Migraines

Greetings from the wannabe Ujena girl. I promised I would talk about what has been going on, so here goes. I am a migraineur. This word may not mean much to some of you, but what it means, essentially is that I suffer from Migraines. I know, how can one person get so lucky? I get these little treats on average three to four times a month. I don’t get through a two-week period without getting one. It sucks, all the way around, and it makes it tough to exercise. My doctor is trying a new treatment for it; the only problem is that it makes me tired. Really, really tired (like as in sit in one place to long and you may drop into a coma tired). So the past two weeks have been pretty slack in terms of fitness. YIKES! My first photos are just around the corner so I need to get back on the program.
I posted this today mostly to remind everyone that the pursuit of fitness can be tough. It’s even tougher when you have a “valid” excuse, like a child. It can be easier to leave the gym stuff in the bag then to try and juggle a working mom’s schedule to work out.
I can tell you from the past two weeks. I have been edgy, jittery and quick to anger. In short, I have not been the mom I want to be. What’s the big difference? I haven’t been working out.
This makes me realize that working out makes me a better mom. Change the equation, don’t make it as time for you, and realize that the time you take to exercise is time that your family can benefit from.
I am making the promise to myself right now; I will get up at five in the morning and do my workout. I will do it not only because I desperately want to compete at BikiniJam, but also because it makes me a better mom, I feel better and I enjoy it (once I get started). It gives me a feeling of accomplishment and starts my day off on the right foot.
Go on, make the promise to yourself. You know you need to.

YIKES!

This week I leaned about two types of epiphany moments. I am forever going to refer to this as “Ah-ha!” and “Yikes!” moments. They are positive and negative, respectively,
My Ah-ha moment came along when I tried on two pairs of pants this week. They were both two sizes smaller than I was wearing, size ten versus size twelve, and they fit.
I was feeling pretty good about myself. I sent emails to my sister, and told my best friend, both of which replied with much congratulations and praises. I strolled about, felling like the queen bee. I came; I exercised and was now reaping the benefits, right?

All was right with my world. I was becoming (albeit slower than I liked) a lean, mean, modelling machine.

Unfortunately, a "Yikes" came right after. As part of the training I am in, it’s required that I learn how to behave myself running a press conference. It was my lucky day that they chose to film these moments that we practiced our mock scrums. Other students, for the record, make the toughest reporters I have ever seen. I was sweating just a little during my conference, but the real fun came later. We got to watch out television debuts. I know that I am always my worst critic, but I honestly did not expect what I saw on that TV screen. When did my face get so fat, and so melty? I was shocked and depressed by what I saw that day, not only because I didn’t do that great a job running the conference and the Q&A, but because I was shocked. I know they “camera adds ten pounds”, but how many cameras were actually filming? Twenty?

Feels even worse because I know I haven’t been keeping up on my exercise plan as much as I should be. I’ll talk about that next blog. Cheers!