As yesterday rolled around, and I prepared to head over to Telos for my pilates session, I realized it had been over a week since I had last been in. I had been busy moving and my dad had come in town (and you know when your dad comes in town, all other plans cease, and you let him buy you dinner and take you shopping and help fix things around the house. Did I mention I love my dad?) so I wasn't able to make any sessions last week.
Which means it had been over a week since I had crunched, squeezed, pulled, pushed or basically used at all any of the muscles that pilates targets. And since pilates targets just about all of them, my session yesterday was not a pretty picture. I'm pretty sure my abs are just now fully functioning again after what I call the twist/crunch/torture exercise that I'm convinced is the worst thing ever created. And who knew that the exercise they call "Stomach Massage" is definitely not what it sounds like?
But it was nice to get back in, and to realize that even after a week of no pilates and, let's be honest, no diet of any kind, my body still remembered how to function and I was able to make it through the workout with only a slight amount of wanting to die.
And it was even nicer to get through that workout knowing that less than 2 hours later I would be eating fried oreos, fried bacon, fried peanut butter, jelly, and banana sandwich, and fried butter.
Yes, exactly what it sounds like. And yes, so worth it.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
46 days and counting
Yep. That's it.
46 days until the wedding.
46 days until I can stop questioning every decision I make about food (note: I always make bad, or good, decisions about food depending on how you look at it. Let's just say one of the things my future sister-in-law likes best about me is that I don't say no to anything put in front of me...or to a second serving.)
46 days until I don't have to check the hotel reservations to make sure there are enough rooms for people in our block.
46 days until every time I say, "Darling, I spoke to my mom today..." my fiance doesn't groan and say, "More wedding stuff?" (note: I actually do often call my fiance "darling." I think it lends a certain old Hollywood glamour to our relationship. Plus, it reminds me of Lady and the Tramp!)
46 days until I don't have to think about flowers, or favors, or hairstyles, or second cousins who are not invited.
46 days until we see if everything we've planned actually happens the way we've planned it.
46 days until we see how certain people react to the last minute changes that will inevitably occur. (Question: if you plan on having unplanned things happen, are they really unplanned? Do I really have no idea what I'm in for?)
46 days until regardless of what goes wrong with any of the little details, I am married to the man with whom I can't wait to spend the rest of my life.
Bonus: 47 days until we leave for an 8 day honeymoon in Jackson Hole, WY! What will we do in Jackson Hole in the middle of November when the average high is 35 degrees F and the average low is 12 degrees F? Absolutely nothing. And we'll like it!
46 days until the wedding.
46 days until I can stop questioning every decision I make about food (note: I always make bad, or good, decisions about food depending on how you look at it. Let's just say one of the things my future sister-in-law likes best about me is that I don't say no to anything put in front of me...or to a second serving.)
46 days until I don't have to check the hotel reservations to make sure there are enough rooms for people in our block.
46 days until every time I say, "Darling, I spoke to my mom today..." my fiance doesn't groan and say, "More wedding stuff?" (note: I actually do often call my fiance "darling." I think it lends a certain old Hollywood glamour to our relationship. Plus, it reminds me of Lady and the Tramp!)
46 days until I don't have to think about flowers, or favors, or hairstyles, or second cousins who are not invited.
46 days until we see if everything we've planned actually happens the way we've planned it.
46 days until we see how certain people react to the last minute changes that will inevitably occur. (Question: if you plan on having unplanned things happen, are they really unplanned? Do I really have no idea what I'm in for?)
46 days until regardless of what goes wrong with any of the little details, I am married to the man with whom I can't wait to spend the rest of my life.
Bonus: 47 days until we leave for an 8 day honeymoon in Jackson Hole, WY! What will we do in Jackson Hole in the middle of November when the average high is 35 degrees F and the average low is 12 degrees F? Absolutely nothing. And we'll like it!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Some people are just great
And those people include my pilates instructors, Veronica and Alex.
Why, you ask?
Well, besides the fact that they are excellent instructors (you can tell because they are more toned than the Tabernacle choir), they are the most understanding, patient, chill, forgiving of me people I have ever met.
Our email conversations usually (I'm ashamed to say) go something like this:
From: Elizabeth
To: Veronica
Subject: Conflict
Hey Veronica (and/or Alex),
I know I said I'd be there on Thursday, but something came up. Again. Is it possible to meet later that day
or maybe on Friday? I'm so sorry for doing this again, please let me know!
Peace,
Elizabeth
---
From: Veronica
To: Elizabeth
Re:Conflict
Elizabeth,
No problem about Thursday. I can do Friday morning if that works better for you.
Veronica (and/or Alex)
It never fails. I abuse them time and time again, I'm consistently 5-10 minutes late (at least I'm consistent right?) and they are not only gracious when I do finally show up, but they make me feel like they don't hate me for being a total airhead about my schedule.
Why can't everyone be that great?
Plus, pilates is actually working! I know I'm firmer, trimmer, and Veronica and Alex both said I'm showing some good definition in my arms! (Another reason they are great.)
I also have this old rugby injury (I love that I can type that...I feel so hardcore), and my right shoulder was really messed up and was much weaker than my left. But at pilates, with all the one-on-one attention that they give me (let's just say I can hardly blink without them knowing) I have been able to strengthen it and it feels great!
The main point is that because of the greatness of Veronica and Alex, the craziness of what I have to deal with for my wedding doesn't even stress me out as much. Because while I have to worry about finding time to go to the jeweler's to look at wedding rings so that my fiance and I don't end up having to use string or foil or grass or whatever else we can find in my grandmother's backyard the day of, I know that I don't have to worry about rescheduling my pilates in order to figure it out.
So thanks, Veronica and Alex. You have truly made this whole wedding thing possible, and maybe...just maybe...I'll be on time tomorrow.
Why, you ask?
Well, besides the fact that they are excellent instructors (you can tell because they are more toned than the Tabernacle choir), they are the most understanding, patient, chill, forgiving of me people I have ever met.
Our email conversations usually (I'm ashamed to say) go something like this:
From: Elizabeth
To: Veronica
Subject: Conflict
Hey Veronica (and/or Alex),
I know I said I'd be there on Thursday, but something came up. Again. Is it possible to meet later that day
or maybe on Friday? I'm so sorry for doing this again, please let me know!
Peace,
Elizabeth
---
From: Veronica
To: Elizabeth
Re:Conflict
Elizabeth,
No problem about Thursday. I can do Friday morning if that works better for you.
Veronica (and/or Alex)
It never fails. I abuse them time and time again, I'm consistently 5-10 minutes late (at least I'm consistent right?) and they are not only gracious when I do finally show up, but they make me feel like they don't hate me for being a total airhead about my schedule.
Why can't everyone be that great?
Plus, pilates is actually working! I know I'm firmer, trimmer, and Veronica and Alex both said I'm showing some good definition in my arms! (Another reason they are great.)
I also have this old rugby injury (I love that I can type that...I feel so hardcore), and my right shoulder was really messed up and was much weaker than my left. But at pilates, with all the one-on-one attention that they give me (let's just say I can hardly blink without them knowing) I have been able to strengthen it and it feels great!
The main point is that because of the greatness of Veronica and Alex, the craziness of what I have to deal with for my wedding doesn't even stress me out as much. Because while I have to worry about finding time to go to the jeweler's to look at wedding rings so that my fiance and I don't end up having to use string or foil or grass or whatever else we can find in my grandmother's backyard the day of, I know that I don't have to worry about rescheduling my pilates in order to figure it out.
So thanks, Veronica and Alex. You have truly made this whole wedding thing possible, and maybe...just maybe...I'll be on time tomorrow.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
And now for this week's drama...
The closer I get to my wedding, the more often drama surrounding the wedding seems to attack me. Random things, little details, really, that you wouldn't expect to cause drama...well, that's when they cause the most.
Did you know that you're supposed to have at least 15 extra invitations that you don't plan on sending to anyone at all? Did you also know that it's possible for certain people TO PANIC if you have enough invitations, but not enough EXTRA invitations?
I know. Oh, how I know.
Now, what I don't know is if the amount of these little dramatic attacks increase exponentially as the wedding date approaches.
Cause if so, I'd better register for an emergency crank radio, some safety flares, a helmet, and probably some Kevlar body armor...
Did you know that you're supposed to have at least 15 extra invitations that you don't plan on sending to anyone at all? Did you also know that it's possible for certain people TO PANIC if you have enough invitations, but not enough EXTRA invitations?
I know. Oh, how I know.
Now, what I don't know is if the amount of these little dramatic attacks increase exponentially as the wedding date approaches.
Cause if so, I'd better register for an emergency crank radio, some safety flares, a helmet, and probably some Kevlar body armor...
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