Thursday, April 23, 2009

Flashback Friday: The new skill of shushing (with updates)

Ironically enough, I am not a big fan of Bjork. Well, maybe I haven't heard the right music.


I am not sure how Mr. Hall figured it out, but he did. After all, he is quite handsome and gainfully employed. Plus, he is very charming and self assured. And so nice. He had his pick of thousand girls. Yet, he choose me with singular purpose. He figured out who I was before I did.

When he met me, I wore my hair like Bjork, was about 180 pounds and required a lot of care. Let me tell you the level of care I once required. Lord help me, here goes.

When we were dating I would visit his house on the weekend. I would bring my dishes. My dishes people.

So he could put them in his dishwasher.

Despite the fact that I had a communal kitchen across from my dorm room.

It boggles the mind, this event. It boggles my mind because it made perfect sense to me at the time. And he saw this, that it made sense to me. And he didn't run for the hills. He saw that I was capable of much more than I was. And for the most part, he didn't say much about who I was or how I operated. Well, except for the hair.

"Babe," he said, "the tail pipes gotta go, they are not attractive."

He also suggested there just might be a better way to eat. Exercise might be something I could do once in a while. He was gentle about it. Never pushy, never mean. Just gentle suggestions once in a while. Suggestions that we could be different, we didn't have to get fat like everyone else in this state. And I fought it like a cat trapped in a cardboard box.

But, that was ten years ago. My overall healthiness has waxed and waned. I have been getting better all along, with a few set backs here and there. A few weeks ago, I figured out what has been holding me back from permanent change.

My thinking. My inner voice. My own talk.

Again, I can over think things to the point where I can't move. Paralyzed by my own voice.

So, on Sunday, I learned how to shut the hell up.

When I had the chance I bolted for the gym. I worked it like no other. All that yoga has prepped me for pushing beyond my comfort zone. I was prepared to ignore and extinguish the tiny doubting voices, the murmurs of self consciousness and the blathering on of freight.

I can honestly say, don't believe everything you think or feel.

The tailpipes, I must agree, were not attractive :)

Me and the wee pancake :)


By the way, reached my goal weight last week

BOO-YA!!


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Heff said...

Congrats on the goal weight. Hey, as long as you don't DRESS like Bjork, you're alright with me.

B.E. Earl said...

I was a big fan of Bjork for about a year in the late 80's when she was with the Sugarcubes. I'll still say that "Life's Too Good" is a great album. She made these weird growly sounds that sent shivers through my teenaged, um, heart. Yeah...heart. ;)

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

Heff: Yes, I dress quite nicely, in fact, will be posting a pic of my new fancy work clothes :)

Earl: Yes, she has incredable bocals, Yeah heart!! indeed. :)

Holly said...

Considering I just found you yesterday and considering even more my post from yesterday, I can only tell you how completely happy I am for you in this accomplishment and I say, You Rock, Girl! Now, let's see if I can do the same! Wish me luck, I'm going in!

Oh, and that comment about the cat in the cardboard box? Yeah, I'll be laughing about that for the next hour or two.

Congrats Ms. Holly!

Big Pissy said...

CONGRATS on reaching the weight loss goal! Great! :)

"tailpipes" hee hee!

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

Holly: COME ON IN THE WATER'S FINE!!! I use weight watchers by the way :)

Pissy: Tail pipes!!! :)

Slyde said...

i honestly cant stand bjork... i dont think i could stand ANYONE who's name rhymes with "pork"..

and yeah, i'm looking at you, "Snork"...

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

Slyde: Actually, it ryhmes with yerk, or werk. and I'm looking at you!! nerk, lerk!!

Journey Wildly said...

Okay, have I lost it?

You posted this before, right?

Either way, congratulations on shushing your inner critic. If she's anything like mine, we need to get them together, grab some duct tape and go nuts.

TGIF, right Mrs?

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

Cam: Yes, duct tape is in high order!!! TGIF!!

Ole Blue The Heretic said...

Being in good physical condition brings confidence to the mind.

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

Hey there Ole Blue: True words there, true words!

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