Workout Queen

After a nearly 6 month hiatus, I have finally gone back to regular gym attendance. I first stopped going because my mom was worried lifting weights was going to make my wedding dress not fit. (Although I think that problem was more due to the difference in bras. Sports bras and padded bras are not equal.) Then I didn't go all summer because a) Kevin was still in bed, so I didn't think it was fair for me to have to be up when he wasn't, and b) I liked to hang out with him more than I liked to go to the gym. Now Kevin is back in school, so both of my excuses are eliminated, so I am renewing my resolve to be a healthy person.

I like to work out and I love the feeling afterwards, but I have no patience when it comes to the gym. I feel like a weakling compared to the other people on the treadmill who are running, while I am on the verge of an asthma attack and heart attack going at a brisk walk. Apparently walking up and down that massive hill at BYU did keep me in shape, because I was able to do a lot more in the gym while I was still in school. The weights also frustrate me, as I feel silly getting on the machines after a big buff man and adjusting the weight down 100 pounds.

This is a lot like how I feel about life. I feel like I should be able to do everything I want to now, but life doesn't work that way, and most of the time, we don't have the time to do everything that we want to. I just need to develop patience, and be happy in the journey and the progress I am making towards my goals. As long as I am moving forward, I want to be happy. Getting upset when I am not able to do one 100 pushups (I can barely do 10, if that.) is not going to make pushups any easier. Having that attitude seems to be easier said and done, but that is what I want to work towards most right now. Plus, I want to keep going to the gym. It keeps me from hitting a brick wall at 3, even when I am in the midst of a shift at work.

Peaches and Pears

Last weekend, Kevin and I went up to Kamas to visit my parents. Kevin and my dad mainly played (they went shooting and looking for deer), but my mom and I had lots of work to do. My mom had mentioned to me that she wanted to teach me how to can, since she was never able to do that while I was growing up (I was always at the barn helping my dad). She had already canned most of the tomatoes and other vegetables, but I wanted to can some peaches and pears for my lunches. She agreed, so we spent our Saturday bottling fruit.

In the process, I found that I strongly dislike the feeling of pear and peach juice running down my arms. I think I drove my mom crazy washing my hands and arms so much. By the end of the day I had 28 pints of fruit, plus my mom had 6 quarts of peaches, to show for our work.

RIP Firemouth

Yesterday one of our cichlids died. I was surprisingly concerned about his well-being, considering how I feel about fish, but this fish seemed to have personality, or better yet, an attitude. He was a firemouth cichlid, and had red around his mouth, which was very angular, giving him the appearance of a very cocky, ticked-off fish. He liked to pick fights, and Kevin things that was how he met his demise. Poor guy. I guess it goes to show that you should play nice with the other fish in the tank. We plan to buy another one, which will be smaller this time, so hopefully it won't pick fights. Hopefully no more die in the near future because I am getting attached to them in a way that I never knew was possible with a fish.

First Young Women’s Lesson

Last Sunday I had the opportunity to teach my first ever lesson in church. Usually we only have 3-4 girls each Sunday, but apparently they all decided to come out of inactivity this week, so there were probably eight or so girls there. Seeing that many girls kind of made me a little bit nervous, since I was only expected the usual 3-4, but it was good because one of the less-active girls answered all of the questions. It was definitely not the best lesson ever taught in church, but I think I did okay for my first time. Hopefully, as I teach more I can be less nervous, talk slower, and teach by the Spirit more, but I know that will take practice.

Football Season is Here Again

Once again I bought season tickets for BYU football. This is the eighth year that I have had tickets, and it keeps getting harder and harder to go, but I hope I can still go because I love BYU football.

Kevin was unable to go with me because he had to work, so I took my former roommate, Bethany, with me. We went to games for a few years when I was in school and in the pre-Kevin days. It was fun to watch the game together, plus it was good to get out and see one of my good friends since I hardly ever get to do that; mostly because I am a bad friend and never plan to do anything with my friends, plus I hate driving to Provo.

The football game was well as well. It was close, but not because the teams were playing at the top of their games. Both made many mistakes, but it was still entertaining to watch. I am glad that BYU is actually winning now-a-days, it makes games much more entertaining when we win. I am looking forward to the rest of the games this season, and I hope that Kevin can at least make it to a few, but if not, I guess that I always have Bethany.