Mothers

Mothers. They’re so … tactful. I was a few days into the visit with my parents in June when my mother asked something that had clearly been on her mind for most of them. “So… why don’t you have a flat stomach? I mean, with all the exercise stuff you’ve been doing…” For the record, this is me: I gave her the short answer (“diet”), but it was one more reminder that people who don’t do “exercise stuff” and even most of the people do have pretty much no concept of just how much goes into turning a body into what you see in magazines or on TV. Everybody (with the possible exception of my mother) has seen that Dove timelapse cover girl video, and everybody knows that everything in the media is photoshopped to death, but it’s almost impossible to internalize the idea in the same way that we’ve…

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Wow.

Seven days left in our official fundraising campaign, three days before we need the funds, we’ve hit…and exceeded…our goal of raising half the fund we need for a years worth of insurance. Now we’re into the stretch goal, and starting to think about covering all the insurance, and getting some more loaner gear for students. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed…you folks are showing some serious support. Thank you! I’m looking forward to getting back into training. Since I quit my previous job, got married, had a lovely honeymoon and have settled into a nice, new job…I’ve added about six inches to my waistline. That really didn’t take long…Good food and happiness can have that effect, I guess. A big part of the gain has been due to the serious decrease in exercise. Twelve km of walking, and thirty km of biking every day is a good bit of exercise to…

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With reasonable fitness…

You should be able to: go for a two hour ramble with a friend at the drop of a hat, no water, no workout clothes, just a nice long walk. support your body weight on your fingertips, if only for a moment. sprint full out for at least five seconds without feeling like it’s really taxing. lie flat on your back and spring up to standing without pausing do a few cartwheels for the hell of it do a freestanding handstand for a few seconds play with a kid at playground until they get bored, without feeling likes it’s a hardship be on your feet all day without feeling like you need to sit down pick berries for a full afternoon hike for a full day carrying all the food and water you need hold a sixty second plank and wonder why people think it’s exercise skip eating for eight…

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Adding things up

Had a great bike ride on the weekend. Headed out past the airport. Stopped at the last bit of land before the Pacific, and enjoyed the cool ocean breeze. Snapped a few pictures with my phone. Courtney took a few pictures of me. We went home. I looked through the pictures yesterday, and they were all terrible cel phone pics. Nothing worth while. But I looked back at one picture of me, and I realized something. I can no longer legitimately call myself “fat.” What a weird feeling. Overweight, yeah, but not fat. The scale tells me nothing has changed. Almost nothing. Three pounds in six weeks, but that can probably be added back on with one salty meal. But something has changed. I feel different. Ditching the idea of weight loss, ditching the entire concept of diet, has been great.  As I wrote before, I can enjoy a cupcake guilt…

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Sixty pound cupcake

I ate a cupcake today. And even thought I’m overweight and a nutrition coach, I felt no guilt. We were up the hill at a small local farmers market, and someone was selling baked goods. I saw cupcakes with sprinkles on top. They were real, old-fashioned home-made cupcakes, not those crappy abominations they sell at cupcake stores these days. I wanted to taste one, so I did. It was good. Yummy, like how I remembered them as a child. It was weird, because it was not the end of my world. I did not feel immediate remorse. I did not instantly bemoan the disaster I had made of my diet, and decide that today was an “off day” and binge out. I’m not currently obsessing about other treats either. It seems crazy, but I just ate the cupcake, bought some berries and hand-churned butter, and walked home. Taught some sabre…

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Wednesday WTF: Strong is Beautiful

Anger. I have it. I love these Wednesday posts. The timing just seems to be right for me to vent and get some crap out of my system. Well, to get out some of the crap the system has put in my head. The system, BTW, is you…we all participate. Let’s get a little smarter together, shall we? A little good before the bad, Krista Scott-Dixon runs a great website you should have a read of. She has a good community on her Facebook page, and it was there I ran across this story about Sarah Robles, an Olympian. Inspiring woman. Lots of interesting little tidbits in her blog, but what really hits me is her lack of complaint. She shows up to do what she’s good at, things suck but she deals. Why does she raise a fuss about things? Because, as she says, if she doesn’t no one…

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