Bullies!

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Today I went for my first run in seven days. I was glad because I made myself do it after my first day back at work- a day that would have been very easy to forgive myself of. I originally planned on going on the elliptical, but I knew I’d last about four minutes before I got tuckered out and hopped off. I knew today was a day for forcing a run outta me! So I decided to run the big loop, a great choice. The picture of the road is what I call ‘home run’. It’s the last quarter mile before I get home and I usually try to sprint it. Today was no different. I felt amazing after the run!
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Something interesting happened while I was on my run today- I had someone yell, “Run, Fat Girl, run!” My initial response was to flip them off with some serious double hand action followed by a mighty, “FU!” But, fortunately, I brought my brain and remembered that I am a girl out running on her own while there were at least three guys in that car. So I did nothing. That made me mad as a feminist* because there I am all powerless to these stupid asses who, really, are just mad because the fat girl in question could most likely kick their asses in the running around the block for miles upon miles department and they didn’t like that. Or at least that is what I said to myself to make me feel better about getting bullied like that. Poo-poo heads.
Other than that I really enjoyed my run. πŸ™‚
* This sounds like I’m making a smilie about angry feminist stereotypes but that was not the case. I meant to say that I was both angry in the moment and always consider myself a feminist. This was a funny sentence!

Anniversary

One year ago today:

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Today I started back at work.
On this day, last year, I made the commitment, with Bradley, to start taking walks again. I wanted to enjoy the air with my kids. Feel the weather. Discover caterpillars, smell blackberries, get sticky with sweat… Walks have always been a part of our lives. Before we had children we were twice daily folk. After kids, a few times a week. There have been busy times where we don’t walk for weeks, but we always come back to the ritual of our hound on leash, kids running ahead, falling behind…
And laughing. There’s usually a lot of laughing.
But, today marks a year of walking in my grown-up, settled-down-finally neighborhood. Last year I remember the days growing shorter, then, illuminated by the glow of holiday lights, we would rehash our days and draw together again, hand in hand. Winter came and, with it, the rain. But more importantly, I started running. I’ve spent a year on the streets of my neighborhood, racked up well over 250 miles on my sneakers and discovered that my limitations are much different than I thought they were. My family banded together over fitness and athletics like a superhero team. Life on these streets has been amazing.

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Happy anniversary to us. Life is better and we are so much healthier one year later.
I wish us many happy returns.
Cheers!

Break

I’m tired.
Over the past few weeks we’ve been going at breakneck speed trying to pack the most fun we can in the remainder of the summer. We’ve also been trying to exercise a lot. Like, a lot. I wanted to make sure Bradley saw me using our new equipment often enough to make it worthwhile, while also keeping up with my running regimen while running all over Seattle having fun.
I was spending about an hour on the elliptical (ten minutes here, 20 minutes there), running and weights, clocking in 90+ minutes per day. My knees just feel swollen and stiff as all get out. My arms, shoulders and back are aching. Yeah. I’m TIRED! Ha!
Then, yesterday, we traversed those beautiful Vancouver stairs to that sacred beach again and, when I reached the bottom, my calves started spasming. After we lolled about in the sand and surf for a few hours, we climbed those same 400+ stairs and while I sweated in, possibly, the most humid forest EVER, my calves felt each and every step. Last night? I was awoken to several, very unpleasant Charlie horses. My knees ache. And did I mention how tired I am?!
Anyhow, I’m taking a break from it all for a few days- exercise, the blog, everything except watching my diet. My plan is to sit with my kids, kiss my husband, watch mindless television and recover before I go back to work on Tuesday.
Cheers!

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At the Stanley Park Totem Poles yesterday- right before we found the vegetarian hot dog vendor.
***a few notes***
~I passed my pro-cert! I’m now a professionally certificated teacher!
~My package from Gap/Old Navy arrived today. Some of the xl clothes were (GET THIS!!!) too big and I had to exchange them for smaller ones. (Ha ha ha!!!!)
~I’m probably going to be exercising in a matter of hours. If you’ve ever read this blog before, then you know me. πŸ™‚
~I know a few people who recently had bariatric sleeves put on/in/dontknowtheproperterm and they are doing great! Cheers for their continued growth (or shrinkage) towards their health!

Robots and Diet

Mmmkay. So, I’m not on the wagon very much right now.
Right now I’m exercising plenty. I’m serious! I was on the elliptical for an hour today, still doing the weights (yeah, Bowflex!) and I’m running pretty much every day.
But my food?
Laws have mercy!
It’s not that I’m doing that bad even, if I’m perfectly honest. I’m hitting right at my calories, then BOOM! Ice cream? Sure, I could go for some ice cream! S’more? Why, yes, I’d love one! I have this policy of letting myself have the treats in moderation, but lately I want treats ALL THE TIME and they are tipping me over the edge from losing to maintenance mode. PMS definitely has something to do with it, but so does my determination.
I’ve not been behaving like a person who is determined to lose weight. Ive been behaving like a seasoned dieter who is tired of the diet. That is not going to work. I’ve been buying into the myth that I’m losing weight and getting healthy, but really I’m just stalling. It takes two activities for me to lose weight- restricted calories and exercise with more exercise after I’m done exercising. I’ve been going like crazy with the exercise and letting the diet go because I think I can just run/lift/walk/ride it off. Obviously I’m working it off, but only enough to maintain. I need to be a good kid again. I need to start hitting the 1500 mark consistently again.
I’m so looking forward to returning to work next week for one reason- scheduled food times. Snacking is a non-issue for me at school. In fact, sometimes I even forget to eat while I’m there. Here at home I want to eat every time I’m near the kitchen and since our kitchen is central to our open floor plan, I’m always wanting a snack. Sheesh! I just want my boots! Go away seven pounds!!!!!!
Here is my adorable son because I have no pictures of anything relevant to put up here today. Enjoy!


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I think of diet as what I eat. Not ‘a diet.’ I’m not on a diet, but my diet is full of food. You get it. I just wanted to make that clear.

Equipped

A few weeks ago I let it drop that for my birthday I’d like to turn our garage into a gym with a treadmill. Maybe some other machine too, but after all this heat this summer my nice, cool garage on at 85 degree run day sounded really nice. I was planning ahead.
My darling husband quickly scrapped his dream of parking our car in the garage and started hunting on Craigslist for solid exercise machines. We needed to take into account that these weren’t going to be glorified clothing storage units, that we are big, tall people (I’m a hair under 5’10” and he’s 6’2″) with long legs and we were planning to RUN on the treadmill. Believe it or not, most treadmills are really just made for walking.

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Well, our garage is nowhere near ready, but people are moving and clearing out their gear! We picked this elliptical machine up last week and, I’m telling you, it is a workout! Both Bradley and I have been spending about thirty minutes per day on it in addition to running. I didn’t think about how buying a new machine would extend my workout in a diverse and different kind of way. It is in our living room, for now, and I like it there. It looks at me and I think nothing of hopping on for ten minutes every now and then to burn a few calories.
After buying this machine we got to try a few models out at the hotel this weekend. I’m pleased to say that I love our machine. It has a bigger glide for taller people; the range of motion on the others was small and cramped feeling.
*this picture is hilarious to me. I hopped on the elliptical today, determined to get a picture of myself on it, but I had just returned from a run and the sweat was running into my eyes so bad that I couldn’t open them! Ha!

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Yesterday we went and picked up this Bowflex from some people who just sold their house and needed it out NOW! It’s a resistance machine and it definitely seems different from the free weights so we are keeping those around. This thing is huge and, as our garage is not ready, it is in my kids’ rumpus room taking over!
You know how you don’t really realize how weak you are until you strain something? Ahem. That is so me on this thing. I’ve been a super good kid doing arms, legs, butt and gut, but this thing makes my neck and shoulders aware that they’re super weak. I find it very interesting that all of those bothersome, persistent, crampy, achy spots on my body are actually just places that are extraordinarily weak*. I’m presently on the lowest settings on the Bowflex and it is definitely a workout.
$$$Price tag for all of this craziness? $125 for the Bowflex and $150 for the elliptical all bought on Craigslist. A few years back we paid about 100 for the exercise bike on craigslist as well. We pretty much have a gym now! Ha! As long as we are using it, I’m thrilled as anything to own it. Our kids love it too, and, most importantly, we are keeping moving!
Oh, and regarding the treadmill? We are still looking for one that will support us that is in good working order. I think we will have to pay out a little more for this machine. I also want one of those stair climbers to build my thighs into chicken drumsticks, I suppose…
*I’d like to note that after carrying up to 340 pounds around and becoming a runner my legs are built up like crazy. The highest setting for legs and calves is not super easy, but it’s not hard either!

The Little Things

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… Jumping on the bed not worrying about it breaking.
…Shopping with my daughter in the juniors section- she wears the smallest size while I can fit the largest.
… being able to take advantage of The Gap’s 40% off everything coupon code.
… crossing my arms
… crossing my legs
… sitting criss cross-apple sauce
… being able to set my hands on my lap and my arms being long enough to allow them to rest there without sliding off… Versus…
… not having to tuck my hands under my legs so they wouldn’t just hang down because setting them on my lap was uncomfortable.
… not worrying about whether or not I will fit on an amusement park ride.
… being under the weight limit as a family for shared rides.
… Not feeling guilty eating anything- I know what my body needs and is allowed. I used to feel unworthy of some foods.
… My husband being able to hold me and carry me.
… Not worrying about breaking furniture.
… Knowing the person I sit next to on my next airplane ride won’t feel crowded.
… Knowing I will fit any airplane seat now.
… Feeling like I fit with my husband (this was a mental/confidence hurdle).
… Going from a size 10 ring to a 7.5.
The little things feel big sometimes.

The Skin I’m In

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Yesterday I told my husband, “I love my body.”
And I do.
I love what my body does.
I love being strong and capable. I love running. I love being able to run and run and run without stopping. I like being able to stand like a flamingo and tie my shoe without losing my balance. I like the muscles I’m seeing popping up through my flesh, reminding me they’re there, encouraging me to keep working. I like being able to go to quiet places in the mountains, losing myself in the beauty of it all, available only because I can walk. I love that I can breathe deep, catch my breath and keep going. I love my balance. I love going to the zoo and not getting tired. I love walking down a hill and not freaking out that I’m going to have to walk back up it. I love being able to carry my kids, on my hip, on my back- it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad I didn’t miss out on carrying them around.
I have gratitude for my body that I’ve never had before. I marvel at it, what it can do, what I can force it to do. I love that it is plastic, moldable, shapeable into the kind of body I want. I like that I can challenge my body to be healthier, better, more resilient.
I have reverence for myself. I know that I’m brief, youth is fleeting and this body is giving me everything it has. I understand now that my body will do whatever I want it to, I just have to respect it enough to make the right choices.
It surprises me to learn that I can love this part of my body to clearly, but my insecurities over being a non-standardly attractive woman have completely overshadowed my ability to appreciate even this one, compartmentalized version of myself. No matter what I look like, I can always be strong, capable and healthy. Focus there, right?
I love my body.
Perhaps not in the way that we typically desire, but I’m on my way there. And in the meantime, what I do love about my body is fabulous.

Eating Better

Today’s run was amazing. Since the pressure of training is off I was able to just relax and not worry about making mileage. I decided to just do a loop around what I used to call the big loop but now it seems like a pretty short loop. It was almost refreshing to do just a 1.5 mile run. I modulated my pace to match the incline and decline again and found great results- I ran my best time ever! Woot! We followed that up with an abs and arms workout.
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I’ve fallen into my typical dieting pattern lately. When I first get going on a weightloss plan I am really healthy and smart about it. I get strict about what kinds of foods I eat and make very intentional healthy choices. Over time, I start making substitutions- like a snack of carrots turns into a bag of pop chips- still within the calories, right? I keep doing that until I end up with a compromised diet filled with more processed foods (mostly processed soy, like vegetarian chik nuggets) and my snacks turn into processed foods like granola bars and healthy snack mixes instead of fresh produce. I eat within my caloric allowances but not with the level of nutrition I should be getting, considering what I’m asking my body to do.
Yesterday at the color run there were lots of pictures taken of me. Seriously, it was my first official run so we were at a kindergarten graduation-level of picture taking frenzy. After seeing myself in a myriad or running poses, I can’t deny that I have a lot of belly to lose still. My legs and arms and head and neck are looking pretty good… I just need to find my waist and hips now. πŸ™‚ I say all of this while also acknowledging how far I’ve come and how proud I am of all my progress. I just have not been being entirely honest with myself about what is happening with my body, my tummy in particular. Add to that the health risks of belly fat and I think it is definitely in my best interest to continue along this path of weightloss and fitness.

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As I’m reading more about muscle building and diet (eat complex carbs with protein and two fists of green at each meal), one thing I keep seeing over and over is the advantage of complex carbohydrates over refined grains. That unless I’m giving the proper kinds of fuel to my body I’m going to continue to maintain my weight instead of lose. I read specifically about how to lose belly fat and over and over- cardio and healthy carbs. What’s a girl with a gut to do?
I’m pleased to say that over the past few weeks we’ve been very consciously doing a lot of replacements- brown rice, wheat flour, whole grain breads- and we are feeling really good and the food tastes amazing. I made super yummy banana blueberry muffins yesterday that taste excellent but are also pretty healthy! This is one of those lifetime changes that I committed to at the onset of my weightloss project. I’m so pleased that we’re actually following through and that my family is enthusiastically on board.

Anyways…

I keep thinking I need to write something for my blog… But then I keep not writing anything for my blog. Funny like that, eh?
Frankly, I’m in the throes of summer. The weather is hot, I’m sweaty, a little sleepy and am just not into doing much in the way of running. It’s hot in the morning and all day long and it just sounds like torture to go run around in the 83 degree sun.
I guess I should acknowledge that I’m not being lazy…
… There was the 3 mile run/ walk yesterday…

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… Not to mention the all day zoo trip today…

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… The thirty minutes on the exer-bike followed with a beach walk…

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And I need to acknowledge that just because it’s not a run does not mean I did not exercise. I totally am exercising. Just not with spastic breathing, I guess.
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Food has been, well, interesting lately. Self control has definitely not been my strongest feature. I wouldn’t say I’m out of control by any means, but I’m having difficulty saying no to myself. I need to remember that sense of satisfaction that comes from going to bed after a clean and balanced eating day and I need to remind myself of that more often.
That said, as soon as I discovered BBQ flavored Pop Chips and then saw the giant bag at Costco for 5.00 I promised myself that one day this summer I’d let myself eat as much of the contents of that family sized bag as I wanted. I fulfilled that dream this week ( πŸ˜‰ ) That has to have something to do with my weightloss issue! Salt is not my friend!
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The Color Me Rad run is on Saturday! Gigi and I went and bought a new white shirt for her to wreck in the run. I’m excited. πŸ™‚
That’s pretty much it.
Anyways…

20 Questions

I don’t make a habit of doing this kind of stuff- the lists of factoids that circulate on social media, but I was reading over at fat chick 2 fit chick today and she posted this. I was fascinated to read about her so I decided to add this to my own blog. Perhaps some of my readers might enjoy learning more about me than the fitness and diet facts. πŸ™‚
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Oh- I ran yesterday and rode my stationary bike today. Lifted weights, crunched and all that both days. Exercise has been good of late. Anyhow, enjoy!
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List 20 random facts about yourself.
1. My family goes to Disneyland about once a year. Sometimes more. People think we are crazy, but really it has a lot to do with travel anxiety and familiarity. It’s easy to go there and we always have a good time.
2. I was a terrible student in the public school system. By the time I was in 4th grade, I hated school and decided I was a failure as a student so I gave up trying. It took until I was a married 25 year old before I figured out how to do school and I held a 3.9 GPA for the entirety of my return to college. I graduated at the age of 30, five months after I became a mom.
3. I read really trashy celebrity gossip blogs. Like, REALLY trashy. Ask me anything and I probably have the answers… I feel terrible about it, but it is also the way I unwind after work. So, it’s ironic that I don’t really watch TV. We don’t have cable, just Hulu, and opportunities to watch anything grown- up rarely present themselves so what I watch is very selective and somewhat rare. This is funny because I was the kind of kid who could recite the television guide week by week as a child.
3. Bradley and I have evolved in our relationship to be able to exchange ideas very quickly, to jump topics and return to them at random times and we often carry on two conversations at once, sometimes talking over one another for entire minutes, simultaneously having a conversation together. We say we have fast talking squirrel brains. Admittedly, that is pretty intense, but it’s fun and we rarely get that carried away when someone else is around, but we do speak, laugh and talk with intensity. We don’t think our rate of speech is a problem. We think that people need to evolve along with us. Or world is not slowing down. At any given moment I have a big list of things to accomplish while posting to Instagram, checking Facebook, texting, shopping and carrying on a conversation with someone. Our world is multilayered now with a million conversations going on simultaneously both within our sphere and outside of it. It’s ok for us to embrace this. It’s good. The other option is the equivalent of the olde timey man with ye olde hearing aide: a horn to his ear while he hollers, “What?! Speak up!” Evolving in this way will hopefully allow us to continue to engage in media and stay connected to people outside of our generation.
4. I am the baby in my family with two older brothers. This means I had my mom and dad to myself as a teenager and, I’m not going to lie, it was a golden age. My brothers don’t really care that much about me or my life, but my mom, dad, husband and I have a really nice, close bond.
5. I always hated my name growing up. I went by Tami as a child and changed it to Tamara (my given name) when I was a teenager, after I decided ‘Tami’ was a name for strippers and women truckers. Later, I found out I was named after the Debbie Reynolds song, ‘Tami’s in Love’ that my mom heard in 3rd grade. She loved the song so much that it made my family nickname much less hated by me. I also found out I was nearly named ‘Tassie’, my mom’s maiden name. If I could pick, I would have chosen Tassie in a heartbeat. I love it.
6. When I was little I had an entire classroom in my bedroom. Meaning, I had little boxes set up as desks in my room with dolls as the students and anytime I would go upstairs I would boss my imaginary students around. This went on for years until one day my mom asked me who I was yelling at like that. I blushed, explained the situation, and while I was never humiliated by my mother, I was embarrassed and shut down my private school.
7. I have primarily been a vegetarian since I was 15. Initially I became a veg for many reasons, mostly environmental. Truly, though, I just can’t stand the cruelty and I feel like if I could kill it I could eat it. But I could never bring myself to take a life. Unless we are talking slugs and bugs, those mofos need to die, but I ain’t eating them! My husband also, thankfully, became veggie at 15 so I didn’t have to turn him into one and, of course, my kids also eat meat free.
8. I have never lived outside of Washington State. I read somewhere that you should live in New York at least once in your life (but leave before you become to hardened) and you should also live in Northern Cali at least once in your life (but leave before you get too soft). I often think I should diversify and try something out, but I can’t imagine living in a place that is not green, not near the ocean and not cool. I love living on the outskirts of my awesome city, but am open to moving. In 20-30 years. πŸ™‚
9. I have never been cool, never been a part of a clique, never been popular, never been someone people just need to hang around with. I think that’s weird because I think I’m super-cool-awesome-sauce and funny. Instead I tend to build a small group of friends and loved ones around me and they are pretty much it. Right now I have my kids, my parents, my Bradley, an old friend from high school and two girls from work who I would never hesitate to call in a pinch. I know other people, but I am not a hanger-outer/partier. Sometimes I wish I were more included, but mostly I really enjoy my small circle.
10. I am a dork. I always have been. I once had a boyfriend who told me, “You’re not cool… You’re… Just…. Different.” Okaaaayyy… I have embraced my dorkiness of late, though. We geek out to Star Wars, Buffy, Adventuretime and other geekworthy bits. But not Dr. Who or Firefly. But more than that, I’m just a dorky dork who likes being a little adorkable. It gives me license to like things outside of what people deem acceptable for my age.
11. I was engaged before I was with Bradley. We had a hall rented and everything. I knew he wasn’t right for me but I was worried that, since I was fat, I wouldn’t ever find anyone else. I made a million compromises with the guy and he finally broke up with me in Paris on day three of a four month journey I was taking through Europe. I’m glad he was honest and did it then instead of later, but it was a tricky situation to be in. However, as soon as we split, I thought of my present Bradley. He met up with me the day after my trip ended and we’ve been inseperable ever since.
12. My dream job is to be an artist and writer. I would love to have a studio like Eric Carle or Jackson Pollock has where I could spread papers out and collage in a huge space. I would like to create graphic novels for teenagers about love and romantic stuff.
13. On that note, when I write I get super attached to my characters and miss them when I’m not writing about them. They kind of become friends, as weird as that might seem.
14. I’m an easy laugher. Like, I will laugh and laugh and seem to have a strange sense of humor because I will laugh at things that are probably not funny to others! The result is that people think they are super funny around me. It’s nice to be that audience for people, and it’s nice to laugh and enjoy conversations that much!
15. Reading is bomb. When I was a kid I read constantly. If you wanted to give me a gift, a book was a good bet. I read crap, though (Danielle Steele, Stephen King and the like) and decided to be a little more intellectual as I got older. Over time, I stopped reading, then I accidentally came upon a romance novel with a juicy part in it and I got hooked. Romance, romance romance- that is what I want lately! Though, it must be said that I also REALLY like reading historical fiction and travel memoirs. Bill Bryson is a favorite of mine and I love HF from the Henry the VIII era. That dude was crazy!
16. My birthday should be a national holiday. My birthday is not on October 29, rather it is the entire month of October. I loooove my birthday but despise aging. The fact that I’m turning 40 this year burns my soul. If I hadn’t nearly met my goal of 40 before 40 I would seriously be depressed. This body project is saving my brain.
17. Modesty is not an issue with me. I don’t care who sees my body as long as they are not judgmental about me. I hate people who take pictures of strangers and then post them to Facebook calling out their too sexy/fat/ugly bodies. Why do people care so much and why do they want to inflict their negativity on others? Keep your judgement to yourselves, people and let the rest of us live in peace.
18. I think I want to quit Facebook. I always worry that I’m going to post the wrong thing that will offend someone or make them think poorly of me. People post memes that are disdainful of updates about working out, what’s for dinner, self portraits, kid quotes and anything else. It seems like the only acceptable posts are complaints so I just don’t really post much of anything anymore.
19. I collect Wonder Woman stuff. It all started as a child- I wanted Wonder Woman underoos in the biggest baddest way, but my dream was never realized. A few years ago I saw the same underoos set online FOR ADULTS so I spent way too much on them. I love them and have added a variety of WW swag to my life!
20. I have strong opinions about sex-Ed and kids. I think it’s seriously weird that we spend SO MUCH TIME teaching children how to be successful in the working and school world but we rely on one primary relationship (parents) and television to model how to be in a relationship for much of our children’s educations about sex and love, which is surprising since many people cite their primary partners as one of the factors in their life’s success.

Describe 3 legitimate fears you have.
Snakes
Caterpillars (I hate their sticky icky feet and green guts and habits of covering trees. Shiver.)
Heights- mostly just cliffs and bridges, not, interestingly enough, roller coasters and other amusement rides.
I also have to add maggots to the list. There is a horrible story that goes with this involving a walk across the living room as a teenager in socks. Oh, the floor was absolutely, squirmingly covered with maggots.

Describe your relationship with your spouse.
Bradley is my other half, seriously. For him, it was love at first sight. For me, I was in a pretty serious relationship at the time and couldn’t let myself really see him… But I kinda knew I liked him. We are codependent, needy and crazy about each other. We hate to be apart and rarely are, except for work. I adore that man.

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{16 year old me and my brothers}
List 10 things you would tell your 16 year-old self, if you could.
1. I would tell myself to cut the crappy relationships out and I would tell myself to hightail it down the freeway to Bradley’s house where we could have started our story a few years earlier.
2. Don’t worry about love. Don’t settle for love. It will all work out.
3. You have PCOS. Start working out and eating healthy now and things will be better for you in the long run.
4. Don’t go to college right out of high school. You are not ready. Go play, travel and skip the college loans that you’re otherwise going to have to pay for after earning a 1.2 GPA.
5. You are smart. Your brain is just not ready yet. Work hard, but remain positive. This will get easier once you grow out of your ADHD brain.
6. When that dude from the McDonalds asks you out, don’t go. He’s all hands and you’re not into it. I promise.
7. Don’t apologize about your musical tastes. You are diverse. Just enjoy it.
8. Don’t be intentionally dumpy or grungy in your 20’s. That whole ‘I don’t care how I dress, I’m an individual’ thing looks really stupid when you’re going on 40 and wondering why you didn’t capitalize on your hotness before it got all wrinkly and grey.
9. Don’t live by everyone else’s rules. You’re smart and you’re allowed to enjoy yourself in life, adventure and love without worrying about labels you may acquire. At your heart you are a good person. That shines through.
10. You’re worthy of this life. Believe it. Don’t be afraid to chase the things that are important to you. Join the swim team, for goodness sakes! Who cares if people will see you in a bathing suit! (That is the entire reason I never joined. Silly, huh?!)

What are the 5 things that make you most happy right now?
Bradley
Gigi
Jude
Schoolteacher summers
My marriage

***. Ha ha! There are two number 3’s! Oops! You got 21 random things instead. πŸ™‚