My life long dreams

So anyone who knows me (all 2 people that read this blog *hi Mom!*) know that I have struggled with my weight. Throughout school, college, the first move (really bad) and now this one. My brother on the other hand, can't gain weight to save his life.

In high school, we used to make our lunches in the morning while my mom loungfully (if that isn't a word, it should be) laid in bed (ok, that isn't true, but I am not sure what she was doing though). My tall thin brother would make (and I kid you not) 2 regular full fat bologna sandwiches with full fat cheese and full fat mayo on whiter than white bread, cookies, chips, and regular pop (soda to those on the east coast). Me, the vertically challenged one, I would pack a half of a leaf of lettuce, half cherry tomato, and water. I was always the fluffier one of the two of us. I am sure that him playing basketball all the time and me getting my exercise by grapevining in choir had nothing to do with it but whateva.

I started working out in college (of course it was right before the wedding) and really fell in love with it. Not running at this point but the sitting down exercises....the bike.....sit-ups....the massages afterwards. You know, the strenuous stuff. Then I moved...

Now I am not blaming anyone for be gaining 50 pounds (and unfortunately that isn't a lie) but when we moved to MA, it was very hard for me. I didn't have a job, I was so scared to go out for runs (and again, didn't love it yet) and we couldn't afford a gym. Eventually I got it under control and then WHAM! we move again. Only this time, I seriously love working out. My absolutely favorite activity is boxing. Now, I am not talking about girly sissy kick boxing. I mean give me the huge a$$ gloves with a bag in front of me and let me at it. I found this love when I was at the gym in MA. It is funny because I don't' feel that I could ever seriously punch anyone in real life. Actually that is not true. The only person I could ever punch with my fu, -er - half strength was my brother.

Why? What did he ever do?

He was the only one I knew I wouldn't ever hurt :-) That and I really haven't had the opportunity to hit anyone else. I do hope that all the practice I have had would come in handy if I ever were attacked (although if I am running, see the post below).

Anyway, my whole life I always feel like I have been a step below D and I just have to say. One of these days I am going to be able to run farther, do more push-ups, and hell, even play basketball better than him. I may have to wait until he is 75 and all arthritic but it will happen....one day dude, I will do it.

So thanks for the motivation to keep going and not gain another 50 ;-) Lord knows I need to lose the first 50 ;-)