Some of you know, and some do not, that I sometimes obsess a little bit about my weight. Good, bad, or indifferent, I am always at least aware of my weight and shape. So I decided to start training for a 10K so that I would focus more on strength than on the number on the scale. It started out well, but now that I'm a couple of weeks into it, I sure can run harder and longer than I ever have..but I'm also gaining weight. I know some of it is muscle gain, and some of it is straight up needing more reserves/energy to burn to run that far and long. I went from running 8-10 miles a week, to about 20 miles a week.
However, I think part of it is also my letting myself eat what I want. This probably sounds pathetic, but it somehow feels better to blog about it. I cannot handle gaining weight like this, even when I understand what it's for, and know I can drop it all after the race. It makes me irritable and angry at myself all the time. I just don't feel good when I gain weight. And I have no energy when I lose it all. AHHGHGH!
So, there is my whiny, "poor me" post. Sorry you had to read it :)
Friday, March 11, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Working with women
I love my job. One of the things I love about it is all the wonderful women I get to work with. Powerful women, docile women, energetic women...all varieties, all working together to prevent child abuse. It's incredible.
What I love, though, is also what I hate. There is always this game, this balance, of friend and coworker, supervisor and supervisee...and it seems someone is always offended at what another has said or done, or not said or done, or said in a different tone, or didn't use any tone at all...you get the idea. I feel like I'm constantly doing damage control; smoothing someone else's feathers, or my own. It can be exhausting. I think I'm joking around with someone, then find out they took offense. Someone is joking with me, and I take offense. It's ridiculous.
Today seemed to be exceptionally full of those games, and it left a bad taste in my mouth.
The tricky thing is, in order to bond on a certain level with people, you have to go outside a certain level of office formality. And once you cross that line, you risk falling into the cycle I just described. This seems to always happen, and I end up wishing I'd just stayed on the outskirts of the office friendships. Ugh. Maybe someday I'll figure this out.
I welcome your advice. Please.
What I love, though, is also what I hate. There is always this game, this balance, of friend and coworker, supervisor and supervisee...and it seems someone is always offended at what another has said or done, or not said or done, or said in a different tone, or didn't use any tone at all...you get the idea. I feel like I'm constantly doing damage control; smoothing someone else's feathers, or my own. It can be exhausting. I think I'm joking around with someone, then find out they took offense. Someone is joking with me, and I take offense. It's ridiculous.
Today seemed to be exceptionally full of those games, and it left a bad taste in my mouth.
The tricky thing is, in order to bond on a certain level with people, you have to go outside a certain level of office formality. And once you cross that line, you risk falling into the cycle I just described. This seems to always happen, and I end up wishing I'd just stayed on the outskirts of the office friendships. Ugh. Maybe someday I'll figure this out.
I welcome your advice. Please.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Sunday, December 12, 2010
How We Met
So, I just realized that a girl I know from my first high school has been married for four years, and I don't know the story of how she and her husband met! I know her husband's and children's names, I keep up on her blog. etc. But I don't know "their story". It ocurred to me that some of you out there may not know the "Tom and Miriah Story". So, for those of you who are interested, here it is:
I moved to Logan, Utah in 2005 to go to USU. I did not know a single soul in the entire city. I lived in some on-campus leadership housing apartments called "Summit Hall". There were 3 bedrooms, and six roomates per apartment. In my apartment, one of the roomates, (not the one I actually shared a bedroom with, but one that lived in the apartment) had a brother on a mission. She and I became pretty good friends; I even went home with her for a long weekend since I couldn't travel all the way home and didn't want to be alone on campus. I ended up sleeping in the brother's bedroom who was gone on a mission. I looked at his trophies, awards, and pictures that decorated the room, slightly curious about this brother she always talked about. But, she had another friend she wanted to set Tom up with when he got home from Guatemala the next semester.
When Tom got home from his mission, we (Jeanette's friends) met him briefly, then went on Christmas break. When we got back, Tom moved in across the hall, in a "boys" apartment. He and his sister are very close, and wanted to live in the same apartment building. Consequently, Tom was over in our apartment a lot. We would bump into each other in the halls, or on our way to class or the gym. We made casual conversation. One evening there was a Martin Luther King Vigil I was going to, and invited him to come along last minute. He came. He also hung out with a lot of other girls too, though. Not so much the one Jeanette wanted him to date, but he seemed to always be just coming from some girl's apartment.
A night shortly after the vigil, a big group of us were watching a movie in my apartment and he came and layed down in the bean bag next to me. We did the awkward inching closer to eachother until he finally got the nerve to hold my hand after like, an hour, ha ha. We laugh so hard now at how awkward that was. After that things progressed pretty quickly. We started spending all of our evenings together, leaving notes for eachother, meeting in between classes, singing in the church choir together, etc. He seemed to see less and less of the other girls, until finally, it became pretty clear we were a couple, although we never did have the big "define the relationship talk".
Then bla bla bla, boy proposes, girl says yes, they get married, they have babies, and have been very happy for five years.
SO--that's how Tom and Miriah got started. And, yes, I know I need to get some pictures up.
I moved to Logan, Utah in 2005 to go to USU. I did not know a single soul in the entire city. I lived in some on-campus leadership housing apartments called "Summit Hall". There were 3 bedrooms, and six roomates per apartment. In my apartment, one of the roomates, (not the one I actually shared a bedroom with, but one that lived in the apartment) had a brother on a mission. She and I became pretty good friends; I even went home with her for a long weekend since I couldn't travel all the way home and didn't want to be alone on campus. I ended up sleeping in the brother's bedroom who was gone on a mission. I looked at his trophies, awards, and pictures that decorated the room, slightly curious about this brother she always talked about. But, she had another friend she wanted to set Tom up with when he got home from Guatemala the next semester.
When Tom got home from his mission, we (Jeanette's friends) met him briefly, then went on Christmas break. When we got back, Tom moved in across the hall, in a "boys" apartment. He and his sister are very close, and wanted to live in the same apartment building. Consequently, Tom was over in our apartment a lot. We would bump into each other in the halls, or on our way to class or the gym. We made casual conversation. One evening there was a Martin Luther King Vigil I was going to, and invited him to come along last minute. He came. He also hung out with a lot of other girls too, though. Not so much the one Jeanette wanted him to date, but he seemed to always be just coming from some girl's apartment.
A night shortly after the vigil, a big group of us were watching a movie in my apartment and he came and layed down in the bean bag next to me. We did the awkward inching closer to eachother until he finally got the nerve to hold my hand after like, an hour, ha ha. We laugh so hard now at how awkward that was. After that things progressed pretty quickly. We started spending all of our evenings together, leaving notes for eachother, meeting in between classes, singing in the church choir together, etc. He seemed to see less and less of the other girls, until finally, it became pretty clear we were a couple, although we never did have the big "define the relationship talk".
Then bla bla bla, boy proposes, girl says yes, they get married, they have babies, and have been very happy for five years.
SO--that's how Tom and Miriah got started. And, yes, I know I need to get some pictures up.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Ouch!
So I ran another 5K, and loved it. After I run, I never really want to eat, even though they recommend you do. Well, I needed to go pick up my kids, and was kind of in a hurry anyway, so I decided to skip the food/drink table, grab my shirt and "prize" and get out of there. Three hours later, I'm SOOOO paying for it. Dizzy, cramped muscles, weak, shaky limbs. I guess I should've listened to the experts. I finally did eat something, but it seems like it was too late. We'll see...
Friday, November 5, 2010
To the Friday Slackers (like me).
So it's Friday, probably my favorite day of the week. Although I love Thursdays, because I spend all day thinking about how the next day is Friday. It's "casual" day in the office, meaning I get to wear jeans. The boss is usually out. I usually get to go home early, and everything is just a little bit slower. I used to love Fridays because it meant I would be going out with friends, or going on a hot date. Now I love Fridays because I might be able to get some extra sleep. My hot date? Tom and I trying to stay awake long enough to have a conversation after the kids go to bed.
We were going to try to go to a movie tonight since my birthday is this weekend, but our childcare bailed. And to be honest, I think we were both a little relieved. Sweat pants and a red box suits us just fine! When did we get old? Oh, about the time the second baby came around. I love my kids, but they suck the energy right out of ya.
So here's to all the Friday slackers...I'm in your corner!
We were going to try to go to a movie tonight since my birthday is this weekend, but our childcare bailed. And to be honest, I think we were both a little relieved. Sweat pants and a red box suits us just fine! When did we get old? Oh, about the time the second baby came around. I love my kids, but they suck the energy right out of ya.
So here's to all the Friday slackers...I'm in your corner!
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