|Lululemon Boogie Short|
I want boogie shorts and I would like to think that boogie shorts want me. You know, all of me; even the side of butt cheek that's bound to hang out the boogie short because there'sclearly not enough boogie in that short to cover me.
I'm getting some Lululemon boogie shorts. Yep, I am.
These shorts are hella short and I know it, but I have a purpose for them...bikram yoga, my friends. That's why I need ity bitty boogie shorts.
Bikram Yoga, often referred to as hot yoga, is a discipline comprised of a sequence of 26 poses conducted in a room heated over 100 degrees. It's hot. Like all I want to wear in a room this hot are boogie shorts and a bra top hot.
Being in the hot yoga with anything more than a little boogie short just hot and I'm not trying to be any hotter than I have to be.
The bikram studio reminds me of the dance studios that I spent most of my youth and adolecense in. In these studios I learned to be comfortable in my body and not to judge other people's bodies.
**Update** I tried on the shorts and they were offensive. Can you say too much boogie in the back! Whoo Whee!
Back to my capris and maybe some 3" shorts for yoga.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
I have decided to train for and run the Marie Corps Marathon in October of this year. I don't take marathon training lightly since it's an 18 week commitment. Training will start at the end of June. In that good ole' is this Maryland and not Nicaragua summer heat.
I've wavered with committing to a marathon simply because of the training schedule. I'll need to run three times during the week and do a long run on the weekends for four months. Running 26.2 miles doesn't intimidate me because I know that I can do it. I've trained to run 3, 6, 10, and 13 miles, so mentally I know I can do it. It's just the 18 week training commitment that makes me second guess my pursuit. Let me let you in on a little secret; putting forth my best effort consistently long term is not one of my strengths.
On one a scale of 1-10 my long term commitment levels wavers at best a 6 or 7. I set realistic goals that I know I can achieve, I start them and then I let a silent goal killer called compromise creep in. Over time I develop a strong case of the I don't wannas. As in "I don't feel like it" and "what's the purpose, " etc. I start choosing preferred activities and I'll let the goal fall by the wayside.
Fear has a lot to do with the I don't wannas. I don't want to do things and don't push myself to do them because I'm afraid of what may happen. For example, I want to sell a few clothing items on ebay, but I'm hesitant to post them because I'm afraid that I may not do it right, that I'll leave something out or that it will be more complicated than I thought it would be and that I'll end up being confused. So what happens? I look at the pile of clothes I want to list on ebay, never post them, and I never make any money off of them and the cycle continues. The fear of not doing things correctly and the fear of failing are real in my life. I don't know where it stems from and at this point it doesn't matter since I just need to confront and conquer the fears so that I can build the confidence necessary to complete the next challenge. Joyce Meyer has a great mantra of "Do it Afraid." Just because you're doing it doesn't mean that you're not afraid, it just means that you're going to follow God and do it anyway even though you are afraid.
With that said, I'm registering and training for the Marine Corps Marathon and I'm signing off so that I can list these clothes on ebay. I'm doing it afraid so that I can conquer my fears.
Anybody interested in size 8 petite pants from LOFT and the Limited? If so, you can find them on sale on ebay :) What if we called them scardy pant in honor of me listing them while I was afraid!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
"Great people talk about ideas; ordinary people talk about things; small-minded people talk about other people."
I believe in being kind, treating people with respect and being honest in my intentions. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t get it right all the time, but I try to be the best person I can be. Until I started dating my husband eleven years ago, gossiping and talking about people is how I thought people engaged in conversation with one another. If you weren’t talking discussing someone, their life or a choice they made, what would you talk about? From what I can remember my conversations never started off as gossipy, but at some point they always ended up there. I could easily talk about the day, the weather, what I was going to eat for dinner; how I was feeling etc. and ten minutes later I was jumping on the southbound train to Gossip Lane. Seriously, that’s pretty much how it went. It never occurred to me that what I was doing was gossiping since I never had malicious intentions.
What finally stopped this cycle was being consistently called out by my husband. How dare he, right? He didn’t do it all the time, but he did it enough that I started becoming conscience of my conversation. I don’t know why I felt the need to share anybody’s life story (interesting parts only) when I brought them up in conversation and why I felt the need to supplement my stories about people with my opinion. What also helped was Joyce Meyers told me the other day when I was riding down the highway that I don’t have the right to an opinion if I don’t have responsibility for the topic. Ouch.
Not long after I got married I found out that a family member shared some very private information about me with his friend, my makeup artist, who in turn shared it with her friend, my hair stylist. The hairstylist happened to be a close friend of mine and told me what happened and I was devastated. I was angry and hurt by the fact that a family member would discuss a painful event in my life and share it with anyone else . I never confronted my cousin on the matter, but I did use that as a lesson gossip and respecting people’s privacy. I didn’t want people discussing the lowlights of my past, so why would I discuss anyone else’s. It’s funny how being in the unfavorable position completely changed my perspective.
Nobody likes a gossip and I’m glad that I’m not one anymore. I finally have something to talk about other than people. I have ideas and passions that I’m happy to discuss. I’m making progress.