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Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Whatcha doin'?
This crazy is my cat Pepper she is very curious and thinks that the blinking cursor is her toy. She was very interested in my ramblings yesterday and kept jumping on the coffee table for a closer look..jpg)
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Joining the YWCA
During my vacation earlier this month I joined the local chapter of the YWCA with Mrs. C , a friend from work. I felt that at this point in my journey it was time to spend some excess energy on something beneficial and fun. Since I don't have alot of extra cash I decided on a gym membership and not a trip to Macy's. I am now one of "those people", you know who I am talking about, the one person you know who enjoys going to the gym that actually works out. What has happened to me?
I find that I am becoming a different version of "the same ole" me. I look forward to going to the gym. At this juncture I only participate in water aerobics. Mrs. C brought a swim pass to work one day. The first class I took was through the courtesy of the Y. I think that Mrs. C was sure that I was all talk and no action. It took me almost two weeks to find my vintage swimsuits. I found two, both of which are from more than a few years ago and I was afraid that they would come apart at the first taste of water. I think I shocked the cheese out of Mrs. C the day I went to work and told her that I had indeed found my suits and that I was ready and rarin' to go.
Never be afraid to try something new. With that very thought coursing through my mind I drove to the Y that first night not knowing what to expect. Mrs. C walked me in and showed me around the locker room and introduced me to a couple of pool mates. After a quick shower and a change into my suit she showed me to the pool. Childhood memories of a near drowning(mine) came flooding into my thoughts, my stomach began to knot up. "You wanted to do this, so get over yourself and get in the flippin' pool!" We are always so kind to ourselves aren't we?
There were roughly 8 to 10 women of various sizes and ages in the water, warming up. "I can do this...it doesn't look so tough." Well they call it warm up for a reason. After about five minutes the real fun began. Bunny hops across the pool, football kicks, a move called cross-country ski. I learned something about myself; I can do water aerobics but you better be able to bring it because they don't fool around in class and they keep right on moving even if you can't.
I have a new found respect for Mrs. C.
I find that I am becoming a different version of "the same ole" me. I look forward to going to the gym. At this juncture I only participate in water aerobics. Mrs. C brought a swim pass to work one day. The first class I took was through the courtesy of the Y. I think that Mrs. C was sure that I was all talk and no action. It took me almost two weeks to find my vintage swimsuits. I found two, both of which are from more than a few years ago and I was afraid that they would come apart at the first taste of water. I think I shocked the cheese out of Mrs. C the day I went to work and told her that I had indeed found my suits and that I was ready and rarin' to go.
Never be afraid to try something new. With that very thought coursing through my mind I drove to the Y that first night not knowing what to expect. Mrs. C walked me in and showed me around the locker room and introduced me to a couple of pool mates. After a quick shower and a change into my suit she showed me to the pool. Childhood memories of a near drowning(mine) came flooding into my thoughts, my stomach began to knot up. "You wanted to do this, so get over yourself and get in the flippin' pool!" We are always so kind to ourselves aren't we?
There were roughly 8 to 10 women of various sizes and ages in the water, warming up. "I can do this...it doesn't look so tough." Well they call it warm up for a reason. After about five minutes the real fun began. Bunny hops across the pool, football kicks, a move called cross-country ski. I learned something about myself; I can do water aerobics but you better be able to bring it because they don't fool around in class and they keep right on moving even if you can't.
I have a new found respect for Mrs. C.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
[Fiona] Hey Hey
Once upon a time there lived...okay okay no fairy tale just me...Fiona without Shrek. I made a post at my other blog about being a Large Marge. It won me attention I wasn't looking for. I have to admit that it sort of threw me but life is an odd journey. After a great deal of thought I have decided to chronicle my triumphs and tragedies along the way to the "Land of Normal Sizes."
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