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"...In the end, people either have excuses or experiences; reasons or results; buts or
brilliance. They either have what they wanted or they have a detailed list of all the rational reasons why not."
~ Anonymous (taken from Matt Erbele's, It Takes Time to Get Good)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
On the road again!
Man, for a self-proclaimed homebody and agoraphobe I sure seem to be traveling a lot lately.
Hubby and I went to Puyallup, Washington (it is so a real town. Look it up) to visit his mom and sister. It was a quick 3 day trip. Picture: Hambone Run Buddy coming to take us to the airport. She is so freaking adorable!
We get on the plane and THIS is what I found! An Ironman article in the airline magazine and Athena water!
The first night we went to have dinner at my mother-in-law's (MIL)) and sister-in-law's (SIL) house. They live together and my MIL is having some problems with her arthritis and isn't up to going out.
**WARNING: Hormone magnified rant and general bitchiness**
My SIL started working out with a personal trainer and dieting about 6 months ago and has lost a TON of weight. She looks fabulous. My MIL is a tiny, little Japanese woman (seriously, you could put her in your pocket) and SUPER critical of people about their weight. The FIRST thing she says to my hubby after "Hi" is "You look like you are getting fat. Have you gained weight?" He says something like, "Yeah, thanks for noticing mom." Then she says. "I noticed that about you guys right away."
You guys! Meaning me too. Fuck you, you nasty little troll!
At this point this my SIL starts laughing and says, "it is sure nice to have that said about everyone but me."
Excuse me, I mean, Fuck BOTH of you nasty little trolls!
Picture: Fat husband and his fat wife. According to my asshole in laws
I have been under a microscope about my weight my whole life. It was either from my 'concerned' family members, my poor partner choices, or self-inflicted. I DO NOT REACT WELL TO IT.
Picture: Some people drink when they have a stressful experience, some people eat. I don't drink anymore, so the 24 hour free cookie and lemonade bar at the hotel took a pretty big hit on this trip. Keep 'em coming, barkeep! It's gonna be a long night!
My hubby kept trying to bring up my triathlons and marathons (I have done 3 marathons and 5 triathlons since they last saw me.) But no one cared. His sister tried to school me on how I needed to stop all the aerobic exercise and concentrate on building my core and lean muscle mass if I really wanted to drop the weight. I tried to explain that it wasn't about weight loss, it was the challenge of completing these things and she and her mom gave me a look like, "Why did you bother doing all that shit if you didn't lose weight doing it? And especially since you GAINED weight doing it."
Never mind that she can't run a mile (LOTS of excuses...err, reasons for that, believe me. Funny, how not one of those reasons was 'not fit enough')
**Rant over. For now anyway**
Day 2 we went with SIL to a park called Northwest Trek. Very cool place. You take a tram tour through a 600+ acre park and view free ranging bison, caribou, elk, mountain goats and bighorn sheep. Picture: Male bison sunbathing
After Africa is was a little anti-climatic since it was warm out and the animals were mostly either sleeping in the sun or shade.
Much better day with SIL. One on one, the in laws aren't so bad, when you get them together it is a nightmare. I include my hubby as one of the reactants in this chemistry experiment gone bad.
Day 3: Let's not talk about Day 3. Moving on.
I was able to work out at the hotel. Treadmill running in an non-air conditioned room and swimming 15 billion laps in a microscopic pool to get 1000 yards, but I did it.
I know everyone thinks their family is less fucked up than their spouse's family, but my family is truly less fucked up than my spouse's family.