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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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January 10, 2005

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I'm trying to get myself out of my funk. I will get myself out of my funk. I will. I am.

(Does that sound convincing?)

Last night, I dreamt that my mother wouldn't speak to me. (I also dreamt of a room nook closed off my curtains—there you go, Sara!) The whole situation makes me feel sour.

So why don't I do something that will raise my endorphins, make me feel good? I overdid it yesterday. Went for a little walk with good company, and buzzed on the compliments from the masseuse about how athletic I am, and my own wanting to impress others about how athletic I am, and my own wanting to ignore the fact that I had a disappointing walk the day before... I overdid it. I really have to take today as a rest day.

The reservations are made for Austin and Houston. I sent out two frantic emails yesterday begging for help and assistance. The racewalking coach is out of town til next week, so I dropped a note to someone else, who I also haven't heard from.

I did have a nice massage, and it was nice that she massaged my ego as well. Perhaps she does that with all of her clients, but she was full of, wow, you're really strong, oh, you're covered with muscles... Which is nice to hear.

Posted at January 10, 2005

Comments

I could use a massage myself!

Posted by: Jon in Michigan at January 10, 2005 1:07 PM

Sorry you're in a funk. I hate those...but it feels so good when you climb back out of it. Come on...climb:)

Posted by: susan at January 10, 2005 2:12 PM