Talking Plane

So I've obviously taken a bit of a hiatus lately. I can admit I haven't been pushing myself like I should but with all of these trips here and there that I've been taking, I've relished the down time. Thankfully, though I'm avoiding the scale, my clothes are still getting baggy. Now that I'm back in town and feeling a bit more settled I thought it relevant to bring up a favorite topic.

So many of you know I recently flew to Cali for my friends' beautiful wedding, had a blast catching up with old college mates and enjoyed all the free champagne! Flying, however, isn't as fun as I remember. I swear the seats are getting smaller.  Many of you average to smaller sized people can probably relate to the feeling of dread when you see a BIG person get on the plane, you know, the kind that should probably be paying for two seats but only bought one. In you're head you're all begging "Please don't sit next to me! Please don't sit next to me!" They of course squeeze into the middle seat next to you and push up the arm rest so now there is no barrier between you and this perfect stranger who just squashed your personal bubble. On the flip side, now that I'm heavier than I ever have been, I dread getting on the plane wondering if anyone is silently pleading when they see me. I always reserve a window seat so I can lean my head against the wall. Sometimes when I shift wait from one hip to the other, my hip knocks the arm rest and it pops up for a second. I can only imagine what that poor center seat soul is thinking. "Oh God! Her lard is seeping into my seat!".......Karma

Running Strike

How did I honor National Running Day? Not by running! It started with of course a variation of squats, then it moved to TRX lifts, something that ends with the word burpees but I just call it the jumping thing. It's actually the first exercise I've agreed to do where both of my feet leave the ground at the same time while my weak wrists are supposed to carry my weight. We also did hammer strength exercises one of which I deemed the boob crusher, some fake pull ups where I jump up and hold on to the pull up bar for as long as I can....I don't even think it was a second each time. Of course for the embarrassing routine that Tim always has to put in there, he had me carry around 40lb sand bags in each hand and walk two laps around the gym....A Pastor friend of mine came up to give his encouragement, "Just think, when it's time to go to the Airport, you'll have no problem carrying around your bags with all of your outfits and shoes!".....True....but I still feel pretty lame walking around the gym leaving a tiny trail of sand in my dust...it's like my bread crumbs incase I want to find my way home but since my carbs are limited I get freakin' sand!

On another note, I finally got my 20lb bribe in the mail today. In all seriousness I've been wanting a swimming cap for a while so I can protect my $150 die job from the chlorine. I think I rock it lol. What? Don't you?