March 2012
Can I have a hug?
people aren’t supposed to be too lovey-dovey in the beginning, y’know? especially all the girls out there… i’m supposed to play it cool. hold things in. because heaven forbid i scare the guy off, come off needy, or perhaps too intense.
but i like you. a lot. perhaps even more. when we played scrabble the other day I had a moment watching you. you were looking at your...
i hesitate to write this, but...
i know we’re not supposed to compare ourselves to other people. i know this, i do. we’re supposed look at our own stories. our own lives. don’t judge others. dream our own dreams. sing our own songs. our failures are our own, and ours alone. and victories to be recorded on each of our personal timelines. we are all individuals, not to be compared, stacked up to, weighed against...
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Saturday Night Date-Night
Matt and I hit one month this weekend.
I KNOW. I’m with you on that, trust me, I know. It’s been fast. Unexpected. Intense. A lot to take in. And good. So good. There are sooo many things I like about him, so many things I want to write about him, but I’ll save all that for another time, or perhaps my drafts because y’know, it’s weird to gush about some guy on your...
12 Things At Midnight
I ran all 4 of my hill repeats tonight (as in tonight, when it was super dark out). The hill (as per my Garmin) was 450 meters long. I had to walk at least twice on every single one. It was one of the hardest workouts I’ve done in a while and by the end of itI was a very sweaty beast. My Garmin tells me I burnt 26 to 30 calories on each hill. FOR REALS? That seriously makes me rethink ever...
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Tips for hilly hills and firm bums!
Decide you have HAD IT UP TO HERE with the cellulite that has made a home for itself on your bum.
Tell your cottage cheese ass and/or thighs (in my case both) it’s eviction time
Locate a hill near you that is at least 500 meters in length, with a decent butt-working incline.
Depending on your level of fitness, decide on a set number of times to run said hill. I am choosing four (4), but...
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Operation Sexy-Sexy-Hair-Commercial Hair
Being overweight nearly my entire life I found other ways, besides clothes/ma-bod, to make myself feel good about myself; other ways to give me confidence, feel bad-ass, make me walk the walk of a boss. My hair always fell at the top of that list.
I’ve always put effort and time into my hair, because y’know, if my hair was just curled or placed in the perfect position, nobody would...
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Just a day, Just an ordinary day.
I skyped my mom two days ago and tried my very best to sound happy, and charming, and don’t-worry-mom-I-am-fine-and-dandy and all-is-unicorns-and-ponies-with-a-touch-of-sparkle-thrown-in on the other side of the world.
And then within 10 minutes of hanging up to her, an encouraging email arrived in my inbox. She knows me too well. She knew I was faking it. She knew that despite all the good...
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It’s official. I’m *that* girl. Guy enters picture. Girl falls off the face of the Earth. And by Earth I mean Interwebs. It’s not you. It’s me. Really and truly. And know this, Little Blog, my mom is now calling me ‘Elusive Elizabeth’ because of my serious lack of communication… my apologies to all those waiting for emails, and skype dates, and Draw...
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Me: I don't know, I'm just worried about Saturday.
Him: What, why?
Me: I just don't want you to be embarrassed.
Him: Of what?
Me: Me...
Him: What?
Me: I know I'm overweight. I just. I don't know. I just feel bad for you...
Him: Liz. I'm not with you because I think you're one day going to be... one twenty five. I think you think your weight affects your life weigh (PUN!*) more than it does, and the blog doesn't help. That's a lot of pressure.
Me: ...
Him: I'm with you because I like the person you are.
Me: ...
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*the "pun" was all me.
Oh Lordy Lordy Lord. So much to say, so little time. Really and truly too. I’ve been a busy bee, a happy camper, a kid with candy (or as the Ozzies say, Lollies) enjoying the past week in Melbourne.
Firstly, it must be said, and I’ll pretend not to make a big deal about this and go all girlie-girl on yo-ass, but I am a girlfriend to some boyfriend out there. It’s official. He...
3 photos from my 10k.
I know, I know, but my iPhone’s screen was too bright for me to see the photo. Didn’t realize a) my tongue was doing that or, b) how stupid I looked, but whatever, wahoo! I ran and now have a “guilt free” day!!
I have been sitting on my bed for 40 minutes in my running clothes.
I’ll go at 10am. Okay, 10:15. Wait, 10:30.
It’s now 3 minutes to 10:45… I really don’t want to run (s h o c k i n g), but am going to. This run is for my ass.
that feeling of losing weight. that feeling of stepping on the scale and knowing the number will be lower than it was yesterday. then it is. that feeling of trying on an old dress, once deemed too tight y’know, just-in-case, and voila! the zipper zips up the side easily. that feeling of catching a glimpse of yourself in a reflection and seeing a better you, a skinnier you. that feeling of...
Movie in the Park
I put my eating healthy skillz on hold for a night, and headed to the botanical gardens with Matt for a little Movie in the Park action. Melbourne is full of activities to do and this one was right up there on my ‘must do’ list (having a cute guy next to me, was just an added bonus).
Essentially you bring a picnic, blankets, pillows, etc., and watch a movie outside in the middle of...
Chatter that is random.
I had great (great!) intentions yesterday to run, but somewhere, somehow my beautiful, soft, bed took priority.
But never fear! I knocked out 7km this morning. It was supposed to be a “tempo,” (re: fast) run, but I could slightly feel my ITB reacting, which meant it was more of a just-get-through-this-as-slow-or-as-fast-I-want run.
Ohhhh, so this is exciting!! I was nominated for...
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02. 26. 12
i can feel my chest clamp up. like something is wrong. but i don’t know what it is. my heart beats faster, butterflies swarm my stomach. i think he likes me. i look for excuses, but there seem to be none. my phone jolts me back to reality. his name lighting up the screen. my chest. it hurts. fear sweeps over my body. i think he likes me. i know he likes me. terrifying.
...
First Long Run in Melbourne Done! BAMN!
I had a moment today on my Long Run, a moment of pure clarity. I was at the 9k mark of a 14km run, and it was pouring rain. Pouring. I was soaked right down to my undies, feet squishing into my shoes with each step, and quietly passing cars sitting in traffic. Cars with people in them with nothing to do, but look at me.
I felt Hard Core.
[Yes, with a capital H. And capital C.]
Not fat. Or an...
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02.25.12
It all happened so fast. And quite honestly, stopped me in my tracks. It started off with a simple email. “Welcome to Melbourne” read the subject. It was short. Sweet. Right to the point. And there was something different about it. A good something different. I took a moment and responded, “sure, would love a city tour. When are you free?”
Between noon and one...
