Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Jenny's Adventures - Cedar River & Lake Washington Trails

Cedar River Trail
I rode part of the cedar river trail last year but it's a long one so we didn't make it all the way. Last week, hubby and I rode it again, just a different section of it. As you can see, this section is pretty flat and boring but it does go along the river so you get to see and hear the river at some spots.
Courtesy of mapmyride.com
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/33817638






Hubby has matching shoes so I let him ride Jenny for a bit.

Weeeeeee!


Lake Washington Loop
This loop is just under 52 miles start to finish with a few decent sized hills to get your heart rate pumping. I didn't do the full loop yet but plan to tackle it in June. My new bicycle buddy and I did about 10 miles of moderate hills from just north of the Renton Municipal Airport to the I-90 bridge and back.


Courtesy of mapmyride.com
http://www.mapmyride.com/s/routes/view/bike-ride-map/washington/seattle/1989913







Saturday, May 21, 2011

KEEP YOUR BIG TRAP SHUT!

What is your worst fat fear?

My worst fat fear is that I will be accused of being pregnant. Why? I'll tell you. It's because when I was a young adolescent, probably around 10 or 11 years old, my aunt who was 4'10" tall and probably a good 200lbs had that exact scenario happen to her in my presence. An innocent little child approached her one day when we were out about town. The child ran up to my aunt and grabbed her belly yelling "mommy mommy, look, there's a baby in there!". The child's mother with a horrified look on her face, obviously knew that my aunt was just a fat woman, grabbed her child and hurried away. I could hear the apologies fading as their distance increased. That wasn't the worst of it though, at least that's not what was burnt into my mind. The worst part was listening to my aunt and my mom talk about how retched that woman and her child were and how humiliated my aunt felt after that scenario was over.

Less than an hour ago, my husband and I were eating at a new Mexican restaurant near our house and as we were paying the check and walking out the door, our waitress looked at me and said "how many months are you?". I wasn't sure I heard what I thought I heard so I asked her to repeat herself. She obliged my request with a clear and concise confirmation that I did in fact hear her right.

My response?

"I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat!"

That brief moment of emotional torment for my aunt and the conversation that followed taught me one very important lesson. Never ever ever ask a woman you don't know how far along she is or mention anything pregnancy related. The pain and suffering that can result if you're wrong far outweighs the possible joy YOU may experience with that stranger if you're right. This lesson did me well several times in life. The big one that stands out to me now is when I met a friend of a friend who looked very pregnant. I never said a word to her and later learned that she had undergone a surgery to remove the massive cyst from her abdomen. She wasn't pregnant. She had a very uncomfortable and painful medical condition that was also emotionally stressful. Thank god I kept my big trap shut.

Reasons to KEEP YOUR BIG TRAP SHUT:
  1. Not everyone who looks pregnant is. They might be fat, they might have a tumor, they might have a cyst, they might have cancer, they might have nutritional deficiencies so KEEP YOU BIG TRAP SHUT!
  2. Not everyone who's really pregnant is happy about it. They might have been raped, they might have been molested and are carrying their father's child, they might have just been dumped by the baby daddy, they might not know who the father is, they might be carrying a baby to term with no intention of keeping it. All those possibilities are very real in our world and they are all good reason to be unhappy about being pregnant so it's best that you KEEP YOUR BIG TRAP SHUT!
  3. Pregnant women are smug. I've lost many a friend to child so I know what I'm talking about here. Happy pregnant women usually love to talk about all the ins and outs of their experience which does nothing more than reinforce their smugness. There is no need to encourage them in their hormonal justification so KEEP YOUR BIG TRAP SHUT!
  4. Some pregnant women get sick and tired of:
    1. talking to everyone because they're pregnant,
    2. people touching their bellies even if you happen to know them well,
    3. politely listening to your advice,
    4. answering the same stupid questions you people ask over and over again (how far along are you? is it a boy or a girl? have you picked out names yet? are you nesting yet? are you having it naturally? are you going to get drugs? are you doing a home birth? have you had a baby shower yet? where did you register? have you decided if you're going to breast feed? are you going to be a stroller mom or a marsupial mom?),
    5. listening to your experiences and how they differed with each and every little miracle you have sprung from your overactive loins so...KEEP YOUR BIG TRAP SHUT....and keep your hands to yourself.
  5. There are often complications with pregnancies. Those unfortunate people who have complications and have to go to the doctor several times every month aren't exactly excited about their experience so KEEP YOUR BIG TRAP SHUT!
  6. You're just being selfish. Talking to someone who may look or even be pregnant about their current situation does no good for that person what-so-ever. You're not talking to them for their benefit but maybe to satisfy your own curiosities or alleviate your own discomfort in a situation if you happen to be feeling that way so KEEP YOUR BIG TRAP SHUT!



Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Holding me back

I took a little hiatus from the land of blogz and all the structure that ruled my existence for the better part of a year. Looking back at my journals, my blogs, my successes, my struggles, my proud moments, and my not so secret shames, I realized that I was just sick and tired of saying the same things over and over again and I needed to step away from the accountability to really figure out what was keeping me stuck.

Accountability is a good thing until we are unable to meet the bar we've set for ourselves and that accountability then becomes a tool of self-destruction. I think that's what happened in my world. I defined the bar for myself and when I didn't meet that bar, I took it off the shelf and started beating myself with it...figuratively speaking of course.

Last week I had an AHA! moment. Hubby and I were talking about how each of us would be different if we didn't have a significant other in our lives. How would I make decisions differently if I didn't have a husband to consider? What would I do differently? Where would I live? What kind of car would I drive? How would I wear my hair? How would I change my style? What hobbies would I have? It was essentially an exercise in evaluating how closely or distant our joint life aligns to our individual values. An interesting thing happened. 

Hubby started answering my questions and his answers surprised me. If he didn't have a wife to consider in his decisions he would: take better care of his body, spend more time doing the hobbies he loves, not live in the house we have lived in for 10 years, have totally different furniture, drive a different car, spend more time with his guy friends, buy a Harley, not have the dog we have, etc. If I didn't have a husband to consider in my decisions, I would: take better care of my body, spend more time doing the hobbies I love, live in a high rise in the city, have totally different furniture, drive a different car, spend more time with my girlfriends, not have a dog, totally change my wardrobe, etc.

It was my belief for, oh I don't know...ever, that I was compromising all the things on my list for his sake. What I found was that I was mistaken. We both were. The only one holding me back is me. Hot damn!

Perhaps it's time to get in touch with the single Salina mindset a bit. Relax, not to cheat or anything like that. Ew! No! Perhaps recovering a bit of vanity isn't such a bad thing...since it is what would motivate me to take better care of my body if I were single. What about the house? Rent it out and move to the city. Hallelujah! Not all of our furniture can go with us though. Perfect! Have a yard sale and get new stuff for our new life.

I'm done selling myself short. I deserve to be the best me I can be, and my husband deserves to have the best version of me as well.

What would you do differently if you lived in harmony with your true values?