Reflection

Sometimes I think this blog should be called "Bride VS Food and Herself and Others and also some bitching when I feel like it."... mostly because I have decidedly opted to talk about much more than food. Today, I would like to talk about something in my past, that I had have held onto for years. Here goes.

As a theatre major in college, after an audition, one generally goes to the director to get feedback after the audition. I have no recollection of what this audition was for or what part I wanted, but I do remember this. The professor I sat down with explained to me that he was not thrilled with the idea of casting me because I was beginning to get what he called "Puffy". At the time, I was completely appalled at what he was saying. "Puffy, he called me PUFFY". I remember telling people that, incredibly pissed off.

But why was I so mad? I mean, thinking back, he was right. I was on a slippery slope to fatness and he was just trying to warn me. I was too immature to realize that at the time. It was much easier to be angry, call him a pig and loathe him for the rest of my days in college.

The funny thing is, I think I was only getting to be about 135-140 pounds at the time. This is a weight I would kill for today. The reason he thought I was "puffy" was that I had started out at that school as a very, very tiny Dani. I think when I entered college I was probably 115-120 easy. How did I put on all that weight over time? Well you know how college is, drinking and partying all the time. Especially us theatre majors. I know we may seem like major dorks, but come to a party and you will be shocked at how many beers we can get down during a game of flip cup.

Now as I sit here, 149 pounds (I lost one more since my last complaining blog!), I think to myself, why didn't I do this life change then? I have no answers, but I can say that I am 100% grateful that I have made so many changes as of late. And I suppose I am now less angry at my professor for calling me puffy. I am more thankful that he tried and only wish I had listened then.

Today, Rosa and I jogged about 4 laps around the park we go to. That is HUGE for me. I am not a runner by any stretch of the imagination, but I really put my all into it today and couldn't be prouder. We did at least 100 sit ups each and some push ups to boot. And you know what's amazing? It feels GOOD to work out now. Before I would have hated to do any of the things I listed above, but now it's fun! We have a good time and I couldn't be happier that I am making these changes, even it if it takes months to get all the weight off. If anyone is reading this and thinking they hate the gym or working out in general, trust me, if I can do it, you can do it! I am the president of the lazy ass club, after all, I should know.