I've been to a marvelous party with doughnuts, coffee, and ice cream. It was it out in the fresh air it was inside it was everywhere! I couldn't have loved it more!
There comes a moment in your journey of weight loss where you go in deep deep denial. I heard a quote once that being fat was so easy. It's true. You don't count calories you don't have to exercise and if you feel like getting the double scoop of ice cream damn it you are going for the second scoop. However your pants slowly explode, you get winded going up one flight of stairs and the thought of parking far away makes you just say you know what? I don't need to go who really needs toilet paper (true story). I hate to admit this but I'm my worst enemy. Food is my alcohol. My drug. My black tar heroin it takes away the pain of existing. Rude comments? Hello mr snickers bar. Mammo princess going crazy ( mammo princess is a rude or obnoxious person) why hello jelly bellies. My goodness this meeting driving me crazy oh look doughnuts. Oh everybody only ate one and the left overs are in the break room? Guess I can have another one. Gosh I'm tired today I want a mocha chiller. No I NEED one. I'm so tired guess ill have a Coke and Dr. Pepper combo. Who cares! I can eat as much as I want! Who cares! As you can see the list goes on and on.
Last week I woke up and realized that I had worn the same outfits every week cause they were the only ones that fit. That my running shoes were gathering dust. My bike a relic of dust something I ride once a week to just say I did. Then it hit me. I was using food again. Instead of being a means of energy it was slowly taking control of my life. My day focused around what time was I going to eat. What I was going to eat. Eating to brink of wanting to throw up.
The magic, the glamour was fading, and I woke up in deep fear I had developed diabetes.
The marvelous party didn't seem so marvelous. Time to wake up. The dream has become a nightmare.
I have always wanted a horse. Being born in the city I've never really had the chance to be around one. Yet riding a horse just seems like one of those essential life skills like shooting a gun or learning how to churn butter. Both sound rather stupid but you never know when they are going to come in handy or an amusing conversation starter. I can just picture it oh I had the best aha moment this morning when I was out on my back porch churning butter..or perhaps not.
Anyway back to Captian Oates. For my 29th birthday I had to have one of those annoying grown up birthdays where you pay your bills and ask for house ware items. So when people asked me what I really wanted I said I want a pony! So I got many wonderful things from my family but Julie the nurse got me this wonderful fine specimen for my desk at Mammoland.
So now when I have a mammo princess(aka really pissy or rude lady) Captian Oates and I vote whether or not they get a penalty hold.
Jorge the mixer was jealous at first but he and Peptio the toaster are glad to have a new member in the family.
Goodness you think I died or something about the lack of post. Well deary ducks I went off to live my life a little bit and now since I"m broke and work is getting busy its time to fill you in on where and what I have been doing.
So lets start with races shall we?
I did the Striders Half, The Big Sur 21 miler, The Ogden Half, and The Brigham City half. I found the most amazing running pal Kaityln who helped me in so many ways this racing season! The high light was the Big Sur 21 miler, but that's another post for another day.
Then I decided after I hung up my shoes it was time to travel. So I went to Sea Ranch California, St. George then off to Monterey CA, St. George again to cheer the Princess during the half iron man, St. Louis MO, then to Maui HI, then off to Durango Colorado, and then back to San Francisco. It was gloriously fun but then you start longing for home so I'm home for little while. I have the messy house and laundry to prove I went somewhere.
After two years of being the face of mammography I've decided to become an ASL interpreter (American Sign Language) I have a terrible time with other languages. In high school I passed Spanish by providing the ice cream to the various class fiestas and also learned about how to brokerage back room deals.
So I have lots pictures, lots of new characters to introduce and of course more kibitzing about how on earth I got so fat.