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Thursday Thoughts

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I haven’t really talked much about my life outside of weight loss, running, and working out. I guess if I keep that up, it’s 1) going to get boring really fast and 2) going to get a lot harder to think of things to write about.

So I thought I’d write a little about the stuff I have upcoming. And maybe a little bit about running, and working out, too.

I’m very excited to start a new class with K-dog tonight. It’s called Treibball (started in Germany) and is essentially ball herding.

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I don’t know much more about it than that your dog has to push the balls with his nose into a “pen” or “goal” and it’s timed. K-dog knows the push command already, or he did, we’ll see. I think it’s going to be a lot of fun. It’s been a long time since we’ve taken a class and I’m really looking forward to learning along with my pup. I’ll try to get some pictures. Here’s where we take classes.

Tomorrow is another BIG day for me. I’m getting my first (and possibly only) tattoo. I’m sure there will be a picture taken, so I’ll post a reveal soon. I designed the image (the artist made it look like something recognizable) and it means a lot to me. I can’t wait to show you all. I may not get a post in tomorrow, as I have a half day at work and Fridays are always busy.

This weekend will probably be a blur too, since bestie and I have a run scheduled for the morning on Saturday and then I’m meeting with a friend that I house/dog sit for every year to go over everything I’ll need to know for the week in April I’ll be staying there! Sunday I’ll be headed west about 1.5 hours to visit with another friend. She and her family just adopted another Great Dane, so K-dog and I must go over for some play time.

Less than a month til the 5K!

As an aside, you know what’s funny about running? It’s addicting. My bestie was just going along for the ride with me doing C25K (just for cardio) and was never ever going to run a 5K, because that’s for crazy people. She soon decided she would run “just this one” with me. Now she’s been emailing me all these possible races and this morning she’s calling a running store that offers beginner classes on Saturday mornings because she wants to learn about form and breathing. It’s all awesome and I’ll be right there beside her.  Even though the other funny thing about running is about 10 minutes into I hate it, but when I’m done I can’t wait to do it again.

Life is pretty good, all-in-all. It’s good to have a lot going besides staring at the number on the scale!

Put the Big Girl on That Horse

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This blog is not going to be a pity party for me, it’s going to be a celebration. But you’re still getting to know me, and I want you to you know who I am.

It’s the truth that I’ve been telling you: I don’t have a full-length mirror in my new apartment yet. I need one, I had one at my old place, I’ll have one again. It’s not that I can’t stand to look at myself or anything like that. Posting full body pictures on here terrifies me, though. You see, this isn’t my first ever blog. I had quite a long running personal blog, back in the earlier days of blogging (when the word got underlined by spell checkers). It still exists out there, and about once a year someone comments on it. Something to the effect of “I see you still haven’t put the fork down.” I don’t think I know this person in real life, and I’ve never responded to this person’s comments so I don’t know why he/she/it bothers. I guess somehow he/she/it must know it still hurts. Because it does–still hurt.

When I was about 12, I went on a vacation with my cousin and family to North Carolina. One morning we headed on a day trip that was fulfilling one of my life dreams at the time–we were going horseback riding on the beach! I don’t think I slept that night or sat still in the car until we got there. I had chills just standing at the fence rail looking at all the beautiful horses and the gorgeous beachy scenery.  The trail leader watched as they brought out the string of horses we’d be using and then looked at us. He pointed at me and then at one of the draft horses and said “Put the big girl on that horse.”  I can’t even tell you anything else that happened that ride, not one thing. My Aunt bought me a t-shirt from the stable and I was never able to bring myself to put it on. My throat still clenches when I think about it. And he didn’t even know what he said.

I’ve carried the big girl moniker in my heart nearly my whole life. She’s part of who I am. I defend her and I protect her while trying to change me. She’s been hurt enough (by people who meant it and people who didn’t) and she doesn’t deserve it.  Putting up a “before” picture before I get to the “after,” may put her up for ridicule and I’m still not sure we’re ready to be hurt again. I just don’t know if I’m brave enough.

Am I brave enough?