Monday, July 25, 2016

My most popular post & our weekend

Hitting publish on last week's Fat Shaming Post was terrifying but I can honestly say I feel overwhelmed by all the love and support I received.

The post was my most-read blog post since I started this site three-and-a-half years ago. It was among the hardest posts to write (similar to announcing my separation, what I learned from my divorce one year later and will I be a mom again?.) It's tough to share everything but sometimes it is necessary.

There is so much good in this world and it is important to focus on that. The most popular response I received was one of shock: Shock that women would body shame another woman.  Then, anger. The truth is, I'm not angry anymore. I was but it isn't worth it anymore. My post wasn't for them. I wanted to share what happened to me as a reminder to others. It is easy to be kind. It is easy to smile. It is easy to be a bucket filler. 

I was shocked by the amount of others this has happened to. If you haven't already read Michelle's post I suggest checking it out. There's also, Coach Suz's posts about turning negative triggers into positive catalysts.

This whole experience just reaffirmed It's so important to surround yourself with positive, kind, inspiration people who will lift you up when you're feeling down. If you're reading this, thank you. 

Thank you for being in my corner. 

Moving on, I had a great weekend with London! I didn't get a chance to write a summer bucket-list but, if I had one, I would say we're checking off a lot of items. 

I took the day off Friday and it was busy. London helped me pick out, carry, and install new patio stones. We also got a new lawn mower which, after blowing the breaker, I finally got to use.

We also picked up a new kiddie swimming pool and installed some new patio lights. We spent a lot of time outside as the weather was gorgeous.

Friday night, I had a date night (after London went to bed) and since we were stuck at my place we played games and drank wine. It was pretty awesome.

Saturday, I had to go to work for two hours in the morning. London was a trooper and watched a movie beside me.  We spent the afternoon playing at the park and then he fell asleep while June and I did a 5K run. We cooled off at the new ice rink and then went for supper.

June came over, after he went to bed, and we had fun drinking wine and eating snacks. Girl time is the best.

Sunday, we finally got to go strawberry picking. The guy warned us there weren't a lot out there, right now, but we easily filled up half a bucket in about 30 minutes. I definitely want to head back when there are more and even check out the raspberries as well.

We saw a movie, in the afternoon, and then went to his dad's house for supper. Before supper though, he surprised London with a kitten!! London is afraid of all animals so we're hoping this will help him become more comfortable around them. So far, so good.

Meet Simba.

I spent Sunday night chatting with June and drinking wine (there's a common theme this weekend haha!) This time, it was from the comfort of our own homes though.

Also, I posted this photo below on FB and apparently putting ice cubes in wine is crazy?! Who knew? I love it haha!

How was your weekend?
Have you ever been strawberry picking?
Do you put ice cubes in your wine?

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

When someone calls you fat: Bucket Fillers versus Bucket Dippers

I can remember the first time someone called me fat. It was elementary school and this bully told me I was a whale. He also told me my new bangs made me look like I had cancer so clearly he didn't know what he was talking about. Of course, I cried about it for days. I think I was mostly upset because I had a crush on him. Thankfully, that never worked out.
I can remember the first time someone referred to me as "fat" as an adult.
It was two months ago at the BMO Vancouver Marathon
I was having a tough race that day. Not only had I dropped down to the half, because my injury had cut into my training, but I had also taken a nasty spill on the course and was bleeding from my forearm and hand. 

I was also struggling with body image. 

A few months prior, I began to gain weight at a rapid pace. No one knew why and, despite my best efforts, nothing seemed to be able to stop it.
So, I ran the BMO Vancouver Marathon twenty-five pounds heavier than I normally am.

None of my running clothes fit anymore so I made my mom take me to Walmart to buy a new pair of shorts. When they tell you not to wear new clothes on race day they mean it. I picked up a cheap (17 dollars) pair of Walmart-brand biking shorts and figured they would be okay.
They were awful.
I spent the entire race pulling them down. They slipped under my belly and they rode up over my thighs. I failed to apply any body glide and my thighs were chaffing so badly they were bleeding.
I just wanted the race to be over.
That's when I saw it.  A giant sign a girl was holding that said "Chafing The Dream."

I put my head down and tried to pick up my speed a little. She was standing with a group of people and I didn't want to draw any attention to myself but I felt like I had a giant spotlight on me. I was wearing headphones but wasn't listening to music at the time. Of course, they didn't know that.
"Sarah, perfect sign for that girl!"

"oh my god, look at her fat thighs."

"Let the thunder thighs roll."

They dissolved into hysterical laughter and I could feel the tears burning in my eyes. I was happy I remembered to throw on my sunglasses that day.
It made a tough day even tougher.
I spent weeks thinking about what they said. I even lied about the pictures that were taken that day, by on-course photographers, and said they only grabbed one of me. They didn't. I just couldn't look at the rest because all I could hear were those comments and all I could see were the horrible things they said about me. 
A part of me wished I would have gone back and said something; held my head high and felt proud for what I was accomplishing rather than embarrassed for the way someone was trying to make me feel. 
Now, I look back and I just feel sad for those people.
I'll never know why they felt the need to make fun of me. I'm a tough cookie though. It won't change the way I am, the way I treat others or how I feel about myself in the long run. But, that may not be the case for someone else who was mocked that day or in the future. 
At my son's daycare, they teach them the difference between Bucket Fillers and Bucket Dippers.
Bucket Fillers: fill people's bucket with kindness. They say and do nice things.
Bucket Dippers: take away people's happiness. They're bullies. They don't share, they hit and they make other's feel bad about themselves.
So, to the group of bucket dippers who felt the need to make fun of me that day.
I love my thunder thighs. They're strong enough to help me run marathons.

I love my imperfect belly. It grew a beautiful baby boy and has the scars to prove it.

I love my hips and the way they stick out the perfect amount to accommodate my growing toddler who always wants mama cuddles 

And, yes, I won't wear new cheap shorts to run a half marathon every again.

I am beautiful. I am strong. I am a bucket-filler.

Monday, July 18, 2016

A Little Bit Of Everything

So, hi there. I guess it's been a few days since I last checked in. I skipped out on some of my favourite weekly posts and took a much-needed blogging break.

I took Thursday and Friday off work so I could write my personal trainer certification exam. I took the course a few weeks ago and, with Melissa moving away, didn't focus on studying as much as I should have! The three hour exam was Friday and I PASSED!!! It was as hard as I thought it would be but I'm glad I took Thursday and Friday off so I could have a cram session. Now, I just have to do my practical exam and I'll be a PT! 

My next goal is to certify as a Marathon coach. I registered, and got all the materials, but it's on the back burner until I pass all the components of my PT exam. My exam is in September so I have some time before I have to really start studying. I definitely can not leave this one to the last minute. That's too stressful!

Work has been going good but it's been busy. With summer holidays, it seems like we are always down at least once person every week. We have a small staff to begin with so it means more work but at least the days fly by. 

I started working part-time at Orange Theory Fitness! I officially got hired and Saturday was my first day working in their preview centre. The facility doesn't open until late September/early October but I'm helping with membership sales in the meantime. 

They have try-outs for coaches/personal trainers next month and September so I'm hoping to make the cut. It's exactly what I imagined myself doing when I started to think about a part-time job in the fitness industry.

I don't want to talk about running because I'm not sure what to say. If you've noticed a lack of running/working out photos on here or my IG page it's because it hasn't really been happening. I am still experiencing some pain in my leg (Posterial Tibilia Tendon Dysfunction) and the recovery hasn't been as quick as my Physiotherapist and I first thought. I did finally run Saturday (2.5 miles) and it felt okay.  I've learned not to rush injuries but it's easier said than done.

London threw out the first pitch at a local baseball game yesterday. He was so excited and did so well! 

I was one proud mama! It's amazing how the littlest things make kids so happy.
I'm off to see FloRida tonight! Some girlfriends and I got tickets to his concert and one of my old friends is actually opening for him. It should be a fun night!! 

What was the highlight of your weekend?