On The Cusp

I am tired.

Mentally, physically and emotionally, I am pretty over this whole “weight loss battle” thing. The numbers have stayed within the same ten pound range for nine months and pardon my French, but I am fucking DONE.

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I eat better, it’s still the same. I work out more, same. I eat worse, same. I am at the end of my rapidly fraying rope and I don’t have enough slack left to tie a knot.

And I kind of feel like everyone else has given up on me too. I am supposed to be a good example for this whole weight loss thing and I’m not. I’m the cautionary tale instead.

I’m underwhelming right now. I’m skating still, but not progressing there as much as I would like either. I am an enormous bowl of growly flakes with a side of “get the hell off my lawn” lately.

And I don’t know how to fix it and at this point, don’t know if I want to do this anymore.

I honestly just want to stop trying to lose weight and I’m standing right on the edge of that. Not sure if I’m going to jump.

It’s Friday night, and I do not feel alright.

Note: apologies to R Kelly.

Note #2: and then apologies to Montell Jordan for mixing him up with R Kelly. I obviously do not get mine in a six-four.

Dear future self:

This is the day. This is the day you got sick of it all and decided to repaint your picture. You decided to stop being the old you and start whole hog in being the new you.

You had been dabbling in it for a while, dipping a toe in here and there and changing one or two things at a time.

But enough is enough.

This is the day you shed your sheltering cocoon and spread your wings and flew. It’s the day you said to yourself “I’m better than the games and the crazy and I am ready to change my destiny instead of waiting for fate”.

Because fate is stupid sometimes. And slow as hell.

Today is the turning point. The fork stuck in the road. Life does not grab you by the wrist and direct you where to go. (Green Day used to be punk, remember that.)

Shit happens sometimes. And you can either get over it or wallow and sob and be all pathetic. Guess which one is more fun.

So! In addition to the day an awesome person had an awesome baby (congrats to my mom hero Autumn and her awesome hubbo Charlie and new big sis Nolie), this is the day you decided to be reborn.

Own it. Love it. Live it.

Go forth and conquer,

The Old You

Ps, I’ll be over here in the corner feeling sorry for myself.

PPS: you’re welcome.

Facepalm

It’s Wednesday. I just realized this. I could have sworn it was Tuesday.

So I have been über busy, which is why there’s been no blog post in a week.

In the spirit of “Wordless Wednesday”, here’s a bunch of photos from the last week. In lieu of me writing something ;)

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And then I skated. A lot.

Last night was by far the hardest derby practice I’ve ever attended. And I made it to the last ten minutes (modifying where I had to and doing a lot of squats and planks).

I would say I’m proud of myself….if this was six months ago. But now I want more out of myself.

I want to get out there and do the WHOLE endurance practice and not just most of it. I want to keep up with the fast girls. I’m tired of being passed. I’m tired of my legs not working faster.

And this photo from the last bout?

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Makes me want to cry. I’m bent at the waist instead of the knees. I’m not watching my pack. I could go on and on and on, tearing myself up.

But that photo will keep me going.

It will keep me bending at the knees. It will remind me I still have 30/60/90 squats to do today, and they need to be deeper. It kicks my ass while I’m trying to get through the last part of day two of Couch to 5k.

It will remind me how far I’ve come when I can look at bout photos and say “yup, THAT is my derby position. And I look good.”

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PS: this photo cracks me up because that’s apparently my “evil smile”. I had just come out of the penalty box and was catching up to the pack and had the opposing jammer in my sites and was ready to lay her out.

Related: I need to work on my evil smile.

PPS: working on another Dorie post. And a derby lingo post. And a whole mess of other things. Stay tuned as always ;)

Believe it or not, it’s just me.

I have finally come to a place where I like myself. Where I’m comfortable with that crazy face in the mirror when I look in it. Where I don’t want to cry knowing that face is me.

And it’s been a long hard road.

I’ve been bullied and picked on and broke down so many times since I was a kid, I actually started believing it. I thought I wasn’t thin enough or good enough or smart enough or pretty enough and I spent a lot of time trying to be other people so I didn’t have to be me.

But me is so awesome.

And that was horrible English. Ugh.

But seriously, I’m rad. And being me instead of trying to compare myself to other people is so great. It’s freeing to not have to try and be someone else.

I think a lot of it has to do with Mamavation. And the rest has to do with roller derby.

Because without both of those incredible groups of women, I never would have seen how much easier it is to be yourself. Or had so many people like me for who I am, rather than who I’m trying to be.

And now I feel like I’m writing an infomercial.

So in conclusion, be yourself. Because there’s no one else quite like you, and trying to copy someone else is so exhausting.

Also, here’s a gratuitous photo of me in my roller derby gear. Maybe in a few weeks, I’ll be able to post one of me in my tiny shorts.

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PS: I started Couch to 5k today. And it felt really good and I’m going to do it again on Wednesday. And then Friday. And then Sunday.

I actually feel like I could do this and I’m not worried about my knees (my poor left foot is another story) and this does not feel horrible and soul sucking like the last time.

So! More running.

And a picture of me and Chuck. Happy Monday, everybody <3

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Thanks to Kim Lincoln for the solo photo and charity:images (no website) for the one of me and Chuck!