wordslinger
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Thanks for trying to set me straight, Anke. It's just that time of the month and my body is quite rebellious: lethargic, moody, and craving-wracked. And I was doing three runs a week, four at most, in twenty minute increments. I attribute my knee pains to the fact that I am running on the road in my housing plan, over hills and such. Cement isn't the most forgiving substance in the world. But I cannot afford to drive to a track with gas prices. I'm just a poor college student.
The past week and a half has been an arduous time for me. I wasn’t enthused with my exercise. I was in an emotional slump, and under a lot of stress from work. To make a long story short, I had to report something that was a violation of company policy and integrity, and it was also an ethical issue on my part because of the individuals involved. I am on vacation, and I am hoping it is dealt with this week entirely and that it blows over. I do expect to be ostracized upon my return. But I did the right thing. The company pays me to do my job, and reporting that specific violation was a component of my job. The company trusts me as young as I am to work in the Accounting Office and uphold policy, to oversee more money than I will ever make in my life, along with having access confidential information. I can get fired for not following policy or upholding my personal integrity. This whole situation just makes me sick and I am glad for the distance I am now putting between it and my self. Integrity isn’t important in today’s society, anymore. No one can take that away but your own self.
I went insane binging this past week. I woke up this morning though and it was like a light turned on in my head. It’s time to get back on track. I had a wonderful work out yesterday and today. I also went for a twenty minute jog. My third month with Power 90 ends on the 26th of this month, and I am really hoping to see some results; perhaps in the weight department.
My friend is having her birthday today, and as part of that, she wants to invite her friends with her to her dance lesson. She’s in uber-advanced competitive ballroom dancing. She has been a dancer all of her life and is the kind of girl that makes you absolutely sick to look at. She’s gorgeous, disgustingly skinny, and she can eat like a cow and not gain an ounce, all breasts but no butt.
Needless to say, having her as a best friend really wreaked havoc on my self esteem during adolescence. But that is all in the past. We sort of balance each other out physically. I’m all hips and thighs and butt and no breasts. I’m on the short, petite side, so now I can’t even wear her clothes. Even though we probably wear some of the same sizes, her thighs are stick thin, so pants are out of the question. Her shirts are too, because I’m ridiculously fragile-looking up top. She also has breasts, which requires larger shirts on her behalf. She is probably a medium while I sometimes swim in smalls. I generally have to stick with small and extra-small, often venturing into the girls’ and boys’ section. I was shopping this weekend and I held up small shirts from the rack and blurted out loud to my mother: “Is this seriously a small?!” Some of the shirts would have been shapeless sacks on me.
I’m not too keen on the dance class idea. I’m not interested in ballroom dancing; belly dancing is more congruent with my abilities. I’ve got the hips, thighs, and butt. From all the abdominal work I do as well my muscles are capable of handling the control needed for the undulations and popping. And besides, it makes me feel sexy and perhaps somewhat graceful. And I have felt like a worthless klutz my entire life. One day I will take belly dancing lessons as a treat.
I will give the ballroom dancing a try though, because I do not want to ruin it for my friend. Besides… it’s exercise. I’ve got to work off her birthday cake somehow.
The past week and a half has been an arduous time for me. I wasn’t enthused with my exercise. I was in an emotional slump, and under a lot of stress from work. To make a long story short, I had to report something that was a violation of company policy and integrity, and it was also an ethical issue on my part because of the individuals involved. I am on vacation, and I am hoping it is dealt with this week entirely and that it blows over. I do expect to be ostracized upon my return. But I did the right thing. The company pays me to do my job, and reporting that specific violation was a component of my job. The company trusts me as young as I am to work in the Accounting Office and uphold policy, to oversee more money than I will ever make in my life, along with having access confidential information. I can get fired for not following policy or upholding my personal integrity. This whole situation just makes me sick and I am glad for the distance I am now putting between it and my self. Integrity isn’t important in today’s society, anymore. No one can take that away but your own self.
I went insane binging this past week. I woke up this morning though and it was like a light turned on in my head. It’s time to get back on track. I had a wonderful work out yesterday and today. I also went for a twenty minute jog. My third month with Power 90 ends on the 26th of this month, and I am really hoping to see some results; perhaps in the weight department.
My friend is having her birthday today, and as part of that, she wants to invite her friends with her to her dance lesson. She’s in uber-advanced competitive ballroom dancing. She has been a dancer all of her life and is the kind of girl that makes you absolutely sick to look at. She’s gorgeous, disgustingly skinny, and she can eat like a cow and not gain an ounce, all breasts but no butt.
Needless to say, having her as a best friend really wreaked havoc on my self esteem during adolescence. But that is all in the past. We sort of balance each other out physically. I’m all hips and thighs and butt and no breasts. I’m on the short, petite side, so now I can’t even wear her clothes. Even though we probably wear some of the same sizes, her thighs are stick thin, so pants are out of the question. Her shirts are too, because I’m ridiculously fragile-looking up top. She also has breasts, which requires larger shirts on her behalf. She is probably a medium while I sometimes swim in smalls. I generally have to stick with small and extra-small, often venturing into the girls’ and boys’ section. I was shopping this weekend and I held up small shirts from the rack and blurted out loud to my mother: “Is this seriously a small?!” Some of the shirts would have been shapeless sacks on me.
I’m not too keen on the dance class idea. I’m not interested in ballroom dancing; belly dancing is more congruent with my abilities. I’ve got the hips, thighs, and butt. From all the abdominal work I do as well my muscles are capable of handling the control needed for the undulations and popping. And besides, it makes me feel sexy and perhaps somewhat graceful. And I have felt like a worthless klutz my entire life. One day I will take belly dancing lessons as a treat.
I will give the ballroom dancing a try though, because I do not want to ruin it for my friend. Besides… it’s exercise. I’ve got to work off her birthday cake somehow.
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