tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70536830177572043762024-02-18T23:07:31.406-08:00PercolationsBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-35627207801240527862013-01-07T19:10:00.003-08:002013-01-14T19:48:49.749-08:00My Super Adult SundayWarning: There are crappy photos in crappy lighting below.<br />
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There's nothing that makes you feel more like an adult than building your own bed.<br />
Actually, let me rephrase that: There's nothing that makes you feel more like an adult than building your own bed after sleeping on a mattress on the floor for four months.<br />
Thanks to finally being on a regular pay schedule at work, I could finally afford the second part of my bed.<br />
I was originally going to buy a box spring and bed frame, but then I stumbled on this little diddy that doubles as both a box spring and bed frame and only cost $70.<br />
It took about an hour to build.<br />
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Oh, yeah. And then I painted one of the walls in my bed room. The color when I moved in was the bastard child of white and gray. </div>
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It's super weird. </div>
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Also, I had some white splotchy paint spots from the maintenance guy trying to cover some mold spots, so I decided to paint the wall containing my window.</div>
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I think I was subconsciously trying to channel my yellow bedroom I had when I lived at the Jeskes house in Madison.</div>
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I also just really like bright colors. </div>
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And lots of bright colors. </div>
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I drove to the lil local hardware store and a nice man named Bert helped me find everything I needed to paint my wall. </div>
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Bert wouldn't make eye contact with me. </div>
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It was awkward.</div>
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But he was helpful. </div>
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Oh, and I spray painted my end table. </div>
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I had the brilliant idea to spray paint it inside. In the middle of winter.</div>
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It was kinda the stupidest idea I ever had. </div>
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The house smelt awful, and I'm sure I have spray paint poison in my lungs. </div>
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But I was on a roll.</div>
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I bought the table from a thrift store. It was originally white. </div>
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Now it's fun!</div>
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I'm slowly starting to put decorations up in my room. </div>
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I'm totes excited about having a permanent place that reflects me and is comfy.</div>
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Oh, and it's glorious. </div>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-38240104163088560002012-11-26T14:56:00.001-08:002012-11-26T14:58:02.081-08:00Thanksgiving is so last week. If there is such a thing as “rural
suburbia”, then the small town that I grew up would be the poster child. Not
quite small enough that everyone knows each other, and not quite close enough
to be the suburbs of a big city.<br />
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I went “home” to said hometown
for Thanksgiving to spend it with family and friends. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I went for a jog on
Thanksgiving morning. Mostly because I believed some sort of delusion that
jogging would cancel out my impending Thanksgiving dinner gorge, but mostly
because I hadn’t gone for a jog in a really long time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ll save the excuses about
daylight savings times affecting the light outside preventing me from jogging
in friendly sunlight. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anyways, my first thought on
my Thanksgiving jog was, “Dear God, please don’t let anyone I know see me.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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My next thought was realizing
that after only a minute I was like, “I haaaaaaaaaaate this so much!
WHYYYYYY?!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, there I was jogging and
disliking every minute of it and I decided right there and then to talk to the
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My prayers were not exempt
from the clichés that normally abound on this fine holiday,<o:p></o:p></div>
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I thanked Him for my body. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I thanked Him for a body with
two strong legs to get me where I go.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I thanked Him for strong arms.
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I thanked Him for a body that
could potentially support a child (in like 10 years.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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I thanked Him for great health
in a time of no medical insurance. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It was a freeing prayer—an
attempt to put a positive spin on the things that I dislike most about my body.
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I’ll get there, though. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I like myself the more now
than I ever have in my entire life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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everyone I saw and visited told me how awesome I looked—well in context, the
comparison is from six months ago to a year ago.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p>I hope you’re Thanksgiving was
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This year, my family put all of the Thanksgiving "essentials" into a bowl and we each picked what food item we were in charge of. </div>
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I got the turkey!</div>
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You can basically just call me Betty Crocker from now.</div>
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I took out the giblets and stuffed that bird with an unnatural amount of carbohydrates. </div>
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Here's my littlest brother Nathan making gravy. </div>
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I was really pulling for him to get turkey. </div>
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Aaron got the green beans. </div>
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Here's the Silva clan minus the instagramming photographer. </div>
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What is it about your body
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-75747304646848225432012-11-10T06:05:00.001-08:002012-11-10T06:23:49.876-08:00I went down a pants size. <!--StartFragment-->
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I just got paid yesterday. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Yesssssssssssssssss. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe they’ll remember to pay me next time around, too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But whatever. I kinda like having bragging rights of “My job
keeps forgetting to pay me.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Just kidding.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, all of my pants look really sad on my body. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, I went to TJ Maxx (cuz apparently I’m a <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Maxxinista" target="_blank">Maxxinista</a>?).<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was like, “Okay, Becky. The last time you went shopping
you tried on a pair of size 14 pants that fit you. Let’s do that again.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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And…they fit. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, I have OFFICIALLY gone down a pants size! <o:p></o:p></div>
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This was me in the dressing being like "OH, MAH GAWSH!"</div>
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I'm not sure why my hand is above my head.</div>
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This has taken friggin’ forever, but it’s slowly working.</div>
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Genetics are working really hard against me, though. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In other news, I think No-Shave November is hilarious. Even
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</span>It’s kinda like this big joke I have with myself. It’s fine. I’m single.
You’re whispering to yourself, “That’s why she’s single!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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FALSE!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m single cuz I’m pretty annoying. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s really hard to go on a first date when you’re
participating in No-Shave November. <o:p></o:p></div>
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That may have happened last week. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And he may have never contacted me again, haha. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s fine. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I find it more hilarious than anything. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything is way too funny. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t have time for seriousness. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Fun fact: The best part of being overweight is having a nice
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-60249160205536723702012-10-19T10:09:00.000-07:002012-10-31T09:49:11.279-07:00Work Fashion: Part 2<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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It’s been a hot minute since I last updated.</div>
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But, I did remember to take a few pics of a few outfits since
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None of my pants fit very well anymore. It's probably weight loss, but whatever. </div>
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My body fat is surely taken it's time to get the Hell off my body. </div>
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The King of Prussia Mall is a super fancy mall near my work. So, I stopped there hoping to avoid some traffic and find a pair of pants that didn't look granny-licious on me. </div>
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(No offense, dear grandmas.)</div>
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I found a super colorful dress on clearance for ten dolllllllars. Holllllla. </div>
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I'm such a sucker for bright, happy things. I'm sure nobody has every noticed that about me.</div>
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You can find said dress in Outfit Cuatro below. </div>
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The size 16 pants I tried on didn't fit me.</div>
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Now, I'm not saying that I'm officially a size 14 now, but it was super awesome when the size 14 pants still looked a teensy bit loose. </div>
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(Insert rant about how women's clothing needs to have an official standard size across all clothing brands.)</div>
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So, that was fun. Enjoy the awkward photos. </div>
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Yeah, I made that myself.</div>
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(How is there so much talent in this body?!)</div>
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I like to call this little outfit Peter Pan...mostly because that's what the video guys were calling me. I can dig it. And, I can't seem to remember where any of this outfit came from. The shoes are from Payless, the belt is thrifted, and the tights are thrifted as well. </div>
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The roomy helped me on this one. </div>
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Cardigan: Thrifted</div>
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Dress: Thrifted</div>
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Belt: Thrifted</div>
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Leggings: Ye olde Wal-Mart</div>
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Shoes: Payless</div>
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Watermelon Purse: Thrifted</div>
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I forgot to warn about all the stupid faces I make when I "pose". </div>
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<b>Outfit Tres</b>: </div>
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I went shopping yesterday after work and realized I hadn't taken a photo of my outfit. </div>
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Yellow Jacket (haha): Thrifted</div>
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Dress: Target</div>
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Shoes (that you can't see): Thrifted</div>
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I took off my tights, because I had ripped them at work. May they rest in peace. Next paycheck I'm going to stock up on colorful tights.</div>
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<b>Outfit Cuatro</b>: </div>
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I apologize.</div>
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Dress: Lane Bryant</div>
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Belt: Thrifted</div>
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Boots: JC Penny </div>
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Tights: Hanukkah gift</div>
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The lighting was so awful in front of my ghetto mirror. So, I attempted to do the ol' photo booth on my Mac: click record and run like Hell to make it in the photo before it takes. </div>
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<b>Bread that I made</b>: </div>
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Here's a sad looking loaf of bread I made that completely flattened in the bread machine. It kinda looks like a jewelry box I had as a kid.<br />
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Questions? Comments? Concerns?</div>
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I forgot that I promised I would do <a href="http://percolating-becky.blogspot.com/2012/08/seriously-how-does-she-not-know-how-to.html" target="_blank">Work Fashion updates.</a></div>
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I haven’t been documenting everyday, but I have taken a few
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1) First day of work outfit.</div>
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Weird light reflection thing on my face...</div>
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Cardigan: Thrifted</div>
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Tank Top: Target</div>
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Belt: Thrifted</div>
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Pants: Belks</div>
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Shoes: Thrifted</div>
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Face & Body: David and Sherri Silva</div>
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2) Outfit</div>
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I chose to not show my face so I could be objectified.</div>
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Cardigan: Kohls</div>
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Dress: Sister (she got it from a yard sale)</div>
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Belt: Thrifted</div>
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Tights: Thrifted (is that weird?)</div>
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Boots: JC Penny</div>
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Body: David and Sherri Silva</div>
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Why is my hair so ridiculous?</div>
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Cardigan: Kohls</div>
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Dress: Thrifted</div>
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This is actually my favorite dress that I own.</div>
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Dress: Forever 21</div>
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Belt: Thrifted</div>
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Tights: Wal-Mart</div>
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Boots: JC Penny</div>
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Face & Body: David and Sherri Silva</div>
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What do you think?</div>
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Am I assimilating well to corporate adult culture?</div>
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Any tips?</div>
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Criticism?</div>
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Like, I literally have no idea what I’m doing.</div>
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First off, I want to apologize to the people I passed on
Ridge and Main Street. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Apparently I’ve lost more weight than I originally thought.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My jogging pants kept sliding down my butt to reveal my
beautifully orange granny panties. I had to pull them up every 45 seconds or
so. <o:p></o:p></div>
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One couple I passed on the street decided to stop what they
were doing to watch the train wreck waiting to happen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If that wasn’t clear enough, the train wreck was my pants
falling off. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When I left for my wog, (half walking/half jogging), I had a
route in mind. And I planned on being gone for 30 minutes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But I quickly realized that I had a dilemma on my hands. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Dilemma: keep jogging and have my pants fall down in public
or don’t jog and be a fat ass. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I decided that due to my mental break down last night, I
didn’t want to chance an embarrassing moment to top it off. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, I ended up walking for about an hour and ten minutes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It was about 4.76 miles. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And, it was actually really nice.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I finally found the <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Schuylkill River Trail.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">It’s something like a 26 mile bike trail that runs along Philly and north
of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">There were tons of mosaics and paintings along the way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">I liked it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">However, it runs along a nasty looking water thing. I don’t think it’s
the actual Schuylkill River. I think it’s probably a canal or something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">But it was gross. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Here’s a picture to prove the grossness.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">I’ve come to the conclusion that walking and jogging are the only things
that I can afford at this poverty-licious time in my life. But it sucks,
because I don’t get to see the benefits of it for another 5 months. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Boo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">I realized today that I have pretty muscular thighs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely overweight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">But I’m more muscular than I thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">I always thought that fat was the reason I have massively sized thighs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Come to find out, I’m just a stocky lil thing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Dang, these Jewish genes are incredibly strong. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">It would’ve been nice to get those slender genes from the Gentile side. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">But whatever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-70458348894620971562012-10-05T19:00:00.001-07:002012-10-05T19:11:11.463-07:00Anger: And it ain't righteous. <!--StartFragment-->
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I’m incredibly thankful and grateful that I have a job. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And a job that is closely related to what I studied.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That’s more than I can say for a lot of people with college
degrees in this damn recession. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But, today I’m so mad at God that I could scream.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And the funny thing is that I have absolutely no reason to
be mad at God.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that my job doesn’t pay for moving costs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that I didn’t start my job until 17 days after I
was supposed to. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that I’ve become $1,800 in debt for moving out
here.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that I have to keep borrowing money from my
parents for gas money.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that I have to mooch food off my roommate.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that I haven’t gotten paid yet. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that I don’t have a Philly best friend.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that nobody touches me—nobody hugs me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that I can’t afford to explore the city. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that for the first time since “reaching”
adulthood, I really miss my family. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m angry that I am listening to emo music as I type this.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And, I’m angry that it’s Friday night, and I’m writing this
blog. <o:p></o:p></div>
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None of this really has to do with God at all.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I’ve decided to blame Him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We humans like our scapegoats.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And, I know all of my grievances are completely temporary
and first worldly on the problem scale. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But writing helps me process things.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I just moved.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, I’m allowed to have an emotional breakdown, right?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Any sort of encouragement is desired from my virtual peers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Just don’t use clichés. <o:p></o:p><br />
I likes jokes, too.<br />
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-24307482102704545392012-09-24T20:31:00.000-07:002012-09-24T20:31:02.434-07:00A teensy bit of an update. <!--StartFragment-->
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I’ve been incredibly uninspired as of late. <o:p></o:p></div>
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‘Tis one of the reasons I haven’t blogged in a while. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Due to a mix-up with my work, I didn’t end up starting work
until September 17<sup>th</sup>. <o:p></o:p></div>
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(It should’ve been the 4<sup>th</sup>.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn’t know what to do with myself except sit around and
feel sorry for myself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That seems to be a bit of a trend in my life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I think I talk about this a lot on here, but my love
language is a touch. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s awkward to ask people you just met for hugs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m seriously underhugged. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But, I am slowly making friends. I started going to a Bible
Study small group with a church in my neighborhood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once you go to something like a small group,
you can say hi to those people at church on Sunday and not feel weird about it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The neighborhood I live in is RIDICULOUSLY hilly. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Like RIDICULOUSLY. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My body seems to completely shut down now that it has to go
jog on hills.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Madison was flat when I jogged there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I won’t embarrass myself by writing how long it took me to “do”
two miles. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Just know that it takes a while. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Today actually felt like an awesome jog. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I went as soon as I got home from work. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I had more energy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Probably because it had been in front of a computer for the
past 8 hours and desperately needed to move. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Jogging down hills are great.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jogging up hills…can kiss my expired aspirin. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything will get better. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I just need to remember that God hasn’t forgotten about me, that
my identity isn’t in what I’m doing or not doing, and my identity is not my
underhugged body. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-87326001049478901592012-08-30T21:21:00.000-07:002012-09-02T04:29:37.217-07:00Emotional Vomit. <!--StartFragment-->
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Moving to Wisconsin from Georgia a whole year ago was scary.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn’t know anybody, and I was worried that I wouldn’t
make any friends. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m annoying, weird, and try too hard to make people laugh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Surely everybody would see that. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But moving here was one of the best experiences of my life
thus far. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I met incredible people who accepted me as a friend and
eased my fears about moving to an unfamiliar place. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I have a hard time expressing how much people mean to me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s awkward and uncomfortable for me, and I’d just rather
tell a terrible joke. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t like to be vulnerable. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But I decided that it needed to be done.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe putting it in blog form is cowardly of me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I struggle to find words of sentimental truth in person.
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So, here are 18 people that have inspired me with their
friendships and made me feel loved. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Because of y’all, and many others, I have learned to call
Madison my home. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m so sorry if this weird.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, in alphabetical glory:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Abi Zimmer Christian</b>:
I was only friends with you because you would feed me good food at your
apartment. Just kidding. But, you have really nice food. At Monday morning
manuscript studies, I always wanted to be your partner. Trying to figure out
what God “really” meant was more fun with you. I don’t remember what the
passage was, but I remember we decided that God wanted us to go in the purse
making business. You were my favorite lunch companion. I’m glad that I became
so convincing at getting you to eat in public. You give great hugs, cuz I can
lift you up! I wish I loved poetry so you would like me more. I have so many
friendly memories with you: eating carbs with our carbs, thrift store shopping,
all the times I invited myself over to your place, drinking good beer with you,
instagrammed photos with you, lunch time conversations, and just good
conversation in general. You’re beautiful, and you mean so much to me!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Adam and Chrissy Jeske</b>:
If I didn’t have y’all, I wouldn’t have anybody to make fun of me when I said
things like, “Wow, the snow is thick!” Living with you guys has been a
wonderful experience. I’ve learned a lot about adulthood from you guys. Maybe
that should be your next book: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">How to be
an adult </i>by Jeske & Jeske. The following chapters would be included:
Trivets, What Warm Socks Look Like, Which Parts of the Vegetable Are Supposed
to Be Cut and Eaten, and Don’t Boil Water for 30 Minutes. One day I want to be
able to cook the kind of dinners that Chrissy does without having to look at
any type of recipe. I’ll never forget the day I made your kids cry by cooking
improperly cooked Chicken Curry in a Hurry. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Thanks for letting me experiment new recipes to “get the
hang” of this cooking thing. Adam, you’re a great car pool buddy… Nushi
continues to live because of your persistence. Chrissy, I like that you “do yo’
own thang”, even if that means no knowledge of Pop Culture. It’s a pretty
endearing quality. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m sorry that I’m so incredibly selfish, but it’s something
I’m praying about. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You guys have always done a great job of treating me like
one of the family. Like taking me to the county fair to see the barbaric antics
of demolition derby, letting me pose in your family portrait with a mustache,
letting me convince you to paint your dining room table with chalk paint,
occasionally turning the heat on in the winter for my southern bones, and
laughing at my stupid jokes. I’m sure there are hundreds of other things that I
could say about living with y’all and what I’ve learned from y’all. I hope that
maybe you learned a little something from me as well. I’m not sure what…maybe
my stay with you could be a grand ol’ object lesson for your children
reminiscent of Arrested Development’s one armed guy. “Eat your vegetables kids,
or you’ll end up like that girl Becky who was only s’pose to be here for six
months…” Oh, and you have wicked smart kids that don’t annoy me all the time. Your
family is super fun and love. If I ever have a family, I hope it’s as cool as
yours. Maybe I’ll name my first born child Jeske. Or maybe not. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Bethany Horvath</b>:
Southern Transplants in the Midwest! That actually sounds like a good blog
name… Remember that one time all last winter when we were like, “What’s this
white cold stuff?” You get me! I love sitting and talking with you. I love
hearing your Southern accent and feeling like I’m home in the South. You have a
super cute laugh that makes me want to make you laugh more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your excitement about Urbana12 is
intoxicating!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t help but be super
excited when I hear you talk about it. I can’t wait to volunteer at Urbana and
see your hard work in person. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Dan Burnett</b>:
After getting over the unapproachable first impression, I’ve discovered you’re
actually quite approachable. You’re easy to talk to, and you always make me
laugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanks for feeding me chicken,
beer, and more recently MRE food. And thanks for your encouragement and tips
with my weight loss journey. I know that you’re all Soldier of the Year and
stuff, but I still expect you to send me more tips and tricks in the future for
weightloss. Sometimes I think I have you figured out in all your weirdness, and
then you’ll surprise me, you esoteric enigma, you! My greatest achievement in
life is getting you hooked on Psych. Thank you so much for all that you do for
Tuesday night dinners. Don’t let those dinners die!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m sorry for emasculating you at the movie
theater that one time. (Anybody who was not there and reading this is probably
very confused.) You’re incredibly kind and secretly a good person (which I
think you try to hide). And I don’t really think you’re a pretentious dick. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">David Hui</b>: Asking
me to co-write this rom-com screen play with you was one of the most flattering
moments of my life. Meeting with you and working on it on a regular basis has
kept me sane during my uncreative barista career. I still remember the moment
we both came to the same conclusion on how the story would end. I remember we
both sat there with really stupid grins on our faces as we decided the fates of
Ruth, Aaron, and Rebekah. That twist will inspire America! I often wondered
what the other patrons of the coffee shop think when we say things like,
“What’s funnier?” and “Now Aaron is black.” “Now Aaron is bi-racial.” Start
practicing the autograph you’re going to give to our movie fans. Also, you’re
sneaky cool.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Drew Larson</b>: I
think it’s funny that we’ve never worked together, but are still friends. That’s
the power of friendship! One day I’d like to do a standup comedy routine with
you on live television for millions to see. I don’t know if it’s ever been done
before, but that’s the great thing about ‘Merica.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re probably the most positive person I’ve
ever met in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I can’t help
but always be in a good mood whenever you’re around. I love that you laugh at
everybody’s jokes regardless of how terrible or great they are. (Insert high
school yearbook quote about never changing.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Ed Hsu</b>: Ed, you
make me feel like the most interesting person in the world. You’re genuinely
interested in people and their life stories. You ask deep questions that make
me have to search myself and find the answers. I always felt incredibly honored
when you would visit and stay more than 60s seconds at my cube or at the
editors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re my favorite bartender,
after Jesus, that is. I wish that I could pack you up and take you to Philly so
you could bring alcohol to all the incredible parties I will host in Philly.
One of my favorite moments with you was the photo shoot for the faces of a
worship leader. It makes me laugh just thinking about you. Your love of Jesus
is beautiful. You speak truth. You speak words of encouragement often. And
you’re a strange guy, all the more reason that you and I should be friends. One
day I will forgive you for dragging me to see the horrible movie Snow White and
the Huntsman. I was incredibly honored and happy to see you and Wendy get
married. I love you both!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Elizabeth Toman</b>:
I think we’re both serious contenders for the Most Kickingest Curves
competition. It’s a real thing! I think I first started liking you at the
square dancing at the Jeskes. I couldn’t ask for a better par’dner. I thought
you were older because you exude maturity and confidence far beyond your years.
When I’m with you I can’t help but wish I was as confident as you. You’re one
of those people that whatever you say, I’d believe it. Which could be
dangerous… I love your sense of humor, and I love that we can be goofy
together. Being in the Christmas skit with you was one of my favorite memories
at the NSC. I’m still waiting for you to tell me the really story of Christmas
over coffee…<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Glenn Griffin</b>: Nevermind,
I’ll find someone like a Jew.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Names with alliterations are superior to those that are not.
I remember the moment that I realized that you are hilarious. You were on the
phone with me while I was in California, and you were coaching me on fund
development. I don’t even remember what you said to me, but I remember being
like, “dude! He’s a clever dude!” You made me feel so welcome at the NSC, even
though I was a lowly intern. You’re really good at acclimating the interns to
NSC life. You take time to invest in them. And that’s wonderful. I’m sure
others wouldn’t want to deal with some insecure snot-nosed recent college
graduate. But, when I was super insecure about being on the team, you helped me
to feel like I really belonged. And I thank you for that. I love epically
losing to you in Words with Friends. I also like playing “spot the excessive
apostrophe” game with you. Grammar is a forgotten art. And you, sir, are the
master of it. Hands down, the best part of the day at the NSC was getting
anecdotes from you at your cube. It was even better when you’d come to my
cube…I honestly love being interrupted. It’s the extrovert in me. I appreciate
the hours you sat with me on that dang Urbana video offering feedback, even
though you hate that packing scene. You’re welcome for the Jew jokes. May you
constantly live in a puddle of God!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Grete Bauder</b>: My
first impressions of you were that you were so cool and sassy that you wouldn’t
want to be friends with me, and I was nervous about pursuing a friendship with
you. So, I volunteered to help you move. And then I discovered that you’re
SUPER friendly (and still sassy)! I feel that you value deeply connecting to
people and not having superficial fluffy relationships. That’s what I like
about you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And you make me laugh. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And your artwork never ceases to impress me. Your
fashion sense is insane (in a good way). I love that we both NEED hugs and
snuggling from each other! You will always have a snuggling companion in me!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Katie Smies</b>: I
remember the first time I met you. I was like, “She’s quiet. I don’t foresee us
being that close.” I was suuuuuper wrong. And then I was nervous to ask for
your phone number. I’m thankful that you and I were in the same City Group,
even though you wanted to be in that other one. I love drinking wine and eating
chocolate things with you. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Actually, I
think most of our adventures revolve around food—sweet foods. And THAT is the
greatest. They also revolve around us trying to figure out the XY chromosome.
(We’re no way close to having their secrets unlocked.) You inspire me with your
classical taste in clothing and your ability to match. You give GREAT hugs, and
I’m not just saying that because you converted your hug style for me. You’re
probably the person I feel the closest to in Madison. You’re so wonderful and a
delight to hang with! The adventures of Kate and Bex don’t end because I’m
moving. Also, I owe you $4 for the spicy cheese bread we shared...<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Laura Li</b>: You
inspire me with your sense of order and organizational skills. I can’t imagine
how much easier my life would be easier if I had a teensy bit of your skills.
I’m so sorry for annoying you in the Graphics Room with singing and dancing and
hiccupping. I love Disnerd nights (when I could make it).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I love that one of your favorite Disney
movies is Mulan like me! I feel incredibly accomplished whenever I can make you
laugh. (I give myself mental high fives.) I only regret that we didn’t spend
more time together one-on-one as opposed to in larger group. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re so darn creative! I can’t wait to see
what’s next in blogdom for you. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Laura Strasser</b>: I
wasn’t sure if I liked you your first week at IV. But I decided that I did
after you were a wonderfully kind person when you took care of me after I
became hallucinogenetically ill at Greek Conference. (Don’t google
hallucinogenetically. It may not be a real word.) I think we are kindred
spirits with our more “liberal” beliefs on the Christian faith and how that
looks in modern society. It’s encouraging to find other people who think like
me and know how to properly use profanity. Also, I love that we are both
weirded out by kids. I bet God is going to punish us with 8 children each.
Dancing and singing karaoke together at the wedding was suuuuper fun! Also, I’m
still waiting to hear your album. Holla’ at me when it’s out, and I’ll buy
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Remember to just keep on dancing! <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Lynde Hobbs</b>: You
are super woman to me. You cook and share gourmet food with people you love.
You love parties and planning them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You
love children. You love all people. You’re the ultimate princess in my book. I’ve
never in my life seen you mad or sad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
everything you literally give glory back to God. I think that oftentimes when I
hear other Christians talk about being blessed, it often comes across as tacky
and fake. But you’re the real deal. And I love it! Some Southern man gonna make
a real fine trophy wife outta you one day! ;p <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Matt Kirk</b>: Master
Kirk…Captain Kirk…You’re the best darn sensei a production padawan could ask
for. I know now that refusing to feed me on my first shoot with 2100 was just
part of my training to be a better filmmaker. I’ve probably asked you the
stupidest questions an intern could ever ask, and you’ve always answered them
graciously by pretending my questions weren’t dumb. (I swear I have a learning
disorder or something.) Thanks so much for the countless times I asked you to
watch and give feedback on all of the videos I worked on. Thanks for all the
photos you’ve taken of me that have become Facebook profile pics. I will always
appreciate and remember you creeping over my computer screen from your desk.
Your sense of humor is a bit weird, but I respect that and realize that it’s
still funny. Thanks to you and Sarah for your hospitality with Tuesday night
dinners and my birthday dinner. I’m suuuuuuper excited that you and Sarah are
parents. I look forward to seeing all the pictures of Emma growing up on Facebook.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Vicki & Kylene</b>—Or,
should I say Vylene or Kicky? I don’t know if it’s offensive or not to consider
you two a single entity, but you often come up in my brain like that. Matt Kirk
asked me what sort of wisdom I would pass on to new people at the NSC. I told
him that the best advice I could give would be to become friends with the two
of you. You two throw the best parties, Oscar Party, Corn maze and pumpkin
picking party, Halloween Party, Christmas tree lighting party, Glee season
finale party, and others that I can’t think of. I always felt so welcomed by
the two of you my first few months at the NSC and in Wisconsin. You guys should
be the NSC welcoming committee. Y’all are such a blast!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hope that none of that was too painful. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You all are so incredibly wonderful, and I love you all.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, don’t go all Gotye on me and be “somebody that I used to
know”. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I thank my God every time that I remember you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Philippians 1:3<o:p></o:p></div>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-7837221751247535892012-08-27T21:04:00.000-07:002012-08-27T21:04:05.079-07:00Middle aged men won't leave me alone at the gym. <!--StartFragment-->
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The past two times I’ve worked out at the Princeton Club I’ve
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The first time I was jogging around the track and this guy
in terribly maintained dreads kept hollering at me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I pretended I couldn’t hear. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I mean, I was jogging. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Did he honest to God think I was going to stop jogging and
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Then, I forgot about him and started walking around the
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He then tried to holla at me again. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I responded with “Hey,” and continued my lap. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And avoided the side of the gym he was on.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tonight, a middle aged man who hardly spoke English
approached me while I was stretching after my workout. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He wanted to know my expert opinion on how to work out,
because it was his first day at the club. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I made the mistake of telling him I could speak Spanish.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He then fell in love with me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He told me he was a mechanic without a car.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And he asked when I worked out next. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I really, really, really hate talking to anybody when I’m at
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Especially middle-aged men.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-84915252071782467532012-08-21T14:19:00.002-07:002012-10-10T09:57:09.628-07:00"Seriously, how does she not know how to dress herself?"<br />
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I wrote a post before about plus size fashion blogs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m still incredibly obsessed with them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t go a day where I don’t look at them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It's so weird that I'm only recently discovering that you can look beautiful and fashionable as a plus size
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It's inspiring. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m still trying to figure out exactly what my fashion style
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Every so often I’ll text my sister pictures of an outfit and
ask her if they look okay. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Starting September, I’ll have to dress all professional and
cute at my new job in Philly. This seems like a perfect time and place to try
to figure out what my style really is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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So, I’ve decided to add a new “what I’m wearing” feature to
my blog.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The challenge: dress cute and look professional.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’ll be weird.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I think those types of posts requires a certain amount of
vanity that I’m not entirely sure that I have. <o:p></o:p></div>
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At least for the start of this feature, I’ll only have the
camera on my iPhone. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There will be a lot of annoying phone in mirror shots. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I hope the new feature will inspire others as much as I’m
inspired by others who post their clothing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ll officially start these posts in September. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But I was so excited by my new summer dress I got at
Goodwill the other day that I decided to post this one. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<li>Dresses</li>
<li>Bright colors</li>
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<li>Thrift store clothing</li>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-3462542895454334392012-08-19T08:33:00.003-07:002012-08-19T08:33:20.549-07:00Biking, TV, and Life
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I don’t understand how or why I’m such an awful biker.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was under the impression that it really didn’t take a
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When I was going to school in Athens, I used to bike a
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Oh, yeah. And I hit an old man with my bike….<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t want to talk about it, though.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anyways, I’ve been on two biking adventures twice this week.
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Both times left my legs feeling tight, as if I had just lost
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I just don’t understand why people love this.<o:p></o:p></div>
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However, biking down hills, especially incredibly big ones,
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This has been a weird month for me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve been watching a TON of television.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I never do that. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Especially cuz we don’t even own a television.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s been a ridiculous amount of Netflix for me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So much so that I don’t want to be outside and exercise.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I just want to get through the season of a show. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometimes several seasons in a day. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve become one of those statistics on stereotypical fat
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I think I’ve been lonely.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve had way too much free time and not a lot of people to
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But our “hike” was just a walk through woods in the lower
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Excuse me, a hike…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yeah, I have no desire to go into any more detail about the
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I’ve lost another 2 pounds. <o:p></o:p></div>
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17 pounds in total. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I must’ve had more fat packed in my body than I originally
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Immediate goal: lose 3 pounds by the time I move to Philly. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s the first summer that I’ve ever worn shorts
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Well, non-bermuda-type shorts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Going anywhere in the summer, people would be like, “Why are
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And I think it’s weird to be like, “Oh, I’m plus size,”
because obviously they can see that. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, as I stand there with the sweat dripping down my brow
and back, I usually just shrug my shoulders and change the subject.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Super awkward. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Now, I wear shorts in public. <o:p></o:p></div>
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People get to see how pasty I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">really</i> am. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But, I’m pretty sure cellulite is on every female who is not
a celebrity, or who is rich enough to nuke that crap with millions of dollars.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, yeah. I’m wearing shorts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I wanted to post a super cool picture of myself in shorts,
but I thought it would be weird to ask the Jeskes to take a picture of me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, then I was like, I’ll take a “super cool” artsy
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I went for an hour long walk by the lake. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t usually enjoy nature by myself. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Spiritually and Physically.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dear Readers, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I asked Jennifer to guest blog for me because she's been a loyal follower of my blog since the beginning. And she's on her own lifestyle changing Adventure. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Show her some Love!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-Becky</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On Halloween 2011, I started my journey to a healthier lifestyle. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spooky, I know & oh so tempting with all those Tootsie Rolls.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c1974;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I decided to start losing weight & making healthier lifestyle choices.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I learned the SECRET to weightloss! Eat less than you burn! What? Yes, that simple. Find something that drives your motivation, blogs, vacations, pinterest, fashion, children, etc. My motivation in October because of a family trip in January to Disney. I was petrified of having to use the dreaded extendable seat belt for rides or worse have to wait for everyone because I wouldn't fit in the ride. Fear motivated me. After the trip, I was motivated by adding my own progress pics like the ones I see on </span><a href="http://reddit.com/r/loseit" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Reddit</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> to be able to motivate other people. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c1974;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As you might be able to see below, I lost some weight. I lost about 30lbs at this point. I was wearing a shirt that I was wearing before I lost weight though so the photo doesn't show well how much I lost. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />I was cutting my portions to the actual portion on the side of the container & started counting calories. (Little did I know I was eating more than one serving of just about everything I was eating.) In May, I started eating organic since the number of chemicals on my veggies was alarming and the amount of antibiotics that are used in poultry when the animals aren't even sick was disturbing. This also helped me because eating out was no longer and option and neither was soda. It put me in a mindset that fast food grossed me out vs it wasn't good for my body. I'm not saying that someone can't lose weight while eating out, but I find it more satisfying to eat at home. </span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I started counting my steps and would go for a walk if I didn't meet 10,000 steps. Later on, I started doing </span><a href="http://www.c25k.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Couch to 5k</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tracking where I was before I started making changes was a big eye opener to see how sedentary my life was and how many calories I was burning vs consuming. Simple math. It's no wonder I was gaining weight.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took these steps to a healthier me, but not because I didn't think I was pretty. I was actually happy with who I was and what my body looked like, but not with how I was treating my body.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I saw myself as a beautiful person, inside and out, but I felt unHEALTHY. Not unpretty. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I saw images that made me think being unhealthy was ok and was who I was. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I feel like I was making excuses and images like this fed into my poor habits.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What images or thoughts feed/fed your bad habits? </span></span><br />
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</span></span></span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-7414434833719603552012-07-10T15:11:00.002-07:002012-07-10T15:11:32.871-07:00Part 4 of 4.<!--StartFragment-->
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<u>Part 4: On Faith<o:p></o:p></u></div>
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You’re going to have an identity crises your whole life
because you’re kinda Jewish, but kinda not, and you like Jesus. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This <b>still</b> confuses me and most everyone else too. <o:p></o:p></div>
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If I could sum up my journey of faith into a sentence that
you’d totally relate with, I’d say, “God is bigger than the boogey man.” But really.
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You’re going to have all these ideas and plans on how you
think your life will work, but God has a cooler, bigger plan that’ll blow your
mind. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t stick God in a box. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He’s bigger than what Republicans think of Him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He’s bigger than what your conservative evangelical
upbringing told you about Him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And His grace is sufficient for you. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re going to think that God has forgotten about you. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You may even get mad at Him a lot. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But He’s still loving you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And sending the Holy Spirit to guide you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You just have to listen. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally, know why you believe what you believe. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t take anybody else’s word for it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Question Tradition. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But most of all, Love people. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Love people like Jesus loves people. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Little Becky,<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re probably left feeling more confused than ever. I mean
you are only six. But I like to think that in a world where I can write you a
letter and you can read it, that you’d understand everything perfectly. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So remember, <o:p></o:p></div>
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DON’T FREAK OUT! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything will be just fine. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Love, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Becky<o:p></o:p></div>
<!--EndFragment-->Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-88263060141937561622012-07-10T14:55:00.002-07:002012-07-10T15:12:48.671-07:00Part 3 of 4.<br />
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<u>Part 3: On boys<o:p></o:p></u></div>
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You’ll never learn how to read boys.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m really sorry.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But, the Friendzone and you will become best friends. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The friendzone is a magical place that all the cute guys you
like put you in.<o:p></o:p></div>
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They want you around cuz you generally make them laugh, but
that’s all they want from you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’ll become a better, funnier person because of this.<o:p></o:p></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-49101939171939819212012-07-10T09:16:00.002-07:002012-07-10T09:16:39.820-07:00Part 2 of 4 (letter to little Becky)<!--StartFragment-->
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Unfortunately, being the oldest you’ll always be a guinea
pig. The parents will try out a new rule or new parental teaching tactic on you
to figure out if it “works”. If it doesn’t “work”, they’ll shrug their
shoulders and make necessary adjustments for the next kid. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your parents are going to be really, really
annoyingly protective and conservative. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’ll resent them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This is normal. Most teenagers resent their parents at some
point. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Your parents have really great intentions, though. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’ll laugh about it one day. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Your three younger siblings are going to have different
parents than you did. You’re going to be mad about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But then you’ll realize you can use your
influence as an adult to make sure your siblings don’t have annoying parents. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Your siblings will never thank for being the oldest or for
looking out for them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re going to start making movies when you’re eight. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I think the first one is an exercise video. <o:p></o:p></div>
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(You should take your own advice that you’re giving in that
video. Just saying.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re going to love making movies. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’ll be doing that forever. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Now here’s something I want to really prepare you for:
Middle School. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Middle School is stupid. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everybody has these really crazy, weird changes to their
bodies. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everybody looks stupid and awkward, but everybody is too
busy thinking about how stupid and awkward their own bodies are to realize how
stupid and awkward your body is. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Regardless, you’re going to be the first one out of all your
friends to go through puberty. But you’re going to think that your new boobs,
size 6 adult hips, and inability to shop in the children’s section means you’re
fat and overweight. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This is not true, Becky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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Like really, take my word for it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re going to think that all the cheerleaders are pretty
and popular. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s true, but you’re going to try out for cheerleading not
once, but twice.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And, I’m sorry to say you won’t make it both times. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But you do look good in those Soffe shorts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re going to get bullied by this girl. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She makes fun of you because your mom buys your clothes at
Wal-Mart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She’s just a bitch and will drop out of high school in 9<sup>th</sup>
grade. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s going to feel like a big deal, and you’re going to cry.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s okay. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’ll have your own money one day, and you can shop
wherever the hell you want. <o:p></o:p></div>
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(Also, when you’re an adult you’ll say things like “Bitch”
and “Hell” when appropriate.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re going to start taking private voice lessons in Middle
School. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This changes your life, because you love showtunes now. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Unfortunately, you won’t be pretty until you’re 17. Even
then, you’re just better looking then you were in Middle School. But, you’ll be
funny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And people will like you. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re going to get picked last in gym class every time,
don’t worry about it. They can’t help it. The order goes cool athletic black
guys, athletic white guys, pretty girls, and then you. But it’s okay. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Seriously, it’s not a big deal. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re going to want to eat carbohydrates all day long.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I may be able to save you about 20 pounds of weight gain in
high school if you remember to stop eating all the carbs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And go running. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You kinda enjoy it when you’re my age. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Please, start running in high school. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re going to be the coolest when you’re a senior in high school.
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You’ll be on student council, you’re going to escort cute
buys at the Hot and Spicy Pageant, you’ll be in Beta Club, Spanish Club,
Chorus, Chorus President, you’ll have a lead in Footloose, you’ll be in the
elite singing ensemble Volume One, and you’ll be voted Most Original by your
class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re going to make a ton of movies for your classes that
are “super awesome” and funny. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And you’re going to graduate from high school.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is going to feel like the biggest thing that has ever
happened to you. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But, your life isn’t a Glee episode. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Your life will change very much after high school. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, don’t live in the past. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Make new friends. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Enjoy college, like a boss. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Learn to study well. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’ll do a lot of growing up in college. But this letter is
just to get you through the tough years, when you’re super insecure and
pretending not to be. <o:p></o:p></div>
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to coffee shops. Not that it’s wrong or immoral, but I’ve been working at a
coffee shop for five months and it’s just rare to see children. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I think it has something to do with caffeine or something…<o:p></o:p></div>
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A small child stood out to me today, and not because she was
a child. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She was probably 5 or 6 years old. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She wore a dress with a crazy cute pattern on it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Underneath her dress was a skirt that looked like it was
once a disco ball. <o:p></o:p></div>
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On her feet were light up shoes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And her blonde hair was a ridiculous mess. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, this little girl looked like me 18 years ago.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And then I started thinking about that little girl and
little Becky—the two had already become one person in my mind. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And I wanted to give her advice about her future.<o:p></o:p></div>
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All night I thought about what I should tell her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, I decided to just do it on my blog.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s kind only slightly related to what the rest of this
blog is about. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But whatever.</div>
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Dear Becky, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t let anybody tell you you’re not stylish. You’ll be
dressing yourself for at least the next 18 years. It may not be a conventional
style <o:p></o:p></div>
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I think you have two other siblings right now. Sorry, I’ve
never been good at math. Actually, you’ll never be good at math. In fact, when
mom puts you in to real school when you’re ten, you’ll be put into remedial
math. But don’t worry about it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve learned a bit about life these past 24 years. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The first and most important thing I want to tell you is DON’T
FREAK OUT! <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m now going to impart to you “wisdom” in four parts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<u>Part 1: On Family<o:p></o:p></u></div>
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You’re going to have a lot more siblings. And I mean a LOT.
You’re going to think you hate it.
You’ll passive aggressively write fiction with young heroines who are
only children. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s therapeutic. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But you’ll one day realize that you wouldn’t want to have it
any other way. Because of this crazy
people-filled upbringing you’ll only want to study or read when there’s lots of
noise and people around you. Adversely, silence and being alone will make you
uncomfortable. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We’re still trying to work through that. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Be nice to your younger siblings. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But not too nice. After all you, there is a certain amount
of big sibling-little sibling bullying that needs to go on in order for the
world to continue existing. <o:p></o:p></div>
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One of my favorite parts of working at Caribou is our daily
trivia question. <o:p></o:p></div>
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If a customer correctly guesses, then they save a bunch of
money on their car insurance AND save ten cents on their beverage. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I lied about the first part. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anyways, tonight’s question was a pop culture question. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Fill in the lyric for Alicia Key’s song ‘Falin’:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Sometimes I
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">At times I feel
______. “<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">The answer is
“used”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I got to thinking
about this song. It’s obviously about a relationship with a man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">But on second
thought, it perfectly describes the relationship I have with my body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Yes, this is a
body image post. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I wrote a post a
couple days ago about how good I was feeling about life and about myself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Today, I felt the
opposite. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I worked out at
the gym.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I felt mediocre
afterwards. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I looked in the
mirror and saw my sunburnt face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I felt
unattractive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I listened to one
of my favorite show tunes songs and felt weepy after hearing the key change. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">And then I got
mad at my parasympathetic nervous system for almost crying. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">So, in not so
many words, today I strongly disliked myself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I keep on falling
in and out of love with my body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I’m not posting
this to receive validation for anyone who possibly reads this blogs. I’m
posting it because I think that people, females especially, can probably relate
to my sentiments and feelings about my body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I’m certain that
in a few days I’ll feel the opposite of how I felt today. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I’m still not
entirely sure how to conquer this love-hate relationship I have with my body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Maybe I should
stop watching movies, television, reading magazines, having skinny friends, or
being around children who ask me if I want to be skinny. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">That last one
really happened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">Do you have a
love-hate relationship with your body?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">What do you do
when you’re leaning towards hate on a particular day?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I think that I have watched too much Star Trek in my life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But that’s what happens when you grow up with a father who
watches Sci-Fi instead of sports like all the other dads. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, I’ve decided that there is a parallel universe. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And there’s a Becky in that parallel universe too. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She looks just like me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She can’t tan, just like me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She has 5 little siblings, just like me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But, history has gone a little bit different in Becky Two’s
world. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You see, in the 1500s the people of Samoa colonized both
Europe and North America after several bloody wars. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Fast forward to today. Large bodies are the standard of
beauty. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Girls and women are struggling with body images, because no
matter how hard they try, they some just can’t be over 200 pounds. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Magazines photo shop fat onto the models on the cover. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And Becky Two, well, she’s excited because after a really
long time of hard work, she’s gained 15 pounds. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Now, back to this Universe, where Becky One lives. <o:p></o:p></div>
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(Well, maybe I’m the Becky Two…I shouldn’t make
assumptions.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anyways, the dramatic above story was written because I just
weighed myself before my workout and discovered that I have lost a grand total
of 15 pounds. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m kinda in a really, really great mood. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I hadn’t noticed the changes at all in my body until I saw
the scale this morning. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And I was all like, “Oh…yeah, I do look thinner...”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I had a few people mention to me that I was looking thinner,
but I assumed my friends were trying to placate me whenever I talked about
exercising or my blog. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Hah. <o:p></o:p></div>
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*raises proverbial glass*<o:p></o:p></div>
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Here’s to another 35 pounds!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-17726380693602328722012-06-25T14:05:00.000-07:002012-06-25T14:05:13.503-07:00I looked like a pretty cool hippy...<br />
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All I’ve wanted for the past month is the summer sun on my
pasty skin, a beautiful body of water to jump in, and friendly memories. I got
a tiny taste of that in Georgia when I went to the beach with three of my
brothers. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They’re cute.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I like them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I wish my Chacos and the Summer Sun would make out with each
other and give me some pretty awesome Chaco tan lines. <o:p></o:p></div>
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These are not my feet or any feet associated with me. </div>
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But whatever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Today, I went for a jog. It was pretty mediocre. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t want to talk about it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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…So I posted the above sentence. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Hah. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I was feeling pretty dizzy and just wanted to sit down. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, then I felt guilty for having such a crappy jog, so I
decided that I would bike to get some
fruits and eggs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There I was with my tank top, sports bra,
hand-me-down-shorts from my grandma that ride up to my belly button, Chacos,
headband, and bike. I looked like a pretty cool hippy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Except that I was only biking a mile and a half. <o:p></o:p></div>
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To a soulless corporation called Wal-Mart. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But Whatever. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My bum now hurts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the concept of biking. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s kinda unnatural. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anyways, today’s biking trip was brought on by my desire to
be intentional about being outside. Being outside does not come naturally to this
South Georgia Princess. I have to consciously make an effort to be outside. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In conclusion, if you live in Madison and read this blog,
please invite me to do outdoorsy things. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I need it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-23148526598690666602012-06-17T22:16:00.001-07:002012-06-17T22:16:11.343-07:00I'm not very good at math.<!--StartFragment-->
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This post has a lot of numbers in it.</div>
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A virtual high five to whoever tells me how many numbers are mentioned.</div>
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That awkward moment when your thighs touch the guy sitting
next to you on the plane because you’re both overweight. Yeah, that happened. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I had a nice little work out when I
sprinted 40 gates at the airport in Detroit. I had 15 minutes before my
connecting flight was going to leave. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I made it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Not without looking like a hard-breathing
sweaty mess.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was real cute. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But…<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve lost 13 pounds since February.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is an incredibly slow process. <o:p></o:p></div>
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13 pounds in five months is 2.6 pounds a month. <o:p></o:p></div>
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At this rate I’ll lose 50 pounds in 19 months—almost a year
and a half.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I need a miracle. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--EndFragment-->Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284801812395291272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053683017757204376.post-63898875047031153792012-06-06T14:03:00.001-07:002012-06-06T14:06:51.895-07:00I feel like I have a sheepish smile on my face cuz I just found out Earth has a crush on me.<br />
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Caution: the following thoughts make no sense and are all
disconnected. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m not entirely sure how to describe how I’m feeling today.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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I feel…inspired….<o:p></o:p></div>
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Is that the right word?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I kind of have a sense of everything’s-gonna-be-okay. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I feel like I have a sheepish smile on my face cuz I just
found out Earth has a crush on me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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(That was metaphorical. I don’t actually think the Earth has
a crush on me.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t feel ugly today.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I want to jump in a freezing body of water.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe it’s the beautiful weather. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe it’s because I have a “tan” on my shoulders. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe it’s because I’m going to Georgia on Friday.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, that was all a bit weird….<o:p></o:p></div>
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I still haven’t lost any weight though. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Boo. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But, today, it’s kinda okay. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m not mad today. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I prefer to make myself the punch line of the jokes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I mean, if you can’t laugh at yourself and all the dumb
stuff you do, what can you laugh at?<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, I decided to upload some photos of what I look like
immediately after exercising. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I look so bad that’s it’s funny.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, laugh today at my ridiculousness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Also included in photos is the view of where I jog. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I jog on the trails of a beautiful lake. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Instagrammed!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Collapsed on the hammock. </div>
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Also, I found this cool picture that this chick drew. It has a ton of different body types on it. If you're a chick, what's yours?</div>
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It started when I temporarily lost my headphones. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I got to the gym, and they were nowhere to be found! How was
I supposed to exercise without my music?!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was able to do it, though. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And I actually liked it: to concentrate on the rhythm of my
feet against the ground and my matching rhythmic breathing. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, for about two months now, I’ve been running with just
myself for company.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I like it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Although, in a month or so, I’ll probably hate it. I
remember writing a blog post sometime last summer where I “discovered” jogging
WITH music. And I swore I’d never exercise without music again! Hah!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Interesting how we change. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Last week my exercising goal was to jog 3 miles without
having to stop and walk. I didn’t make it. So, I have a newish goal. Last
summer I blogged about how I was only ever to constantly jog 30 minutes without
stopping twice. I’ve decided to make that my new goal—to consistently (perhaps
four or five days in a row) jog 30 minutes without having to stop to walk. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I was inspired by a really poor jog I had on Sunday. I had
to stop at 12 minutes to walk. It was pretty awful. Today I was able to go a
full 20 minutes. I think I can my goal in about two weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m such a noob. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Today, I feel thinner than I did the other day. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There is something weird going on with my brain. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Lord, this is a boring post. <o:p></o:p></div>
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