Monday, April 4, 2011

It's April? Wait, what?

Time flies, evidently.

Since you last heard from me, I have judged at the regional speech and debate tournament, had both outside faucets replaced (and subsequently, a hole cut in my office wall), enjoyed a lazy spring break, saw numerous movies, gone to a band contest, had some sort of awful virus, two-stepped in a gay country bar in sequined shoes, saw a local production of Ain't Misbehavin', had an allergic reaction to some Febreeze-scented Swiffer dusters, and cried over weight gain. Oh, and I cut up a pineapple for the first time in...forever.

So, it's been busy. Today I just got back from a newspaper conference and contest. My kids were great! One had a flat tire on the way to the university, though, and so we had to take the long way back on his donut. It more than doubled our time back. Ouch. However, it was bound to happen at some point. What can you do when you can't afford to pay for transportation and the school has no buses?

While at the conference today, I found out I actually have a reader. One besides my sister, that is! I promised her an update, so here it is.

Last weekend, I got this hair-brained idea that I should try bike-riding as a means of weight loss (this was after crying over my temporary salt-alcohol-induced weight gain from a busy and fun weekend). The only bike I have here is H's. I thought I would try that.

Now, H is only a few inches taller than me, and honestly, our legs are the same length. It would seem that his bike would be fine for me.

It would seem that way. Too bad things aren't always what they seem.

The damned thing was way too tall. I felt like I was trying to mount a horse. I hurt my lady parts trying to shift in the seat so my feet could touch the ground when I leaned. I held myself up against the big brick planter to balance and when I tried to pedal, just my toes were on the pedals when they were all the way down.

How the hell does my husband ride this bike??!?!?

He wants to take me to Tar-Jay to buy a cheap-o bike so I can see if I like it or not. We'll see how it goes.

Before I go, though, I would like to share a site with you. It's called Curve Appeal. I was looking at it this morning and decided to share it with some friends who are also a bit "curvy" and I'm sure some of the people who read this site are, too. It's not totally safe for work, so you might either view with the screen away from your office door or at home! It was a nice exercise in body acceptance, though, which is something I am still working on.

I posed that question to my friends: how can someone who is so comfortable with WHO they are be so uncomfortable with HOW they look? I have finally made it to a point in my life where I actually like myself. I really do. And most of the time I'm okay with my shape. But some Some days are rough. I hate that I am in a body that just won't let go of weight, and a body that gets injured easily when I do make a strong effort to exercise. This is my lot in life, I suppose.

H has offered to take me out to dinner to celebrate my students' and my success, and because he "felt like doing something" tonight. Whatever that means.


  1. Hooray for updates! :) Your second-to-last graph really meant a lot. That's how I feel too. Man. Learning to love yourself is HARD!

  2. I know this is going to sound awful, but it is nice to know that I am not alone.