Thursday, October 06, 2011
Books and music were my childhood safe haven.
We have a fantastic relationship to this day.
Below is my favorite Shakespearian sonnet. The one that made me BELIEVE imperfection is alright. Attractive even. The one that made me have self-confidence despite any sortcomings.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
Coral is far more red, than her lips red,
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun:
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head:
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight,
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
Friday, September 30, 2011
i don't wear colorful spandex.
i don't have the flippy cap.
i don't have a heart rate monitor or whatever those backpacks are called that are just for water.
i do have a basket on my bicycle and in that, i carry a big thermos i found at the thrift store...
i fill it with ice water and go.
i keep on whatever i am wearing at the moment i decide i am going.
today i realized i am unhappy on days i do not bike.
i don't know if it's the exercise i've been getting (endorphins/sense of accomplishment) or if it's the simple act of being on a bicycle that is bringing me a better sense of peace/self.
i have fun with it.
it's a childlike act when i do it.
i don't take it seriously like i would say, bikram yoga or even running on a treadmill.
the truth is; i don't want to focus on the fact that i'm WORKING out.
sucks the FUN out of it for me.
at the end, sure i'm winded. i get sore. i do lug an added 70lbs worth of kids behind me (toddlers in a bike trailer) on 3 pretty steep inclines on the way back from my current route.
infact, it's almost ALL uphill on the way back but more importantly for me, it's FUN!
i listen to my ipod in one ear and belt out anything from
"i wanna be sedated"(the ramones) to
"40 day dream" (edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros)
in an attempt to both embarrass the snot out of my tween and distract myself of any sense of lower body pain/progress.
i sweat. i hurt. sometimes i don't want to go at all.
i do though. i decided i would stop thinking about it all together and just do it.
once i'm out, i have such a sense of freedom and playfulness.
sure, i come across pros seemingly flying past at top speeds with calves of steel, coconut cracking thighs and colorful spandex outfits but they usually meet me with a smile and wave at my kids. the scowlers and noses in the air types can bite me. not a fan of those in ANY setting.
i've become a "regular" on that stretch of bike path and in another few weeks, i'll likely be on a first name basis with some hardcore bike geeks. ok, maybe not but they'll know me as "that one woman pulling the two kids in the bike trailer, you know the one."
the new bike is not as pretty as the last but it's FAN-EFFING-TASTIC in terms of it's own weight, tire size and gears.
i've been able to cut from 7mi/70mins to 7mi/45mins
and seriously, i HAVE to bike on the daily. even if it's just to the post office (1mi) or to pick up my daughter from preschool (1.5mi).
i guess i'm lucky climate allows, i don't know what i'm going to do when it rains.
maybe bikram yoga.
Monday, September 12, 2011
i remember taking walks with my dad as a kid.
we lived near railroad tracks and there was liquor store a couple blocks away.
i remember always stopping at that store for a bag of m&ms and a coke.
my father never had any concept of nutrition.
if you're hungry, you eat. if you want to lose weight, you don't.
i mean no concept of calories or carbs, it was a very different generation.
also being from mexico and growing up impoverished, i'm sure had a lot to do with his perception of what matters.
well, it's a new day and i am both happy and proud to say that my own children love to go to the farmers market. i love that they ask me for watermelon for breakfast.
berries=CRACK! i never have to worry about raspberries, blueberries or strawberries spoiling for lack of want.
i love that i can buy a bag of brussel sprouts and ruby (who turns 4 this month) literally can't wait till we get home to cook them and insists upon eating a few raw.
i love that zen (3) has a most favorite food being; a tomato.
i love that isabella (12) will ask at a fast food restaurant if she can order a salad in place of fries.
really, these little things give me SO MUCH PLEASURE!
of course, they love popsicles and hot dogs, they're still KIDS!
in my opinion, popsicles and hot dogs should be part of childhood!
i just am elated that JUNK doesn't dominate their life.
they'd rather PLAY and run than watch cartoons or plunk down in front of video games.
we watch cartoons, we play video games avidly but it's all in it's proper place this time round.
i still haven't got a firm grip of my own habits but it really gets me in the soft spot that i
feel i have done right by my kids, the next generation.
i have and am everyday, instilling in them that which was sorely lacking in my own upbringing.
i blame no one, we are all different. i hope to learn to make wise decisions regularly, as my children do. we can learn SO MUCH from kids if we're willing to pay attention!
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