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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 30, 2006

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It's been a good day. It's 9pm and I'm exhausted, probably both from travel and exercise. Today I have done some housecleaning, walked most of the way to work, brought a snack and lunch so I wouldn't eat out, went to the killer Monday pilates class, learned some furious gossip from a coworker, broke down and brought Pinky home in Sweetie's truck, made a yummy pasta and salad for dinner, hung out with Sweetie while he brewed beer on the back porch, and went through a bag of stuff from the Computer Lab/Festival of paper products.

Walking in was lovely. It had rained, it was going to again, but momentarily, it wasn't. There's nothing to really write home about in the walk—it was pleasant and made me feel good.

One of the cats has suddenly become a dramatic hairballer, made even more dramatic by coming home to piles of it everywhere. This morning, I threw on my yellowjacket, and I was halfway to work before I realized that I was wearing a dried-up hairball on the jacket. No, really, not making that up.

Pilates was another thing altogether. Exhibit A, the sadist instructor. I like her cuz she gives a hard class, but, you know, sometimes it can be a bit much. Exhibit B, my sudden awareness of flab. I know I might I have gained a few pounds from all the good tex-mex I ate at J. and A.'s, but as I looked at my body in the mirror doing plies, I couldn't kid anyone—tex-mex is not my only problem. Yes, I have gained back weight, and sadly, yes, it's visible.

Still, I worked hard, and when I went back to work, I felt absolved of all worry and cares. And I'm going to hurt tomorrow. I hurt vaguely already.

Tonight makes my second day in a row making something homemade for dinner. Yesterday, mac and cheese, today, pasta with garlic-oil sauce with crab (hold on to yer britches, it's from a can) with a caesar salad. I can't tell you how much pleasure I've felt making dinner. Hopefully I'll feel more pleasure about cleaning up the dishes tomorrow morning.

Posted at January 30, 2006

Comments

Welcome back. I had that same realization about my body in a dressing room Sunday. "I feel your pain." :-)

Posted by: neca at January 31, 2006 5:13 AM