there's this river near my parents house i am madly in love with
every time i see it i want to fling my body into it
a river is never in the same mood twice
it is alive
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
who's your support ?
i hate exercising. i hate it.
but i hate being fat even more
so how do you motivate yourself? how do you get through it? i think we're supposed to be positive and have a "support system" and all that...right? i'm pretty sure we're not supposed to call ourselves names and degrade ourselves in our head right? well so far it's working for me.
i am the meanest drill sergeant in my head. when i feel like i can't make that last mile or so i've been known to chant ' fatty fatty 2x4 can't get through the kitchen door' in my head. wrong?
probably.
one thing that really DOES help is music. music is the key. there have been times when i never would have gotten through my run without those words and those beats.
on a dark rainy day the postal service ran my 4 miles with me
another day it's moby, even the arcade fire jogged with me one day.
my husband prefers to listen to screamy violent music when he runs. I get it...but most of the time i choose friends that aren't yelling. because i do enough yelling in my own head.
but i hate being fat even more
so how do you motivate yourself? how do you get through it? i think we're supposed to be positive and have a "support system" and all that...right? i'm pretty sure we're not supposed to call ourselves names and degrade ourselves in our head right? well so far it's working for me.
i am the meanest drill sergeant in my head. when i feel like i can't make that last mile or so i've been known to chant ' fatty fatty 2x4 can't get through the kitchen door' in my head. wrong?
probably.
one thing that really DOES help is music. music is the key. there have been times when i never would have gotten through my run without those words and those beats.
on a dark rainy day the postal service ran my 4 miles with me
another day it's moby, even the arcade fire jogged with me one day.
my husband prefers to listen to screamy violent music when he runs. I get it...but most of the time i choose friends that aren't yelling. because i do enough yelling in my own head.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
mother's day
this morning i sat on the front steps and watched them run, scooter and bike back and forth down the sidewalk. how perfect they are.
this afternoon I saw a chubby little boy , around 11 years old with rosy cheeks carefully selecting dandelions from his front yard and placing them into his other hand already full with a big yellow bouquet. perfect.
driving along I watched as a husband and wife -well into their 60's- walked together hand in hand, arms swinging ... like teenagers newly in love.
perfect <3
bottle the moments
they slip away
this afternoon I saw a chubby little boy , around 11 years old with rosy cheeks carefully selecting dandelions from his front yard and placing them into his other hand already full with a big yellow bouquet. perfect.
driving along I watched as a husband and wife -well into their 60's- walked together hand in hand, arms swinging ... like teenagers newly in love.
perfect <3
bottle the moments
they slip away
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