Sunday, April 18, 2010

USC acceptance letter and goals

So, I forgot to update you folks, but pretty much everyone on Facebook and Twitter knows... but just in case you missed it...

I got my USC acceptance letter! I'm so excited, I cannot wait to start this new stage in life and my educational career. I am ready to be challenged academically again, and actually be more interested in what I'm studying.

In the meantime, I've got a MOUNTAIN of paperwork, tests, dates, schedules, and information to go over and organize. I've got this Microsoft program called OneNote, and it's amazing, it helps me organize everything, and even add events attached to my Outlook which syncs up with my phone... which.. is just amazing for my schedule obsessed mega busy OCD self :D

Something new in my life recently has been working out. I know most people work out, but I have never in my life put a conscious effort into exercise or fitness. I've been trying to go to the gym 3 times a week for about 2hrs each time, and fit in more physical activities day to day. A year ago I could hardly run a block, now I can do about 2.5 at a good fast pace. I know that's nothing, but for me, that's a huge step. Oh, and asthma sucks majorly. Just sayin'

Part of getting in better shape for me is because my life is crazy, and I hate being tired. I've got a short term goal of getting in better shape before a 3 day backpacking trip I'm taking with Travis, our dads, and some friends. I definitely don't want to be the weakest link, seeing as I might be the only girl, and probably in the poorest shape.

Another goal is I'd like to get in better shape for my family's 2 week vacation/reunion trip to California in early June. I just want to be able to run around, look great (well, even better ;) and have plenty of energy. I'm so excited to see all of our cousins, and just have a great summer vacation.

A slightly further off goal is the Mud Run. There's a team of folks doing it from my church, some friends of mine are also, and the smack talk has already begun. I can't let the old foogies outrun me, now can I? I'm so excited to finally do it. Travis and I are starting a training schedule, and we're going to team up with our friends Kyle and Lance, who are both doing the same P90X workout regime. I've seen the CDs and books that come with it, and it's intense!

That's all for now, just sort of a random post about what's going on, and some things that are coming up. Sort of a vanity post, if you ask me... but oh well.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

I hate this word.

I hate the word "fat".

There is no such thing as "fat". You cannot be fat. You can be unhealthy.



I hate seeing girls think that they're fat. It makes me so sad, to see girls so worried about being thin, skinny, bony, model-like, whatever. I've been "thin" all of my life. That's just how I was genetically wired. I was a bean pole until about 17, I gained 20lbs in a year. I have been called skinny, slim, and scrawny. And you know what? That isn't so great either. I often felt like I made those around me feel bad about their bodies.

We need to stop making comparisons. God made each and every one of us different and unique. We're different, because if there was an exact copy of us, why would we be here?

Stop making body comparisons. You do not need to look like a model, you do not need to look like your friend, older sister, or that cool lady down the street. You should look like you, whatever your healthiest version is.

I do NOT want to hear about how you've lost weight if you're already young and healthy. It's not ok, I cannot stand seeing already slim girls worry about a number. Unless your DOCTOR tells you that you should lose weight to be healthier, don't try to.

Aim for health, vitality, well being, not being 115lbs.

Oh, and fellas, this applies to you too. Except, it seems boys are more concerned with muscle mass. You do not need to work relentlessly to achieve 6 pack abs. It doesn't impress us.


Be healthy, be the best that God and your genetics allow you to be. Stop worrying about what other people say.