Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Trip Down Memory Lane

This past weekend I was fortunate enough to head back to my high school for Reunion Weekend! I have to say- it was amazing to be in that place!! My high school experience was a little unusual. First I should type that I went to a small, all girl, private school. My school educates girls in Central Ohio from Pre-K to 12th grade and we are tight group. Every year, no matter when you actually graduated, women gather for a weekend of fun and catching up. I could only participate on Thursday and Friday, because of another commitment (which will probably be the next post), but since I live in the area again, I thought that it was really important that I showed some support.

And yes, I am glad that I did. This year was not a huge reunion year for my class-- 2014 marks 18 years since I gave the graduation speech in my long white dress. In 18 years, the changes around my school have been numerous, but the spirit of what went (goes) on there is still very much the same. Thursday night was a young alumnae get together. Who knew that 18 years out was still considered "young" LOL! I sat around with two ladies from my graduating class, nibbling on finger foods and drinking wine (yum, wine). Near the end of the night I sauntered on over to another table of ladies that graduated in 2009. Um, holy hell, they said 2009. My very first question after their names? "So, were you actually ALIVE when I graduated from high school??" Their answer: "Yes, we were 5." Five freaking years old. Ok, some of them were six, but that did not make the hurt in my heart feel any better. Five.Years.Old. (read: I drank more wine).

The next day--Friday-- I had the day off, so I woke up early and headed over to campus to have lunch with fellow alumnae. I have to let all new readers know: private school lunch kicks the ass of all other lunches available. Like, even grown up lunches; grown up lunches that you pay a lot of money for. I had cheese ravioli, garlic bread and roasted broccoli. And cake. Ok, ok, ok and a cookie bar. Take that. I don't care if you judge-- I ate it off a monogrammed china plate, and that somehow makes calories disappear. Yes!! Then I took a tour of the new theater, saw a program put on by current students, sat around reminiscing, left a note for the seniors, talked to a few of my former teachers (they were some of the first to tell me and my parents that I *may* have a problem talking out of turn), totally crashed a party for the class of 1994 (where I ate their food) and just had an all around good time. I spent ALL day at school. Like a job. And I loved every bit of it. Like a boss.

Lifelong friends 

Strong Girls = Strong World. Indeed! 

Can you find me?!?

We are The Fighting Unicorns! Go UNIES!!!

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Diary of a Fat Girl

With my brothers getting ready to graduate from high school and all the other stuff going on around these parts, I have had a little time to look through photos and reflect on my high school/college years. Lefty and I were at Momma Hot, Black and Bitter's house a few weeks ago and we found most of my college acceptance letters. I headed home and started to look through pictures, walking down a mental memory lane. I came across pictures that I have not seen in years, and saw a ME I have not seen in years. Want to know my conclusion?

I'm FAT, y'all!!

I looked at a couple pics and this was me…


Now, don't start sending me emails… I do NOT have any body image issues. Honestly, I like my body MORE now than I did when I was in college. I was VERY thin in college… and I don't think that was the healthiest look for me either. So, what makes me think I am fat? Well, for one thing, I am short…compact…fun-sized. Whatever you want to call it, I am close to the ground. Close to the ground means that an increase of numbers on the scale is not too fabulous. Those pounds run out of places to go, clothes start to get tight, pictures look very different, for lack of a better term. And I look different. 

Some people will HATE this post, because most people who have had weight problems want to be the size that I am right now. Fortunately for me, the largest size in my closet is an 8, but trust me, sizes are all relative. If you are 5'10" and a size 8, you do not look very similar to a person who is 4"11" and a size 8. Actually, I don't want to lose much weight, but I can see the slippery slope, my friends. I refuse to get pants bigger than an 8. I refuse to be "chubby"; I refuse to conveniently forget what a size 4 looks/feels like.

So, today - April 1, 2014, I am signing up for my first triathlon. It will be a mini, and it is taking place the weekend of Lefty's birthday, in the suburb I currently work in. Also, I have already signed up for a half marathon at the end of this month. I will definitely be using the walk/run method during these 13.1 miles, but I am going to finish, even if I have to walk the whole thing. I will do at least three races this season. Now I just have to figure out what kind of fundraising I will do before these races. Either way, darlings… wish me some luck. Pray that I will tone up and not have to buy bigger pants! :)

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