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Thanks to those who made it through my last entry. When I started typing it, I didn't intend for it to be that long, but I guess it felt therapeutic to get it all out there.
I had a fabulous workout this morning- the first "hardcore" workout since before my colonoscopy about a month ago. Getting back into working out was really hard but now that I've hit my stride again, I'm starting to feel great. My shoulders hurt like a mother because I did shoulder shrugs. I avoid shoulder shrugs because I carry my stress in my shoulders and sometimes working them out makes the pain unbearable.
My goal for this week is to work out every day, Monday through Friday, to help me get back fully into my routine. Also, I figure that if I get a job soon, my body will crave working out so much that it will want to wake up early enough to go to the gym before work.
On Saturday, Alana and I went to Melanie's new house in Steilacoom. She had sent me the pictures before they purchased it and I thought it was really cute, but when I saw it in person I realized it's not all that photogenic. Her house is actually cuter in-person, which is saying a lot! It's one of those houses that, while touring it, you're mentally placing your stuff in there. Yes, the gas fireplace and I would get along perfectly.
We didn't do much, but we didn't have a lot of time, and we have never been friends that always had to "do something" when we get together. Alana and Melanie played outside on the slide and swings while I looked at her wedding album. We ate tacos, talked, read books to Alana, played with Alana's puzzles, enjoyed Alana's various animal sounds, and went for a little bit of a drive. Alana had been having intermittent fevers throughout the preceding week and she started to get a little warm while I was there. Being the stereotypical first-time mom of a toddler that I am, I asked if she would mind going to Walgreens with me to get more infant Tylenol, just in case Alana were to develop another fever.
Alana did not develop a fever while we were there, and hasn't since late Friday night, but the infant Tylenol was BOGO so it wasn't a complete loss! Those bottles are so small and you go through them so quickly. I wonder if Costco sells giant bottles of it?
But I digress. After Walgreens, we went across the street to Starbucks to have a chai. The barista was a total bitch and I have yet to write corporate about her, but Melanie and I were having such a good time that we didn't even care; we weren't going to let the barista's dumbass ruin our buzz.
I told her about my colon stuff and she listened intently and asked questions. It was nice because she wasn't like "OMG you're DYING" but she wasn't like "meh, whatever, PREcancerous is no biggie." It was like we just had an adult conversation, as close friends. After telling her, I felt so relieved. I was still struggling with what the diagnosis meant to me so it was kind of hard to open up at first, but once I started talking and saw her reaction, I knew I was doing the right thing.
I wish we didn't live so far apart.
I have to say this: Melanie's roommate took 2.5 hours to shower and do her hair and makeup. When she was finally finished, she looked just like an overly tanned girl with a lot of makeup on. Also, they had planned on going hiking after I left. She had done her hair and makeup to slip into tee-shirt and sweats to go hiking. I hate talking poorly about other women in their eternal quest for beauty. If anyone understands the societal pressures women face with beauty standards-it's me- I just think when women overly tan/apply too much makeup/ have crazy bleached hair it does a number on the beauty standard and the cycle continues.
I guess the reason I bring it up is because it made me really sad. Before she was "perfectly coiffed," she kept apologizing for how "awful" she looked and she did NOT look bad. I got the impression that she truly believes that she looks awful in her natural beautiful state. Part of the reason I don't wear much makeup is because I've noticed that the more I wear, the worse I think I look at night and in the morning sans makeup. Makeup can be a slippery slope and I think women are entitled to feel beautiful when they are looking exactly the way God made them.
Okay, seriously though, I'm going to top talking about this and go to bed.
I had a fabulous workout this morning- the first "hardcore" workout since before my colonoscopy about a month ago. Getting back into working out was really hard but now that I've hit my stride again, I'm starting to feel great. My shoulders hurt like a mother because I did shoulder shrugs. I avoid shoulder shrugs because I carry my stress in my shoulders and sometimes working them out makes the pain unbearable.
My goal for this week is to work out every day, Monday through Friday, to help me get back fully into my routine. Also, I figure that if I get a job soon, my body will crave working out so much that it will want to wake up early enough to go to the gym before work.
On Saturday, Alana and I went to Melanie's new house in Steilacoom. She had sent me the pictures before they purchased it and I thought it was really cute, but when I saw it in person I realized it's not all that photogenic. Her house is actually cuter in-person, which is saying a lot! It's one of those houses that, while touring it, you're mentally placing your stuff in there. Yes, the gas fireplace and I would get along perfectly.
We didn't do much, but we didn't have a lot of time, and we have never been friends that always had to "do something" when we get together. Alana and Melanie played outside on the slide and swings while I looked at her wedding album. We ate tacos, talked, read books to Alana, played with Alana's puzzles, enjoyed Alana's various animal sounds, and went for a little bit of a drive. Alana had been having intermittent fevers throughout the preceding week and she started to get a little warm while I was there. Being the stereotypical first-time mom of a toddler that I am, I asked if she would mind going to Walgreens with me to get more infant Tylenol, just in case Alana were to develop another fever.
Alana did not develop a fever while we were there, and hasn't since late Friday night, but the infant Tylenol was BOGO so it wasn't a complete loss! Those bottles are so small and you go through them so quickly. I wonder if Costco sells giant bottles of it?
But I digress. After Walgreens, we went across the street to Starbucks to have a chai. The barista was a total bitch and I have yet to write corporate about her, but Melanie and I were having such a good time that we didn't even care; we weren't going to let the barista's dumbass ruin our buzz.
I told her about my colon stuff and she listened intently and asked questions. It was nice because she wasn't like "OMG you're DYING" but she wasn't like "meh, whatever, PREcancerous is no biggie." It was like we just had an adult conversation, as close friends. After telling her, I felt so relieved. I was still struggling with what the diagnosis meant to me so it was kind of hard to open up at first, but once I started talking and saw her reaction, I knew I was doing the right thing.
I wish we didn't live so far apart.
I have to say this: Melanie's roommate took 2.5 hours to shower and do her hair and makeup. When she was finally finished, she looked just like an overly tanned girl with a lot of makeup on. Also, they had planned on going hiking after I left. She had done her hair and makeup to slip into tee-shirt and sweats to go hiking. I hate talking poorly about other women in their eternal quest for beauty. If anyone understands the societal pressures women face with beauty standards-it's me- I just think when women overly tan/apply too much makeup/ have crazy bleached hair it does a number on the beauty standard and the cycle continues.
I guess the reason I bring it up is because it made me really sad. Before she was "perfectly coiffed," she kept apologizing for how "awful" she looked and she did NOT look bad. I got the impression that she truly believes that she looks awful in her natural beautiful state. Part of the reason I don't wear much makeup is because I've noticed that the more I wear, the worse I think I look at night and in the morning sans makeup. Makeup can be a slippery slope and I think women are entitled to feel beautiful when they are looking exactly the way God made them.
Okay, seriously though, I'm going to top talking about this and go to bed.