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Screw the Scale!!

"In the Middle Ages, they had guillotines, stretch racks, whips and chains. Nowadays, we have a much more effective torture device called the bathroom scale." ~ Stephen Phillips

"I need to stay off the damn scale. I had myself all worked up on Sat. for no good reason. It's ridiculous what we do to ourselves as many guys obsess themselves with the scale like we do?? I am eating healthier than I ever have. I am exercising. I am building muscle. I feel stronger. My clothes fit better. Screw the scale!!"

That was my illustrious status update on Facebook yesterday. I was and still am, so fed up with the bathroom scale. I am even more fed up with myself for allowing myself to let an electronic heap of metal play such an important role in my life.

I have been overweight most of my life therefore I have quite a long and tortuous history with the scale. During times when I know I am not eating well and running the other way from exercise, I tend to avoid it a…

Today I Ran

"Do a little more each day than you think you possibly can." ~ Lowell Thomas

I ran today. I ran for a total of seven minutes. Seven minutes. That is a long time when you are trying to get your body to do something it hates you for. Except as a kid, I only ran one other time in my life and that was a few weeks in college when I decided jogging would make me lose weight. Well, it might have if I wasn't living on pizza and Ramen noodles. Anyways, I have now been consistently exercising for  about seven weeks, doing the aerobic part either outside or on a treadmill at the gym. I tend to get a much better workout at the gym than walking outside because I am not attached to the dog's leash. My cardiovascular status has improved dramatically, too much so. It is now outpacing my muscles and joints so that I have to work harder to get my heart rate up. I was using the incline on the treadmill to do this and now I am maxed out on the incline. Yay me!

So about three weeks ago, I …

City of Brotherly Love

Ahhh Philadelphia.

I just had a fantastic weekend there and really have nothing negative to say about the place. My boyfriend (Chuck) and I spent three days in the city of brotherly love and I have to say, I would go back in a minute. We were there for the Dad Vail Regatta, which is the largest collegiate rowing event in the country. Chuck's son, Dan, rows for the University of Vermont. I had never been there before and we were hoping to get a little sightseeing in when we weren't at the river cheering our team on.

And sightseeing we did. In true Chuck/Chris fashion, we sucked the life out of every minute we were there. Dan's team only competed one of the two days (they didn't make the finals) and we had a little more free time on our hands than we expected. We did the touristy thing with Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell, and the Philadelphia Zoo (awesome place!!). The highlight though was this award winning bed and breakfast we stayed in called The Gables which is …

My (Im)Perfect Body

“You’ve got your body for life, you might as well learn to get along with it.” ~ Sandy Kumskov

In my previous blog entry Turning Forty, I referred to the fact that I am not always physically comfortable in my own skin. As I was writing that sentence, I just knew that I was going to have to blog about it. Body image issues are a topic I can write extensively about and well, I haven't. I did do an entry back in April about taking responsibility for my health, which was in reference to weight issues, but that has been it.

Truth be told, it has been difficult to consider writing about my relationship with my body until now. There has recently been a shift in my appreciation for the physical appearance of my body. At first I thought it was because I have been taking much better care of myself and it is starting to show. I am seeing muscles that have been buried my whole life. I have lost weight. That being said, I think it is more than that though. I think the bigger shift has been in …

Turning Forty

"Life begins at forty." - W. B. Pitkin

I am going to be 40 years old tomorrow. By the time you get to 40, it seems like many people are dreading having another birthday. Not me. To start with, to have a birthday means to have made it through this world another year and be fortunate enough to be looking forward to another one. That right there is enough cause for joyful celebration. I was diagnosed with cancer nine days before my 25th birthday; that can change your perspective on the whole birthday thing quite a bit. So can getting to the other side of heart surgery, chronic autoimmune illness, and severe depression. When you are a survivor of anything, whether it be illness, death of a loved one, abuse, the list goes on and on; birthdays are an opportunity for us to celebrate ourselves and what we have endured. It is a chance to say "Yes I have gotten here". It also is a chance to be hopeful that maybe, just maybe, the next year can help us realize some of our hop…