Showing posts with label goals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goals. Show all posts

Sunday, October 18, 2009

why I want to lose the weight

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I want to play on sports teams again.

I learned to skate when I was three. I played on hockey teams (with the boys) until I was fourteen. I remember going to hockey camps when all my friends were spending weeks at the beach. I remember changing in the boy's hockey room and being the only girl there. I remember when I first learned to skate backwards and how thrilling it felt to be able to move so swiftly. The feel of the thin blades beneath my feet, the coolness of the air inside a rink, the slash of ice as we skated back and forth, doing drills. Man, I miss hockey.

I started playing soccer when I was eight. I played on soccer teams until I was eighteen. I remember spending weeks at soccer tourneys and sleeping in a tent. The sweltering days, playing under the burning son. I remember the secret thrill of picking my usual number - 16 - and getting that jersey with my last name sprawled across the back. the nervous tension in my stomach as I waited for a game to start. The cattiness and absolute unity of a girl's soccer team. I miss the feel of running and kicking and breathing and success.

I started playing softball when I was thirteen. I played in summer softball tourneys until I was eighteen. My brother would wake me up, tell me to get ready and I would throw on some shorts, a sports bra, a tank, and away we would go. Playing random mis-matched teams, before we could have breakfast or coffee. The feel of the bat vibrating when I would hit a ball, long and hard. The crazy absolute insanity of running towards a ball flying towards you, trying to catch and tag at the same time.

And during all this, I was also playing volleyball, badminton, basketball and plenty of school sports. I ran long distance track (1000m) as well as high jump and the 100m. I was athletic and busy and a team player. I was a part of something that depended on me for my skills and athleticism.

I miss it. I miss being able to play with the boys and being a top-gun on the field. I want to be that girl again. The one usually chosen as Captain. the one who liked winning and had no problem giving it her all. The one chosen first for a team.

I miss that girl.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

why I want to lose the weight

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I want to beautiful on my wedding day.

I know that a lot of plus-size brides are fabulous and gorgeous women. I've read about the weddings of a few bigger brides that rocked their dress, rocked their make-up, rocked their wedding day. they look so happy and content and in love. I love that.

But I don't think I can feel like that about my own body and image on my wedding day if I look like this. If I feel like an alien in my own skin. If I look in the mirror and see rolls and miles of flesh and lumps and just a general unhappiness.

Don't get me wrong - I love my life. I'm a very happy woman, despite my blog posts. I love life.

But I do not love my body. I am not happy with my body. I feel like I have let my body down.

So I want to lose some weight and tone up and feel beautiful on my wedding day. I don't expect to be super skinny but I expect to be strong, to be proud, to feel like I have done everything possible to make my body match my expectations.

This is why I want to lose weight.

why I want to lose the weight

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I want to have a baby.

I'm engaged. Getting married next fall. And as soon as we say "I do," the birth control gets thrown out the window. We've been together over eight years already and we are both ready - mentally and emotionally - to take that step.

I'm just worried my body is going to make it harder to get pregnant, to stay pregnant, and to deliver a healthy baby.

I want to get my body at a healthy weight so I can carry my baby in good health, for it and for me. I want to use my body to its full advantage. I want to be able to say that I did all I could to make sure my baby came into this world healthy. That I took care of myself. That I took care of us.

Right now, if I were to miraculously get pregnant, it would be a hard pregnancy.

So this is a goal to work towards. A dream I'm dreaming. A status I want to achieve. Motherhood.

This is why I want to lose weight.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

chilly mornings make me crawl back to bed

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Since I started living on the coast, I have come to appreciate the coldness of a Prairie Winter. I appreciate the cold hard winds, the bone-chilling numbness and the dryness of it all. There's something so satisfying about knowing you'll be cold outside and warm inside.

Here, on the coast, you're just always cold. As the morning fog creeps away and the grey of the day settles in for the long haul, my apartment is cold. I have hardwood floors so my feet are cold. I'm wearing a tank that I slept in so my arms and hands are cold. All this just means that the warmest place is the bed that I left.

I will go back to bed. I'm a writer with weird hours so I'm a night owl, easily. And I've only managed a few hours of sleep so far. But cold - it's always harder in the cold.

The damp and wet feeling of the day makes me crave hot latte's, hot chocolate, pumpkin pie, cinnamon and apple pie, turkey and roast potatoes. A time for snuggling under the blankets, candles flickering, a fireplace roaring with flames. A time for baked goods, warm pastries and heavenly smells. I want comfort food and it doesn't help that I'm on Aunt Flo.

But... we must make do. Small sacrifices. I may not get all that, but I'll get a fantastic, freshly-ground cup of coffee over a latte any day. I'll get lean turkey breast and a wonderful salad instead. I'll bite a small square of dark chocolate over hot chocolate.

I'm going to focus on a healthy balance and awareness this month. I want to keep myself focused on what I'm eating and how that affects me. I want to food journal everything while maintaining my water intake as well.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

a chilly Fall morning

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I woke up this morning, after a very late night, and sat at the computer. I work at the computer a lot. As a student in writing, I write. As a blogger with four active blogs, I blog. And there is emails, facebook and catching up on my other blogs.

I don't mind this time. It's a "me" time. I can just let my brain wake up slowly and get into the flow of things. I really enjoy taking my time in the morning, especially as the chill of Fall breezes through the city. Leaves are changing colour, days are getting shorter and a cup of coffee freshly brewed tastes fantastic.

Except I didn't have coffee.

A time for change. I drank my first glass of water this morning, mixed with some lemon juice.

I want to get my eight glasses a day in, and I am going to get my eight glasses a day in.

It seems like such a small goal but it isn't. I have always struggled with hydrating my body enough. After four or five cups, you kind of just get tired. Of peeing alll thhheee tttiiimmmmeee. But enough of that. I believe in positive thinking. I believe in change. And we all start somewhere.

Today, I start with water.

Tomorrow, the world.

ETA: got my eight glasses in!

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- take a dance class

-walk around Stanley Park

- go horse back riding

- swim in the ocean

- play frisbee in the park

-join a "team" of some sort

- walk daily

- start to run again