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I Will Lose this Weight if it Kills Me

posted by Momo Fali on January 20, 2011

For the past 14 years, I have been in an ever-constant battle with my weight.  I blame a lot of it on stress and anxiety.  Those 14 years were full of home renovation, a high-pressure job, a husband who works solely on commission in the bursted bubble of a housing market and two premature babies…one of whom threw in congenital heart disease just for good measure.

So, yes, I’ve been stressed.   But, I won’t deny that a good portion of my jiggling thighs is because I love chocolate.  And beer.  The three of them together equals the perfect storm of cellulite.

The thing I have come to realize, as my 40th birthday nears, is that burdens don’t go away; they just change.  Life is never going to be easy.  It’s time to acknowledge that and work with it, instead of against it.  I don’t want to fight myself anymore.  I want to fight the fat.

Tonight, I completed my first of 36 boot camp sessions.  I was excited, but to tell the truth, I was scared of not being able to walk afterward. 

My friend Melisa is a group fitness instructor and I talked to her just before I went to class.  She told me that because I’m social that I would love the atmosphere, that I would have fun and that I should “embrace the pain”.

What she failed to tell me, is that I should also embrace the vomit.

Apparently, the instructor saw it coming when my beet-red face turned crisp-cotton-white, which is probably when I felt the room spinning.  She stopped the class.  FOR ME.  Which is really not embarrassing at all.  You know, if you’re made of stone.

After she got me a Gatorade, things improved.  Not a lot, but enough for the walls to stand still.  I fought through.  I did not quit.

Then I came home and started typing and searched the internet for a photo of the boot camp to insert in this post.  I typed the name of the workout facility into Google, hit images, and saw this picture…

Thank goodness for that Gatorade.

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Sunshine Almost Always Makes Me High

posted by Momo Fali on January 16, 2011

This morning, I opened the living room blinds to see the sun creeping up in the east.  The sky was lavender; a mix of pink and blue.  Blue!  We haven’t seen a blue sky for a long, long time around here.  You will have to excuse the hyperbole, but it feels like forever ago.

I have considered the purchase of a “happy light” to get me through this gloomy period.  The winter months in Ohio are so dark, cold and gray.  Always gray.  Well, except for today of course.

Things seem so much more hopeful when the sun is out.  Life is brighter, happier and significantly more beautiful.  The gray days make me irritable and longing for summer, when daylight hangs around until my children are already tucked into bed.  On the rare occasion that we see the sun in the winter, the warmth on my skin makes the slush beneath my feet just a little more bearable.

There are only so many Chai tea lattes a girl can drink to keep her warm and only so many layers of fleece.  I need the sun.  I need its glow, the color it brings and the way that it produces a contrast between a frozen landscape and the sky.

The sun makes me feel good.  Today, I feel good.

Question of the Day VII

posted by Momo Fali on January 3, 2011

You know how you enter a new year all starry-eyed and sure that things are going to be, at least, 20 times better than the year before, then right after the ball drops, your husband spills his glass of punch on your living room area rug, then your son spills sparkling grape juice all over himself, and then nine hours after that you take your husband’s car to the shop and it needs $500 in repairs, and then the shop calls back and says, “Whoops, we mean $700!”, and five hours after that you find out that your sister-in-law, who is also your dental hygienist, isn’t at the family get-together because she’s home with a vomiting virus, and she just happened to clean the teeth and floss the gums of every member of your family two days prior, and then you play in a poker tournament with 15 people where the top three players get paid, and you go out fourth, then you spend the first night of the new year not sleeping at all and on the second day of the new year your dog throws up all day?

Yeah, me too.

Defunk

posted by Momo Fali on September 20, 2010
I am not going to mince words. I have been in a funk lately and I believe in getting to the point. I have never been one for small-talk. (Unless you saw me in the elevator in New York, in which case I really was complaining about the weather.)

If you read my last post, you know I feel like I have been chasing my tail at the same time that I am sinking in my own self-created quicksand. This is not an easy task to wake up to each day. You know, if we insomniacs actually woke up.

On Friday afternoon, I took the first set up this mountain before me.

I got my hair done.

Some people may not understand that, but I am a woman and, like it or not, we are judged by our appearance. Mostly, it is done by ourselves when we look in the mirror.

Not getting sleep does nothing for my looks, my face is breaking out from the heat and humidity created by green beans, and the like, at my day-job and I have never weighed so much without the benefit of being pregnant.

So yeah, it was nice to do something to make myself look better.

Today, I quit writing for two friends’ websites. Actually, I quit writing for one friend’s website and the other one was lucky enough to have me quit before I started. I. Am. A. Great. Friend.

Not that I was doing more than two or three posts a month, but I realized I couldn’t even manage that. It is time for me to stop taking care of other people’s business before I take care of my own.

In addition, during the past week I have realized that I can’t stop blogging here. It is my very own Happy-Hands Club and it is what keeps me sane. I have always been a writer. I’ve just never called myself one.

Can you feel it? I am reclaiming my life.

Either that, or the highlights went right to my brain.