't.
..hence the title of this blog.
Peace and love, boys and girls. Peace and love.
Nice Blog. I know you can do it! :)
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