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My Life Thus Far
2011-04-02 05:01:37 (UTC)

I Feel So Special :)

What an exceptional day! I have so much to write about! I'm not even sure where to start... I guess I'll start from this morning and work my way to now. Hopefully I can remember everything I made a mental note I wanted to write about...

Before I get started, I wanted to share a wonderful little snippet of feedback I got today. I feel so special :)

"I am so proud of you woman! Not only for your new habits
but for your new attitudes. If they gave an award on this
site for most improved life I would give it to you. I have
been reading for years and love how you are so much more
positive. Way to go! Get yours girl!"

Thank you ~B~, your kind words are greatly appreciated!

Now on with my day...

Keenan peed on the potty this morning! After his bath he fell asleep wrapped in a towel on my bed as I was finishing getting dressed. This is a common occurrence. He wakes up very early (5-6am) and needs a nap by 9am, when I'm ready to leave for the gym. It never fails. Today it didn't matter because I was waiting for Snookums to come home anyway. Usually I slip a diaper on him or risk getting my bed peed on (this has happened a couple times). I was in the kitchen getting my Muscle Milk and water when I heard him wake up, fussing slightly frantically. I came into the bedroom and he was standing naked in the middle of my bed, holding himself. I asked him if he needed to go potty and he nodded "yes". So, I sat him on his potty chair and he let it loose. A big ole' pee! He was so proud of himself, he dragged daddy into the bathroom as soon as he walked through the door! It was cute. I hope this means he's ready to seriously start potty-training. We've tried in the past and he wasn't ready to give up the safety and comfort of diapers. It must be an emotional comfort, because I can't imagine sitting in wet or stink could be any kind of physical comfort.

Yesterday while I was chatting with my friend Gen, I got a call from one of my supervisors at The Y. I let it go to voicemail. She mentioned something about "Y Stories" (I'll explain what that is momentarily) and I wasn't sure if she was calling in a professional capacity or if she was calling me as a member. Well, today when I went in to workout, I stopped in the weight room office to talk with her. She was calling me as a member.

Y Stories is a program at the YMCA designed to help members motivate each other. They choose people that have made great achievements in their health and fitness while being affiliated with The Y. Basically, I'm going to write a little autobiography about what I've accomplished, they're going to take my picture and the whole thing is going to be turned into a giant poster and plastered somewhere in the building. It's a great honor, for sure. I'm just really worried about what might happen once I'm all out there for everyone to see. Will I ever be able to work out in peace again? Maybe not at first, but eventually the "fame" will diminish. After all, it is only 15 minute's worth, right? Ultimately, I would love to be a source of inspiration for others. I hadn't counted on that meaning I had to open myself up in such public ways. I need to start working on my "story". Rhonda wants it by Wednesday of next week. I know what I should write, I'm just not sure how I want to write it. Of course I'll post it here for critique, as well :)

Over the past couple days I've learned something else about myself. I'm much more patient! The other day when I was buying vitamins at Target, I got cut in front of at the check out line and I didn't even get upset about it. An associate saw it happened and opened a new line for me. She asked me "did that lady just cut in front of you?" I nodded yes, but wasn't very upset about it. I was too busy thinking about what I was going to have for dinner :) She seemed to be making more of a to-do about it than I thought it was worth. Then today while I was at the gym, I was sitting in the sauna for my post-workout relaxation session and a man came in with a 1990's era Walkman on. The headphones were terrible. He might as well have brought a radio in, because I could hear every lyric of his heavy metal music. I like to meditate in the sauna, but that wasn't possible. So, I got out and decided to try the steam room instead. It was totally empty! I sunk back into the bench and let the steam seep through me... it was heaven. Until guess-who decided to come in. Yep, Mr. Walkman. The old me would have been highly pissed off. The new me was surprised such an old electronic device could withstand high heat and moisture. It was time for me to get going, anyway. I'm not saying I don't get upset now and again. I do. But for the most part, I'm grateful to see a mellowing of my moods. Less extreme highs, way less rock bottom lows. I'm so much more stable. I guess I've got too many endorphins going to be upset for any length of time! It's fantastic :)

I made a marvelous chicken stir-fry tonight. Lean chicken breast, a little olive oil, whole wheat yakisoba noodles (yes, there is such a thing), broccoli, carrots, snap peas, bok choy, mushrooms and scallions. To die for. I'm glad there's some left. I'll have it tomorrow. I'm not sure how Snookums felt about it. He ate two bowls. Lately he's been very resistant to my healthy lifestyle. He's totally fine with me living a healthy life, but if he even THINKS I'm trying to force it upon him, he rebels (i.e. disappearing, then coming home smelling like Taco Bell). Never have I forced him to do as I do! I'm hoping it's his conscience making him feel pressured. He knows he needs to change his ways, but he's fighting it tooth and nail. Someday he'll come around...




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