Tuesday, February 14, 2012
WHAT A WEEK! Whew! Glad its over. I still feel like I'm recovering. Anyhow, the week was completely hectic and full starting the minute I stepped foot off the Greyhound onto El Centro soil. I slept only 1 hour and dozed [sorta] on the bus for 2 hours. I shopped until I dropped! Most days we went to no less than 3 stores picking up supplies. I got my hair cut on Wednesday, the longest shopping day ever! 7+ hours: Starting with Wal-Mart, Target, Food4Less, Costco, Smart & Final, and Vons. I know most of you don't know anything about El Centro, but it plain ol' sucks. Obviously, it took 6 stores to get everything we needed. We also spent 3 solid hours cleaning my grandmother's patio and doing some yard work, as that's where we had the reception. We didn't take any breaks in that 3 hours, either. We left there a sweaty, sticky, dusty, leafy, wood/paint chippy mess. Worse case of allergies ever- for all 3 of us.
Thursday morning I woke up bright and early. And spent the ENTIRE DAY cooking for the dinner. I made bruschetta (just tomatoes, feta, and basil) and sliced up 3 baguettes, two kinds of hummus (roasted red pepper and spicy), baked macaroni and cheese (using gruyere and havarti cheeses, artichoke hearts, and spinach), chocolate and colorful candied mustache and lip lollipops, cupcakes in a jar, and wedding cake. I also handmade a topper for it. In addition to what I made, my aunt made her famous whole wheat dinner rolls, my grandma made a green salad (salad bar style!), my other aunt made the cocktails, and my mom made two huge briskets and two racks of baby back ribs. We also had rice crispies treats, petit fours, and snickerdoodles; and savories we had my mom's famous potato salad and roasted veggies. It was a veritable feast, washed down with iced tea, lemonade, and Dr. Pepper.
I was a flurry of teal the entire night, as I was the one putting this shindig on.
The morning of the ceremony I got up extra early and baked the sponge cake. I painted my nails, ironed my dress and my brother's suit, and generally got everyone going. As I was a witness, I had to be at the courthouse early with the bride and groom. My parents came later. And we all realized my other brother was missing from the action. Well, we couldn't stall the ceremony, so we went through with it. Turns out my poor brother was there the whole time! He just didn't know where to go. So, he missed the ceremony. I felt so terrible, I wanted to cry. He was pretty upset also. :-( It was important for us all to be there, as the bride's flaky parents didn't even bother to show up. They didn't object to the wedding, they love my brother and my family. They're just flakes, plain and simple.
The "wedding party". I was Best Man. Then there's the groom, my baby brother Ethan. Then, Lauren, my beautiful sister-in-law, and Viviana, the Matron of Honor.
The dining area in the yard.
Beautiful lantern on the table.
Bottles with daisies and carnations (and the cupcake in a jar)
Anyway, it was crazy getting everything decorated and food warmed and plated and set out, but I got through it. By the time I got everything done, I didn't even want to eat dinner. I munched a small plate of food while I assembled the wedding cake. It was made with whipped cream and fresh berries, so it needed to be assembled and eaten pretty quickly. It was a delicious cake! It was a wonderful night, surrounded with loved ones and delicious eats. I got home at about 11pm and don't even remember my head hitting the pillow.
The wedding cake with handmade topper!
Decorations and food area, side 1.
Decorations and food area, side 2.
The next morning I woke up and headed to the Holtville Carrot Festival parade with my dad. He owns a 1970 Chevrolet El Camino (his very first car) and is part of a car club. They named themselves "The Drifter's Car Club" which I think is totally lame. I suggested they call themselves "Old Guys with Old Cars". Much better, in my humble opinion! ;-) Anyway, we drove through the parade, I drank a sh*tty cup of gas station coffee, and I got a giant 3 or 4 gallon bag of fresh produce- it was "fill your bag with as much as you can" for only $5!! The sad thing is, this is the only farmer's market type thing in the Imperial Valley (the Farmer's Market they have once a year doesn't even have any fresh produce to buy). Its pathetic considering its a HUGE agricultural area. The entire Imperial Valley is completely and totally surrounded by fields and agriculture.
My dad's truck
The car parade line-up. My dad's is the 3rd car. The 2nd one is my dream car!
One side of the festival in the town square.
The other side, with the carnival and cars from another club.
Anyway, that was a fun day. I saw some old friends, had some fresh fish tacos, saw some more of my family. It was nice to revisit it, as I grew up attending that festival. Super awesome!
Me & the other witness, Vivi.
Friday, February 03, 2012
This was my dinner last night... Homemade chicken and waffles. Oh yeah!
And it appears this is my mind/body this week:
Thursday, February 02, 2012
I'm noticing a lot of my lovely SparkFriends are in the habit of posting monthly goals, either due to a team challenge they're participating in or for themselves. I realize this is NOT news and that this occurs rather frequently. Why its never occurred to me to give that a shot, I'll never know! But, maybe that's a nice thing to do. I'm fairly goal-oriented and having it listed or written down somewhere is something I'm inclined to do and enjoy and follow. So, I've decided to give it a go:
Track food at least 3 days (all food eaten) per week. One has to be a weekend day.
Drink 64oz of water (plain) a day for at least 3 days of the week. I can count unsweetened tea or Crystal Lite To-Go as "other" water.
No more f***ing soda! I'm angry to even have to have this as a goal, as I normally don't drink soda... went months without it, in fact... but, the last few weeks... grrr...
Eat breakfast MWF before class (or take one to eat during class).
Meet or exceed 500 minute fitness goal for February. I was 104 minutes short of this goal for January. I can do better.
Plant something edible. Tomatoes, herbs, peppers... doesn't matter. Plant it!
Get through my baby brother's wedding without killing anyone. Why am I the only sane member of my family?!
Keep up/catch up with homework in all 4 classes, including the week I'll be at my parent's for the wedding.
Alright, that should do it. School and wedding have me pretty busy, so I'm not going to stress too much about it.
I had a great time at the latest San Diego Spark Rally. WOLFKITTY (Jocelyn) came to pick me up in the morning and we headed to Tecolote Shores at Mission Bay. It was a gorgeous, sunny day out. We walked along the marked path for a bit over 4 miles (almost 4.5, natch). It was a great walk. Lots of people out enjoying their fitness, playing in the water, men with no shirts playing volleyball, kids on the playground... It was great to get to chat with such wonderful Sparks in person! HAWAIIANMAMA and KSANDIEGO were awesome walking company the first leg of the journey; WOLFKITTY and SASSYJAY were my amazing companions on the journey back. SMILEY1K brought her husband along to walk with us, and FITNFUNJEN joined us a bit later with her husband. ABB698 stayed at the picnic table with her adorable daughter and held down the fort.
We had a delicious and healthy potluck lunch! I made Chicken Machaca burritos (recipe here: http://recipes.sparkpeople.com/recipe-deta
il.asp?recipe=1968926). Other Sparks brought egg salad (made with veganaise) on wheat sandwich thins, cactus salsa, black bean and cauliflower wraps, fruit salad with yogurt, juicy orange slices, and baked seaweed snacks. It was a super feast of delicious epicness! We sat and ate and talked and talked and enjoyed each other's company. I can't wait for the next rally (I hope I get to go).
As far as school is going, I'm a busy bee with 4 classes. Two are nutrition classes, so I'm majorly stoked- advanced nutrition and diet therapy. Both should be interesting. I'm also enrolled in a leadership class, which is so far not as interesting, but hopefully it'll pick up. Its a theory class, so its a little tougher than the run-of-the-mill college class. And I'm in a culinary class for commercial cooking/kitchens. That should be a lot of fun because I'll actually be spending time in a commercial kitchen! I gotta dig out my chef's coat, pants, skull cap, apron, and non-slip shoes. All are required! So cool!!! These are the 4 classes I need to get my Dietary Services Supervisor certificate. I still have to do my practicum, which involves me working in an actual nursing home kitchen. That's up in the air for when that'll happen. If the budget doesn't completely tank, I can do it as early as this summer. If it does, then the earliest would be throughout fall semester... Seems like that'll be really far away, but if that's the case, then I'll have my surgery early in the summer. If I can do practicum over summer, then I'll do my surgery later in the summer. So, I'll find out in May what the dealio is.
I guess that's it for me...
Once again, machaca link:
Friday, January 20, 2012
I read a great article on MSN today about a woman who loves her body, but hates her legs. That caught my eye because I hate my legs, too! (I can't say I love my body, yet, but I suspect I'd be in a similar boat as the woman in the article.) Here's the link to it:
This woman may as well have been me writing this story. The way she describes the physical appearance of her legs are the same way I describe mine: blotchy, stuffed sausage. I consider myself to be a person with moderate or average self-esteem, but when it comes to my legs, my confidence crumbles. I don't own a pair of shorts that aren't meant to be worn outside a pool. I don't wear swimsuits without a long pair of boardshorts. I have knee-length dresses, but it takes a feat of strength on my part to ignore the fact that you can still see my huge calves and ankles. So, I normally wear long dresses, pants (even in summer), long skirts, and "flood" length pants (which still make me uncomfortable sometimes).
Long board shorts on my Mexican Riviera vacay.
Rolled up floods in Puerto Vallarta, MX. It was 90+ degrees outside and I still wore heavy denim. I felt awkward with these and my "ugly" shoes.
I hate my legs more than any other part of my body. I have that awful "double wave" on my arms... ya know, that extra flab under the bicep. I do hate that, but I hate it less than my legs. I wish that pooch on my tummy, the part right under my belly button that cushions my internal lady organs, was significantly smaller... or at least stuck out only as much as my upper tummy. I wish my butt was a little more perky, and a lot less saggy. I don't even necessarily want it smaller at this point. Just up more than down. I would love for my teeth to be whiter, but those white strip things burn my gums and make my teeth SUPER sensitive. And, I hate all these things, but I hate them less than my legs.
Maybe its because I'm afraid I won't ever be able to do anything about them. My body shape is a lot like my grandmother's and my aunt's. I'm pear shaped, with a larger lower half. My grandmother isn't the biggest woman (she's lost a lot of weight recently), but her calves look very "athletic", and they always have. Same with my aunt. And same with me. I want my body to look proportional when I get to my goal. And somehow, I don't think my legs will cooperate.
My calves look ginormous to me in this pic. Like the stuffed sausage I think of when it comes to my legs.
Besides that, my legs are total jerks. My knees are the crap. They hurt going up and down stairs. My ankles are weak little wussies. And my feet... man, don't get my started on that plantar fasciitis. And my calves can't handle a little bit of workout. Several years ago I sustained a pretty wicked injury when I was coaching gymnastics. Part of our employment agreement there was to at least be working on good exercise habits and gymnastic moves if possible. I was a fairly decent tumbler, especially considering I wasn't the smallest girl. So, after work, when all the kids had gone home, and most of the coaches, too, a few of us would stay after and get our fitness on. One of the coaches was working on becoming a certified personal trainer, so we offered to be her guinea pigs. She did a great job on me. My butt was lifted, I dropped two pants sizes, I felt good and I looked good.
Well, one night we were doing calve raises on the floor beam, which provides a greater range of motion. Unfortunately, I must have overdone it even though I didn't feel a thing that night. I woke up the next day unable to walk. My calves had spasmed sooooo bad! I was unable to walk for a week, and I was unable to walk normally for another after that. And I've always had problems ever since. My muscles up the back of both calves are always tight and bother me when I exercise. Grrr... I probably should have had some sort of physical therapy, but I didn't have health insurance at the time.
A few things about myself and my journey differed from her article. When life starts to suck (and lets face it, these days it does quite a bit) I don't notice a heightened sense of self-criticism when it comes to my physical appearance. My grandmother may/may not have been raised in a time when women were reliant on their looks to "land a man" or a job or whatever else. But, I never got that impression from her. She never projected an importance on looks, just health.
"Coping with imperfections is the best way of dealing with them," says Martin. "You can't heal relationships with your body once and for all. It's a constant negotiation. The women who are successful at this are those who take the time to really tune into their lives, to reject their own internal critics, and really turn up their focus on joy and wellness. Once you step away and look at the bigger picture, the size of your thighs seems pretty insignificant."
This blog really wasn't meant to be a huge put-down on myself. It was just supposed to be working on myself about accepting who I am, how I am. Sometime I'd like to think I'll get there. So, I apparently need to step away and look at the bigger picture, focus on my joy and wellness, and really tune into my life. However you do that.
It would be nice to not have to buy wide-calf boots someday.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Some statistics to make you think. Just because we're plus sized, doesn't always mean we're unhealthy.
I love the tips at the bottom, especially by supporting the companies that better cater to your size and supporting indie designers.
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