Archive for March, 2012


This is your fair warning…this blog entry has the potential for getting lovey-dovey mushy. So if you are uninterested in reading about this kind of stuff, I will not take offense if you do not continue reading. 🙂

 

A couple weeks ago my boyfriend and I were driving around in his Jeep just talking about anything and everything. Eventually we made our way to the topic of random and completely irrational fears. We covered the basics ( I will not betray his trust by letting you know his… 🙂  ) mine include spiders, heights, bugs with a lot of legs, cobwebs and the list continued a bit. We covered the surface things and then it went a little deeper. In hindsight, my next irrational fear probably stemmed from the fact that he was heading to TN for a long weekend in a couple weeks (which is where he is at now actually).  I confided in him that I was a crazy woman and that my brain gets out of hand when I tend to think about certain things. I mean, I’m sure most women would admit that when they are left alone for any amount of time that their minds run rampant. He asked me what I meant by it and I attempted to explain to him how my brain works. Scary, I know.

 

I told him that I have always had a hard time with separation from people who are close to me and that I am much better at it now, but I still have slip ups. I said that I didn’t want to be that all-controlling and nagging girlfriend who wants to know her boyfriend’s every move and location, but that I needed reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere and not coming back. He laughed and then told me that he couldn’t NOT come back to me. (Which of course made my heart melt.)  Then I told him that this is where I get crazy. If I know he’s going on a long drive or trip and I don’t hear from him in an extended amount of time (I’m talking hours people, not minutes. I’m not THAT crazy…) my  mind goes nuts. I start thinking about the worst case scenarios and then I start to get panicky. He again asked me what I meant and I told him that my brain can go from thinking everything is  fine to you’re in a ditch somewhere dead in 2.5 seconds. To which he promptly starts laughing. “Fine to dead, huh?”  was his official reply I think… So we definitely had a good laugh about it. I mean, I did try to explain the female brain to a man…

 

Fast forward to this weekend and I am suddenly remembering that conversation very clearly. He left for his trip last night and I have only heard from him once when he got there and then finally again just a little while ago. I sent him a text that said “Are you alive? lol”  Almost an HOUR later he responds….Let me just let you imagine what my brain was thinking in that hour…. Not too pretty, huh? So once I finally  heard from him I felt a lot better. My woman emotions and my overly imaginative brain calmed down and I kindly reminded him of my irrational fear. I told him that the fine to dead scenario is way intensified when he was actually out of state and that I was glad he was totally fine and that he was having a good time. He apologized and reassured me that he was coming home. Basically I feel much better now. 🙂

 

The moral of this story is that you know you really love someone when they go from fine to dead in 2.5 seconds in your mind because you haven’t heard from them in a long while. You also know that someone loves you when they embrace your crazy brain theories and appease your worries by responding with “I sure am” without stopping to laugh at you for your obvious craziness. Sorry ladies, but I’m pretty sure I have the best man in the world. 🙂

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I’m Sexy And I Know It

Ok so it is now officially March and many people have fallen off the “I’m gonna lose weight” New Year’s Resolution bandwagon. I didn’t exactly have any New Year’s Resolutions but I did start my own weight loss journey at the end of January. Let me just give you a brief history of my past weight loss successes/failures… I NEVER stick to a gym/workout program. Ice cream is my weakness. I crave caffeine in soda like it’s my job. I like to be lazy. So far these things don’t exactly make a great, healthy woman. (Shocking, isn’t it?) Well this year it is different. A large part of my motivation comes from my amazing bf. He lost about 50lbs last year and is still continuing to do so well. And let’s face it ladies, we don’t want our man looking hotter than us! 😉  This coupled with the fact that I realized I gained a huge amount of weight since I graduated high school made me make up my mind to start a new weight loss journey.

I signed up at my local YMCA and have been going strong ever since. I try to stick to a rigid 5-6 day a week workouts and am definitely watching what I eat. So far I have lost 11lbs and am feeling fantastic! Woo hoo! It hasn’t been the easiest journey and I’ve had setbacks, but I’m pushing through them to achieve my goal of a healthier, fit me. Now, if you know me, you know that there has to be some funny stories along my journey. Let’s start off with the time I had no clue what I was doing and decided to try and lift weights on the machines. I went to the Y with my sister and we were gonna go in there and pump iron and get fit and be beautiful. (ok we are both beautiful so this would make us even more beautiful-er) My sister sat down on this one machine where you put your legs over a bar and have to push the bar down with your legs. She tells me that the machine next to her was the same one. I kinda look at it and told her that I didn’t think it was. I got on it anyways. The bar on this machine was way higher than hers and I told her there was no way I could do it. She kept encouraging me to try and put my legs way up on the top bar. Now mind you, we are in a gym in the evening full of all these ripped woman and buff men who obviously spend their lives there and we look like complete dorks. After about five minutes of us laughing hysterically at my inability to get my legs up on the bar, a woman on the machine across from us finally takes pity and tells us how to use it. Thank goodness. What a great start to my journey, huh?

Now let’s move on to Zumba. Ohhhhh Zumba. A few weeks into my new fitness routine my sister convinces me to try a Zumba class. A little history here- she has a dance background, I played soccer for 10 years… If you don’t know what Zumba is, it’s dance style workout. I was extremely leery about this but I did it anyways. Let me tell you, I am probably the most uncoordinated and rhythmically challenged person you have ever met. I couldn’t get the cha-cha down to save my life. Everyone would be going to the left and I, of course, would be going right. I’ve never done so much booty shaking and chest popping in my life. I’m pretty sure that my hips were confused seeing as they have never moved like that ever. But I sucked it up and did the whole class. And I came back for another. Big mistake. This class was really full and my sister and I were in the front of the room which is lined in mirrors. So not only do I feel like I look like an idiot, Isee myself looking like an idiot. I felt so absolutely ridiculous. Another bad thing about being in the front is that the instructor has a clear view of you too. I can’t even count how many times she locked eyes with me to help me with the daggone cha-cha. “Left, right, leftrightleft, right, left, rightleftright.” Oh how humiliating… Oh well. At least I can say I tried it twice.

So I guess what I am trying to say is that even though it might be hard and you might not know what you are doing, keep going. Everyone has to start somewhere. I started somewhere between trying to bend my body to reach my legs up on that bar and looking like a complete dufus doing Zumba. I’m glad to report that I have learned some things and am no longer looking like a complete idiot (sometimes…lol) If you are lucky, in another blog I will tell you about my newfound love for water aerobics! 🙂 In the meantime here is a photo that probably really depicts how I felt during my attempts at Zumba…