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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Respectado the Killer Coral. Pura Vida Costa Rica

For the past two years, I have taken a trip around by birthday.  It's not necessarily something I have planned that way.  The timing has just been convenient.  When my friend Genny invited me to a Costa Rica trip in late August early September, going seemed like the natural thing to do.  I had never been to Costa Rica and heard nothing but good from others who had gone.  My birthday came and went, and Costa Rica was ready for me!  I went with Genny Kyle, Katie McCabe, Phil McCabe, Kelly McCabe, and Trevor Marble.

Our first stop was in a city called La Fortuna which had the Arenal volcano.  It is still an active volcano but currently in a resting stage.  Our resort was just near the base.  It consistently gave off a smoke from the opening at the top.  


While in La Fortuna, we went rappelling down waterfalls that ran from the Penas Blanca river.  They drove us up to the waterfalls in the back of a pick up truck.



I have been rock climbing several times, and once you climb up a mountain side, you have to rappel back down.  Even though I had technically been rappelling, I was much more scared this time.  It's easier to climb up a mountain and then lean back to rappel down.  It's much harder to stand on top of a cliff, turn around, and then lean back like your sitting on an invisible chair.  We rappelled down 5 different water falls and went through this motion each time, and it still never got easier.  I love water parks, roller coaster, and heights don't bother me, unless I have to take the initial step off a cliff.  Water slides don't scare me because the first step I take is a flat one.  Cliff jumping scares me to death because the first step I take is the step that leads to the fall. 




We did 5 different waterfalls and the tallest rappel was 165 feet.   My first rappel going down, I didn't know how far I had gone or how close I was to the ground.  All I could feel was myself getting sucked into the waterfall and I started to panic.  I screamed out a pretty fierce scream thinking I was going to lose control of my rappel.  Very shortly after, I reached the ground only to hear my friends laughing at me and to see the tour guide who was belaying for me with a big grin on his face.  I was the last to come down so everyone saw the joke.  







As you can see, I am barely a speck compared to the giant waterfall.







We loved our tour guides.  Gennie and I snagged a picture with Michaelangelo and Charlie Sheen.  They all had fun pretend names.







We also went zip lining in La Fortuna.  We had to take a tram to the top of a mountain where we would complete 7 zip lines down the mountain.

The Arenal volcano was still nearby sending out smoke.





I have been zip lining a couple times, more recently in Dominican Republic, but my previous experiences were babies compared to how high and long these zip lines were.  The longest zip line was 1/2 mile and we were literally flying over canopies of trees.  It was a rush and so beautiful to look out over the land.  It's like we were flying.


As you can see, I was very graceful in my landings. 


They even had fun names for some of the lines.  The largest one was named Big Daddy and the second largest was named Lil Mama.  





We also went river rafting on the Balsa river, which had level 2-3 rapids.  Out of all the adventures we had done thus far, river rafting is the one that I have done the most.  The river rafting in the US is different.  We have a much calmer ride the majority of the time and then a few big level 4 and 5 rapids.  The river rafting in Costa Rica has smaller rapids, but it is the whole way down.  Very seldom were we not going over white water.  It was a fun adventures.


Because there were so many consistent rapids, there were also many more opportunities to get stuck on rocks.  At one point, our guide had to get out of the raft and pull us off of a huge rock we had gotten high centered on.  Check out the look of determination in his eyes.











At night, we would spend all our time in the pool.  We were water babies the whole trip.



At our first resort, there were 4 different pools and each had a waterside going into it.  Now you might be thinking, "oh, they are just small pool watersides.  They can't be that fast or dangerous."  WRONG!  I have never screamed so much going down a waterside.  I thought I was going to fall over the edge a couple times, and I got shot out of the slide so fast that it ripped my hand away from my nose and got water up my nose.  It was funny to watch the look on each person's face as they rose up out of the water.  It was a look of slight confusion and disorientation about where they were.  It was a brief look but definitely entertaining.


Our second location was called Tortuguero, and it was a small village on the located on a peninsula on the East Coast of Costa Rica.  You could only get there by plane or boat.  We had to take a 1 hour boat ride with all our luggage to get there.  Our first location was all about adventure.  This location was all about nature.  We stayed in bungalow with no glass on the windows, no A/C, and bugs everywhere!  The town only has 1,000 people and there are no roads and no cars.  The beach was beautiful to walk along.  We were warned about entering the ocean because the current was so strong that it was potentially dangerous.  I think a couple of my friends went in but I know to respectado the ocean. 



The first day we arrived, there was a huge iguana outside our bungalow.  We tried to pet it.  I touched it briefly but then immediately pulled away.  There were iguanas everywhere!




We walked into town and it was so insanely  hot.  There was a guy selling fresh coconut water for $1, so I decided to buy one, since all my yoga friends drink it as a good source of hydration.  I DID NOT like it!  Yuck!



Tortuguero is where you should go if you want to see animals everywhere!  

























Yep, the spiders there were huge!!!  And they were everywhere....but all the bigs ones stayed outside. The attitude in Costa Rica is that everything is nature and you leave it alone, so thankfully, the spiders returned the favor and left us alone. There was this one kind of spider that we saw a lot that actually spun a web that looked golden when the sunlight hit it.  I chose to nickname them Rumpelstiltskin spiders.

It is the season for turtles to lay eggs in the sand.  They swim to shore, dig a hole in the sand, lay the eggs, cover the whole, and then head back to ocean.  60 days later, the baby turtles are born and head to the ocean.  Our first night there, we paid for an excursion to see the Green Turtles lay eggs.  We go late at night and wait somewhere away from the beach until one of the guides walking the beach find a turtle "in transition" and tells us we can go see now.  We have to wait until it's in transition because if we go earlier, it'll get scared and head back to the ocean without laying.  We also couldn't take any lights or cameras.  It was a neat experience.  Our guide told us that it has been egg laying season for a couple months now, so we could potentially also see baby turtles being born if we walk the beach early in the morning.  I wanted to see baby turtles, so the next morning I woke up at 4:45 AM and walked the beach by myself.  Sadly, I didn't see anything.  We only had one more night in Tortuguero, so I woke up again on 4:45 AM and walked the beach.  I had been told the day before to "follow the vultures."  The vultures look for baby turtles to be born and then pick them off on their way to the ocean.  I walked the beach for 1 1/2 hours before I saw some vultures flying over a certain area.  I continued to walk that way.  There were also 2 native women and their 2 dogs walking.  I think they were just out walking for fun and not necessarily for turtles.  They got a little ahead of me and then I realized they had stopped to look at something and were calling me over.  I ran to them hoping to see baby turtles surfacing from the sand.  Unfortunately, it wasn't baby turtles, but it was a mama turtle who had just gotten done burying and was now ready to head back to the ocean.  Unlike the previous night when it was dark and I wasn't allowed to take pictures, I had my camera ready....




Our last stop was a Caribbean town called Puerto Viejo.  In my mind, it was the epitome of a Caribbean town.  Very laid back.  Every restaurant was open and without walls.  People were friendly and rode bikes a lot.  The ocean was beautiful and just right there.  We also stayed in bungalows again.  Here is a picture of where we stayed.

It rained a little while we were there.  It was the rainy season, but we were lucky and had amazing weather most days.  When it did rain, I loved it!!  It was so hard and intense.


We went snorkeling and saw a ton of fish.  We also saw a sting ray, which was the most exciting thing we saw.  Thankfully, we didn't see any sharks.  That is a long standing fear of mine.











We went on a nature hike in the jungle.  Interestingly enough, all of their "hikes" weren't hikes at all.  It was just a flat walk through jungle.  If anyone from Costa Rica ever visited Utah and went on a "hike," they would be extremely surprised at the strain it would cause.  Our guide carried around a machete...you know...just in case. 


We saw a bunch of sloths (9 in total, I believe), monkeys, snakes, spiders, some wild cat looking thing that I can't remember the name of, bats, terminates, etc.  





We took a tour of a cacao bean farm.  Our tour guide made us hike up a huge hill during the tour.  I know I just mentioned how their versions of hikes are significantly different than our versions, but this was truly a hike.  Everyone kept saying, "The chocolate sample they give us better be worth this hike."  After stopping occasionally to learn about cacao beans, we eventually made it up the hill.  Sure enough, we got samples.  We actually treated it a lot like a wine sampling. He had chocolate samples from different farms nearby.  He had us smell the chocolate, listen closely as we broke it in half, and then taste it slowly while determining its unique flavor.  Interestingly, each chocolate tasted slightly different, even though they had the exact same amount of chocolate versus other ingredients. Something about the soil and nature factoring into the different farms.
Trevor Marble, Gennie Kyle, and myself 

Phil McCabe, Kelly McCabe,and Katie McCabe

He had us sample the different farms chocolate with different herbs and flavors.  It was interesting, but if I'm being honest, I prefer my milk chocolate and white chocolate that are mostly sugar.  This chocolate was pure chocolate and hadn't been sweetened by all the sugar and other ingredients that are added.  I learned that all the famous chocolate making countries (Switzerland, Belgium) don't actually grow the cacao bean themselves.  They can only grow near the equator.  Those countries just buy the beans and manufacture the chocolate we have come to know.  


For dinner, we walked down the street and found a fun little outdoor restaurant that had a fun vibe to it.  Our waitress was so friendly and we immediately loved her.  We ended up seeing her around every day we were there.  She joined us for beach days and everything.  Our friend Katie was so enthralled by our waitresses life, that we teased her that she had just found her life coach.  Katie couldn't order without our waitresses approval.  Katie wanted list of songs that the restaurant was playing, which our also songs the waitress loved.  Katie joked that she was going to follow our waitresses example, leave her country, and move to Costa Rica.
Gennie Kyle, Kelly McCabe, and myself
We of course had to get a picture with our waitress Sara.  We loved her!

The restaurant had a sign on the wall that said, "I heard you're a player.  Nice to meet you. I'm the coach."  My friends in Utah call me Coach, so I thought it would be fun to get a picture of the sign.  As I went up to take the picture, the owner said we should both be in it, and if I emailed it to her, she would hang it on the "wall of shame/fame," which was a wall with pictures of a lot of her customers.  I was so excited to make the wall of shame/fame!!


Our very last day there, we decided to have our final hours of beach time.


We ran into the bartender from our favorite restaurant, so we decided to body surf with him.  We were out riding the waves, and we were slowly drifting sideways from where we started.  All of the sudden, I got hit by a huge wave and went under.  I came back up and realized I couldn't touch.  I got hit again and went back under.  Each time I came up, I elongated my body in an attempt to touch.  I was confused because I was closer to shore than my friends, and they seemed to be touching just fine.  All that ran through my head was, "you can't touch anymore.  Just swim to shore," so I started swimming.  Each time another wave would come, I would briefly go under, and then swim again when I came up.  I finally reach some coral.  Finally, I could grab onto something for safety.  At the time, I thought that coral was a blessing.  I was WRONG!  The waves were still pushing me forward, so beyond my control, I washed up onto the coral.  I tried to stand up, and immediately collapsed.  It was so sharp and hurt so bad.  When I collapsed, another wave came and pushed me farther over the coral.  I was like a dirty rag getting washed on a wash board.  I was caught between two evils:  continue to let my body get dragged over the sharp coral?  or stand up and walk on the sharp coral?  Well, after much pain, I finally made my way to shore.  I had water up my nose, my ears were slightly ringing, and my toe hurt but was too covered in sand to see why.  I finally found my way back to our towels (remember we had drifted far away from where we entered) and sat down to regain composure.  I looked out at my friends who were still body surfing.  Within minutes, they decided to come back in but ran into the same dilemma I had just endured.  What was at one time a painful inconvenience was now a comedic scene to watch.  Katie had gotten washed up onto the coral and tried to stand up and immediately collapsed.  I watched her get washed over the coral, try to stand occasionally, and eventually make it to shore.  Gennie had used the coral as a guide to keep swimming sideways until she eventually got around it.  Kelly and Diego (bartender) were stranded and standing on a soft spot of the coral.  They were looking around trying to figure out what to do.  I probably shouldn't laugh at them, especially since I knew the pain they were feeling, but I couldn't help but chuckle.  As they made their way over, everyone having pained and confused looks on their faces, we all just started to laugh.  How pathetic we must have looked.  The theme of our whole vacation was brought to life by this one experience:  RESPECTADO THE CORAL! 

Me, Diego, and Katie

We headed to the capital of San Jose for our final night.  We arrived close to bedtime and were all exhausted.  We had a very early morning full of flights to look forward to.  We walked into our room and felt like we were in heaven.  We each had our own bed, A/C, and a TV.  We hadn't had a TV all week.  Even though all the channels were in Spanish, I laid on my bed and stared at the TV.  It was such a relief to have all my first world luxuries again.  That night, Katie called me into her room and asked if I had coral slivers.  I knew my toes hurt but never looked why.  Sure enough, we both had coral slivers all over our feet.  Genny got a little too much pleasure from trying to pry them out with needles and tweezers.  They quickly learned that I am a screamer!  All those coral slivers ended up taking over 1 week to finally get out of  mine and Katie's feet.  We were reminded again to respect ado the coral!

Happy List:
-"This juice is meaty" and "This water is hearty." --Katie McCabe
-"Let me touch you.  I'll make it worth your time." --Gennie to the iguana
-"Take it to the volcano." --Holly
-Katie finding her "life coach" in a 20 year old Portuguese nomad
-Allen (hipline tour guide) changing his shirt and Katie saying, "is this part of the show?"
-Holly's Xena princess warrior cry while doing the monkey drop
-Gennie having trouble getting out of the hammock and being made fun of by Holly.  Moments later, Holly was lying in the hammock, saw a spider, and Gennie had to pull her out.
-Gennie posing in her jungle bathing suit at the pool near the waterfall and shrubbery.
-Underwater pool pictures and Katie only getting shots of Trevor's chest
-The insanely fast watersides
-Getting beached while white water rafting and having our guide hop out to pull us off the rocks
-Holly getting pulled down the river by the current and having to be rescued by the our guide
-"spread your legs" while zip lining
-Katie saying, "This zip line is so high up that I need a lit of topics to think about during the long fall to my death."
-Trevor eating the magic fruit
-"The Swedish boys can fruit your womb." Holly to Gennie
-Holly making the wall of shame at dinner in Puerto Viejo
-After we ordered our food, our waitress rode off on a bicycle
-Yoga master helping Gennie do the pose where you raise your whole body except your shoulders off the ground and Gennie thinking, "You're gonna let go of my body and I'm going to break my neck."
-Katie, "there's a spider!"  Holly, "where?!" as she moves away.  Katie, "no, just floating." And then we all ran from the mysterious spider floating through the air.
-Chocolate tour guide, "It has a mucilaginous exterior which is fancy for slime," right as Gennnie is putting the cacao pod in her mouth and spits it out.
-"this guacamole tastes like a hamburger smells."  Trevor
-Our barman Diego climbing a coconut tree
-The zombie maracas player and his grin when he saw the van with people smoking pot
-Kelly's and Katie's baboon butts from getting sunburned
-Gennie building a sand boyfriend, "if you build him, he will come" and it getting washed away twice on two different beaches.
-Zombie maracas player goes bend the fence briefly and comes back with a big smile on his face while zipping up his pants.  Nothing like a quick pee in between songs
-the beach grand finale:  wave surfing the monstrous waves when Holly got hit hard and couldn't touch anymore.  As she's swimming to shore, Katie asks Gennie, "is Holly ok?  She doesn't look ok."  Gennie, "she's fine" and keeps playing in the waves.  Holly gets washed up onto the killer coral and is thrown around like a dirty rag on a wash board.  After painfully making her way to shore, she witnesses the other go through the exact same ordeal.  Katie gets washed up onto the killer coral.  Gennie is smart enough to swim around it, and Kelly gets saved by Diego the barman.  Respectado the Coral
-The killer coral slivers up through out the night.
-the German woman pissing Kelly off on the chocolate tour.
-woman walking up the huge hill on during the chocolate tour and the guide asking, "are you hurt?" judging by the way she was walking.  Woman's response, "no, I just got bit by something and now my muscles in my leg are seizing up.  I"m just going to take an antihistemine," as if it's an everyday occurrence.
-Gennie getting pleasure from removing the killer coral slivers from Katie's and Holly's feet.
-Our jungle tour guide leading us on the trail and then starts walking out into the ocean.  We all stand on shore thinking, "are we supposed to follow him?"  Sure enough, that was the way to get to the other side of the trail.

Green turtle going to sea

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

My middle-aged birthday

I remember when I was in high school, I considered the 30's to be middle-aged, so I guess according to my own logic and calculations, I have been middle-aged for 3 years.  I have always been one in the past to throw my own birthday parties.  I never relied on anyone else to worry about my birthday because honestly who has time for that.  The past 2 years I just haven't had the desire or energy to really throw a party.  I just stopped caring...I guess that middle-aged laziness is kicking in. So to be honest, I had very low expectations for my birthday.  I have always believed that God shows his tender mercies through the love of others, and I was reminded of that this year.

My mom wanted to go to dinner and Monday night worked best for her, so I invited my sister Shantell and a couple of our friends: Mackenzie and Emily.  My mom also brought her roommate Maryanne.  I invited my good friend Jen from work, and I also invited a co-worker visiting our center for the week.  Her name was Brenda and she was fantastic.  I chose Thai food because I absolutely love Thai food.  My mom bought me a camping chair recliner because if I ever choose to camp, I will require to be cozy and comfortable (an air mattress was a previous gift from a previous year, all in the name of comfort).  Emily got me a Zupas gift card and 2 CD's of comedians I love.  Shantell gave me a Bo Jackson book (I may have had a small obsession as a little girl), a new beach towel, and a shower curtain of the world map.  The last one is probably the most peculiar, but it was on my list.  Why not get more education of our great earth while in the bathroom?  It just makes sense!  We had a great night with a lot of laughs and conversation!  Birthday week starting off good!


Mom, Me, Jen, Shantell, Mackenzie, Emily, Brenda, MaryAnne


Tuesday night my roommates and I went out for Nelson's Frozen Custard, which is my new sweet tooth obsession!  I was very grateful to my roommate Aubrey who arranged the night of roommate bonding!  It was so thoughtful of her to arrange.   I couldn't help but think how much I appreciate my roommates and enjoy the moments we all get together, which are too few.

My team was great and decorated my desk and brought cake.  I love my team!  I also went to lunch with my old boss Deanna Ferdig and my old TL co-workers Lydia Christiansen and Cathy Clark.  We all used to work in the same department together and I have such fond memories with them, so it felt good to all go to lunch together again. 




About 1 1/2 weeks prior to my bday, my good friend Jen Erekson had asked me if I had plans on my bday.  I told her I didn't, so she suggested we do dinner.  In that moment, I felt grateful that she even remembered my birthday and wanted to do something on the actual day, which at the time was completely free.  Being the chronic inviter that I am, I invited some of my closest friends through the years.  My friends and I arrived at the restaurant around the same time, so we chatted by the doors.  I just assumed Jen was fashionably late.  After a couple minutes of talking, Jen comes walking from inside the restaurant saying we already had a table.  I go walking up to the table and see our other work friend Lydia sitting there.  Turns out Jen had planned a surprise dinner for me with some of my closest work friends, but unfortunately, all but Lydia either weren't able to make it or had something come up last minute.  Our other friend Leticia also stopped by for a bit.  Here comes the cheesiness:  my heard felt immediately overwhelmed with gratitude for how considerate and thoughtful it was for Jen to plan something for me.  We all have a lot on our plates, and our efforts are usually spent taking care of our own lives and agendas, so for her to plan a surprise really touched me.  We had a great dinner and I laughed harder than I had in a long time.  Most people there were from different time periods in my life and didn't necessarily know each other, but everyone got along great!  

My friend Kira McDonald drove up from Provo.  She has been my friend for around 9 years.  My friends Kelli and Matt came.  Kelli was my first friend when I moved to Salt Lake 7 years ago.  Angela Hanks also came.  She is one of my good friends from my Sugarhouse singles ward and have been friends for 5 years.   Lydia and Jen are both friends from work and have been around for 3-4 years. 

The first thing I did when I got home that night was kneel down by my bed and say a prayer of gratitude for all the great people in my life and for how thoughtful Jen was.  This blog does not fully express how touched I was by her effort to go out of her way to plan a surprise for me.  Anytime I feel down or lonely, I hope to remember this day and remember those people how have shown love and care. 
Matt, Kelli, Angela, Jen, Lydia, myself, Kira


Lydia, Jen, and myself
Another friend of mine Kristi McMurtrey from my most recent single's ward mentioned that we should do dinner with our friends and she would be happy to plan and arrange it.  I was grateful that she was willing to take on the task of arranging it because I honestly didn't have the desire or energy to.  She was so great!  She invited a lot of mutual friends, arranged the dinners plans, and then had everyone over for cake afterward.  Our friend Elisa Barber, who is a phenomenal baker, baked the cake!  It was relish!

My sister Shantell was able to attend this dinner also.  One of our favorite comedians Anjelah Johnson has a skit where she talks about her dad giving her and her siblings the same birthday gift each year:  A box of cereal.  He wraps it in the coupon section of the newspaper so sometimes holes would be missing.  She jokes that her mom would try to make a game out of it, "It's something 'flakes.' Maybe corn flakes.  Maybe rice flakes.  Maybe frosted flakes.  It's a surprise!"  As a joke, my sister wrapped me a box of cereal with only the word "flakes" showing!  I thought it was super clever and hilarious!  She's a funny one!


It was Frosted Flakes...for all you inquiring minds. ;)


The past 2 years, instead of throwing a party for myself, I just take a trip.  2 years ago we did a Mediterranean cruise.  Last year we did a New Orleans trip.  I am doing a trip again this year, but not with the same group of friends from the previous two years, so we decided to do breakfast instead.  Love my travel buddies!
Michele Squires, myself, Lauren Waltman, Lisa Mace, Heather Hamblin, Jane Sheffield
I guess 33 isn't so bad after all.  All the amazing people in my life reminded me once again that I am surrounded by thoughtful, caring people that make life more enriching.  Happiness is found in the service of others and now it is my turn to pay if forward.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

When country comes to town!

 Shantell got us free tickets to see JoDee Messina tonight at the Salt Lake County Fair.  Now I'll admit that despite considering myself somewhat of a country girl at heart, I have not kept up on the latest country music, but JoDee Messina became big when I was country through and through.  Confession time:  one summer in between semesters at college, I had one day where I watched 12 hours straight of CMT (Country Music Television).  Yep, don't judge.

I wanted to get much closer to the stage.  I like to see people's faces.  JoDee sure was an engaging entertainer.  She told stories of what was going on in her life that inspired songs.  She told jokes.  She danced around on the stage and was full of energy.  I LOVED IT!!


Her opening act's name was Dylan Scott.  Never heard of him.  Only thing I could tell from our seats was that he had nice arms.  After he performed, he went out to a table and took pictures and signed autographs with as many people as wanted to.  I didn't feel like standing in the line but wanted to try to sneak a picture of him.  At this point it was dark and all the pictures were blurry and had people in the way.  This drunk lady next to me kept saying, "you want a picture of him?  Here, give me your phone and I'll take it for you."  I politely declined and said that it was ok.  She persisted 3-4 times and each time I declined.  She said, "why are you girls being so stubborn?"  Let's be honest.  We've all had experiences when some intoxicated tries to take a picture for us.  Either we are blurry or our heads gets cut off.  Plus, she was so persistent that it was suspicious and I didn't want her to run off with my phone.  LOL

Finally, she gave up on me and went for Shantell's phone.  Shantell wasn't as defensive as I was and let her take her phone.  This lady just goes walking up in front of everyone and starts snapping pictures.  When one of the security guards turned to her, she simply gave him a drunken hug with her left hand and snapped a photo with her right hand.  Amused, I asked the younger girl standing next to me if that was her mom.  She said, "no, that's my aunt.  She helps manage Dylan."  We laughed as I said, "well that explains why she is so persistent."  But she came back with an amazing picture of this hottie....

Can I get a WOWZA!!!!  I'll take an order of him please!


We also wanted to get a photo of the persistent manager.  What a great publicist.  She is the blonde on the left.


Such a fun night full of music I love!  JoDee Messina was fantastic!  And her opener was very easy on the eyes.


















Tuesday, August 5, 2014

40 lbs in 12 months

Alright y'all.  Since I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who reads this blog, I am going to brag a bit about some weight loss progress.  This is my blog and I'll brag if I want to. I have always considered myself on the chub side.  Insecure at it's finest.  Even in high school when I played 3 sports, rode my bike everywhere, and was extremely active, I had some baby fat that just didn't want to go away.  Now before you get all excited and think my next sentence will contain the words, "and it all fell off," I'll stop you and say that I still have my fair share of "baby fat" or "big boned" or whatever excuse of a phrase the world inserts.

So now back to my younger years.  Man was I insecure.  Still am, but that's besides the point.  Who else mastered the shirt change in gym class when you would pull your arms out of your original shirt, insert them into your gym shirt, and then quick as a ninja whip the gym shirt over your head while the original shirt fell to the floor?  If they could give a black belt in that, I would be the sensei!  

I competed 1 year of track in college.  I have never been so in shape.  To this day, one of the best compliments I have received about my body was when my roommate said to me, "you have really nice arms."  I could tell she was genuine, and as a thrower in track, weights was a big part of my daily workout.  Even then, I was so insecure.  I also played on the university's club volleyball team. I remember the first match we had and I had to wear spandex shorts.  I was scared to death to be seen in public.  I played volleyball in high school, but I was from small town Nephi and only the bigger schools wore spandex shorts.  We just wore shorter gym shorts.  My roommates had a hay day with the fact that I was so scared.  They took this picture as they kept coaxing me into posing sexy.  I won't post the sexy pic, but I'll post the following pic.  

You'll have to excuse the photo of a photo.  This was way before social media and Facebook, so it's a picture from my college scrapbook.  Not sure why I have orange antennas coming out of my head, though.  Who else was always told the following quote but never thought you'd believe it?

Hopefully it's apparent by now how important sports have always been to me.  They were my escape whenever life got hard.  Whenever I felt like I was inadequate in all aspects of my life, I always felt confident while playing sports.  I may not have been the superstar on all the teams I played on, but I could hold my own against any opponent placed in front of me.  As goes the story for everyone in life, as I got older, I got more out of shape.  I still play on a Thursday night basketball league, but I had gotten so out of shape, that I would actually hope the other team would forfeit so we didn't have to play.  Never in my life have I not wanted to play sports.  When I lived in Provo, we had a sports court and a sand volleyball court right outside my apartment.  Every chance I got, I was outside playing something with someone.  I didn't even care who.  On a court, I could become friends with anyone...or enemies, if they were beating me. ;)  Just kidding, I'm very competitive but surprisingly pleasant as an opponent.  

It was a wake up call for me when I got to the point of not wanting to play out of embarrassment that I couldn't make it up and down the court like I wanted to.  I started to diet.  I know, I know, it's not a diet it's a lifestyle change.  Call it what you will, it doesn't change the reality that you're dieting.  I started to limit my fatty foods and carbs and ate more vegetables and lean protein.  As I started to lose weight, people would ask me, "what are you doing?  Tell me how you are losing weight?"  As I would share with them my meals (basically the food pyramid), I could see the lack of allure in their eyes.  It's funny how we always expect something magical and life changing, when really it's all about consistent healthy choices.  It's been about a year now, and it has been a roller coaster.  I have my fair share of cheats.  I'm not where I wanted to be when I started eating healthier, but I'm still very happy and feel very blessed where I am at.  The first week I started eating healthier, I played nearly the whole basketball game and scored over 20 points.  My teammates jokingly asked, "Wow, what did you put in your wheaties?"  With a big grin on my face, I replied, "It's cuz I'm dieting."

Now I will be the first to admit, I'm not a fitness pep talker, and I don't want this to come across that way.  There are a million people you can follow on every social media site if you want a motivational speech.  I am simply sharing my progress for my own sake.  Still battling those insecurities, if you will.


So here is the moment of magic......12 months and 40 pounds later:



















The picture on the left was at my Sister's birthday party in May 2013.  The picture on the right is at the same sister's birthday party in 2014.  Don't mind that one-eye-Ry is covering some fat and I'm wearing the most slimming color, the difference is still very noticeable.  Here's to a lifetime of dieting...or healthy eating...or a lifestyle change...whatever you want to call it.  I'm grateful to be where I'm at!

Saturday, August 2, 2014

The most important "like" is my own

I will be the first to admit that I absolutely love social media.  I'm an addict.  I'm addicted to Instagram, FaceBook, Snapchat, and anything else I let myself start on.  I have always known I have an addictive personality, which is why I limit what I start.

I have been thinking a lot about how much I depend on them to feel connected to people or to feel good about my life.  It's almost like I gauge my self worth based on how many "likes" I get.  Every time I do something I consider semi-fun, I post it, as if to show the world that I actually have a life.  And I do have a life.  I have a great life, but I want to go back to a time when I didn't need other people to also know and "like" my life.  I kid myself into thinking that I post so much on social media so I can have some sort of history of my life for my kids and future generations, and honestly, that's why I started on Facebook.  I have never been good at journaling, even on my mission, where I had some of the most sacred and amazing experiences and personal growth.  I have always loved pictures, and I pride myself on the fact that despite not writing in my journal on my mission much, I finished my mission scrapbook.  Pictures have always been easier for me to document.

I don't like how much I rely on social media.  I don't like what it's become for me.  I enjoy seeing other people's stuff and memories, so I will continue to frequent the sites.  I like commenting on people's pictures.  I like seeing what they have been up to, but I can't continue to care so much about whether people like my stuff.  

I have decided to find a happy  medium.  I will still document my life for people to follow, but I will do it more through my blog.  I will not advertise that I added a new post like I used to.  I want to get back to why I started social media in the first place:  to document my life for my future posterity.  So that is what I am doing.  Back to basics.  More posts to come.  There may not be anyone who reads this, but I will have it for me.