Tuesday, January 31, 2012

More Weakness

In my last post (a few minutes ago) I discussed muscle weakness and my unsurprising attitude regarding the judgement of others.

I have more to confess.

I know that I've only worked out eleven times thus far, and that I have a LONG way to go before this becomes habitual. For now though, I'm riding the "high" that a workout gives me. I like the feeling of pride that I get when I am all sweaty. I like logging my sessions online and watching the miles add up. I like that I can feel myself getting stronger.

So perhaps adding exercise to my life in a more consistent way isn't the problem. Which leaves one thing... food.

I've tried this before, this eating the right way bit. It typically lasts for a few days, or a few weeks... and then I give in. I give in because I'm bored. I give in because I'm lonely. I give in because I'm sad. I give in because I'm happy. I give in because I'm hungry and I want something easy. I give in because my whole life I've thought about food.

Not this time.

In related news, English muffins with peanut butter and banana = best breakfast ever.

Weakness

I woke up at five o'clock this morning and literally stumbled to the bathroom, all set on running. The stumbling part made me think twice. After that dumb (read: intense) workout last night with that fun ball of death, there was no way I was going to be able to run for 25 minutes this morning. This fact was confirmed when I attempted to walk down two flights of stairs about two hours later. In my head I was a foal about to take it's first wobbly steps, with that moment of purity and innocence that has me now searching for videos online documenting such occurrences. Be right back.

So now there are tears streaming down my cheeks and a loopy grin on my face. Anyway. In reality, I probably just looked like an incredibly out of shape woman who doesn't know how to walk correctly. Stupid squats and lunges, burning my thighs with the intensity of a thousand suns. I know you probably can't believe it... but I survived.

This evening I got on the treadmill with relatively minor discomfort; it would appear that stairs are really my only challenge. This run (number TEN!) wasn't FUN per se, but the feeling after it was fantastic. I ran through the pain, I am awesome, I am woman! It pleased me that skinny runner girl and her super fit boyfriend came into the gym at the end of my run. One, they entered when I was running for the last time before a cool down walk. Two, they didn't see me start sweating at minute six and a half, so perhaps they thought my labored breathing was justifiable. Because this fat chick just ran 6 miles or something, right? Yeah... delusions.

In other news concerning the amount of judgement I perceive from those around me, I designated my life insurance beneficiaries today. It's a free perk that comes with working with some of the most hellish fifth grade boys you could ever hope to meet, so I signed right up. I was talking with my mom this evening about it, and she was slightly offended to learn that I split the policy equally between my brothers. (Though I thought about holding a contest or something to see who could earn a 70 percent share...) We talked about how they would give her enough to have me cremated if I died an early death, and she thought they would probably keep all the money and give my body to science. Out of my mouth popped the following: "They can do that, but only if I'm skinny. I don't want those med students to judge me."

Let's file that one under "CRAZY" and keep up with this working out and eating right thing.

Monday, January 30, 2012

I Would Rather...

I never in my life thought that I might say this phrase, but there is a first time for everything:

I would rather be running.

I started saying it about 2 exercises into the core strengthening video I did tonight. This video is all about toning and improving core strength, and I remember why I stopped doing it four years ago. It HURTS, and not just my "core." My BODY hurts.


You wouldn't think this cute little ball could hurt me so much.



Now for a list of other things I would rather be doing:

1. I would rather be eating cheesecake.
2. I would rather be eating Garrett's Popcorn.
3. I would rather be on an airplane flying towards somewhere in Europe.
4. I would rather be taking a shower (at least this one I can make happen).
5. I would rather be hanging out with my brothers.
6. I would rather be at a wedding, date to be determined.
7. I would rather be starting M.eD classes tomorrow.
8. I would rather be getting together with relatives dear to my heart.
9. I would rather be on a date.
10. I would rather be sleeping (also soon to come).

For now I'll settle for doing VFH (Video from Hell) twice weekly.

OH, and running this morning went well. That is all.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Status- Long One

After a really lovely weekend at home (details to come), I'm back in the city. First thing on the agenda was to go and exercise.

I love this attitude. And just realized that if this is a lifestyle change (which I REALLY want it to be)... I have just finished 5 days out of the 24,255 days of the rest of my life, give or take a few thousand (based on living until I'm 90). So these 5 days have been 0.0002 of the rest of my life. I've got this, no problem.

Regardless, it's a cool feeling.

I ran into my first obstacle today though... my biggest fear, in fact. Other people. There were two very fit people working out when I got to the mini-gym this evening. She was running fast enough that I wasn't about to hop on the treadmill next to her, no way. So I walked confidently over to the bike (as stylish as a fat person can be in spandex) and went to town.

Stupid plan, friends. 20 minutes later my legs were starting in with a dull ache, and I'd not even started running. My heart rate was right around 150 for about 15 minutes of the ride though, so I thought it was a good cardio start to the workout.

The skinny fast girl FINALLY got off of the treadmill, so I felt a little better about hopping on... at least I wasn't next to her feeling judged. I also thought that the other people in the room might be some motivation to run a little faster. I did my first 3 workouts this week jogging at a 4.0 mph pace, and then kicked it up to 4.5 mph for workout 4, 5, 6, and half of 7. This morning I realized about halfway through the 30 minutes that I wasn't that tired, so I went up to 5.0 mph to jog. Naturally, I thought this might be a GREAT plan for tonight... but I forgot that my legs kind of hurt already.

Oh well... at least I got to call myself "sweetie" aloud a few times at the end. "Good job, sweetie. Huff, huff, whoooooo, huff. You did it, sweetie. Huff, huff, hufffffff. I'm proud of you." And THIS is why I like to workout alone.

Okay- observations and new things to add:

1. I like biking, a lot. And since a triathlon is in the works for July (LONG time from now, I know...) I figured maybe it is a good thing to add in to the week every once in a while. For cross training, obviously.
Goal... three times a week, 20 minutes. AFTER RUNNING, STUPID.

2. One of my kind-of idols commented on this blog, advising me that core strength is what running is all about. Since she looks sexy, I'm going to go ahead and trust her. About (dear Lord...) 4 years ago I did approximately 3.4 core body workouts with a big fun ball and a video. I do believe that I stopped because they were SO FRIGGIN DIFFICULT, but maybe a good thing to add into my routine.
Goal... twice a week.

3. I've been thinking about the necessity of strength training as well. Not crazy ripped muscles... just toned and healthy muscles. This whole exercise thing isn't just about running a 5K... it's about getting fit and looking good. There is a set of free weights along with a bench in the gym... I'd like to incorporate these into my routine in some way. I also have some resistance bands that I would like to (re) incorporate into my routine. I'll do some research on the free weights first.
Goal... resistance bands 3 times a week, free weights twice a week.

I'm on it. And oh oh oh yeah! There is an AWESOME (free) site called Map My Run. Find it HERE. It tracks your miles, average pace, and a host of other things... and also allows you to map out distances for outside runs using Google Maps. It's fantastic, so much so that I have already mapped out some routes for when I get the confidence to run outside (my goal is by March 1). You should check it out :)

Friday, January 27, 2012

Final Moments

On my way home tonight, my dad and I stopped at the visitation for a woman we knew from our community. Her daughter and her family live right across the street from my parents, and they happen to be the best neighbors ever.

We were talking to the husband of the woman who died tonight, and I asked him if he felt like they had a chance to say goodbye. He said that his three daughters had been gone five minutes when she passed away. One of their daughters was a little saddened that she wasn't there in the final moments.

His words struck me so hard that tears came to my eyes:

"We started that journey with just the two of us, and that is how we finished it. Just the two of us."

What a beautiful statement.

(Instant) Gratification

I know that the following has been said enough times to make it an annoying cliche, but it doesn't make it any less true.

We live in an age of instant gratification.

This certainly impacts every single part of our lives. From the food we eat (microwaves), the entertainment we seek (Netflix, anyone?), to the communication we rely on (I get upset when my Skype lags or it takes a while to send a text...), we have become accustomed to fulfilling our desires with speed and ease.

And I realized today that this new journey I'm on cannot be about the instant. If I focus on the immediate, I am guaranteed to be frustrated. Here are the things I want right now, along with what I need to settle for:

1. To run a sub-10 minute mile. Instead of this, I should probably focus on getting really good at the pace I'm at, to the point where it's not a workout anymore... and then stepping it up.

2. To run a sub-30 minute 5K. I should probably settle for running a 5K at all, right?

3. To fit into a size 8. I'll go ahead and settle for a size 16 at this point :)

4. To weigh 135 pounds. This is... fairly far away.

As my dad said tonight, "Who needs instant gratification? I'll settle for plain gratification any day." And if in a year I've come close to accomplishing some of these goals, I will certainly feel gratified.

P.S. I'm using my parents' computer, and Internet Explorer doesn't have spell check. Who made it through this entire post without a misspelling? Yeah, I'm fantastic.

Progress and Questions

So I didn't go to bed before midnight. And I did eat after 8pm. White cheddar popcorn, at that. (I've been WAY overdoing the popcorn lately, I think because I want chocolate.) Bad news... hopefully going home this weekend will help break that habit.

However, I did run at 5:30 this morning. I changed a few things from the last few runs. I've been stretching my leg muscles afterward, but without much of a cool down. After some seriously sore calf muscles last night, I thought that maybe adding a cool down period would help? So I walked at a pretty brisk (walking) pace for 5 minutes, alternated jogging/walking (4.5 and 3.5 mph, respectively) for 20 minutes, and took 5 minutes to cool down, lowering the speed at minute intervals. That 4.5 is a kick up from the 4.0 I started at on my first workout, by the way.

This is disheartening for a few reasons. One, if I were to go for a mile at 4.5 mph, it would take me 13:47. I'd really really REALLY love to get that down to about 10:00 by the first 5K. I don't want to be the only one left on the course, cause that is more embarrassing than being a fat runner. I can handle being the fat runner at a 10 minute mile pace for 5K, but not the fat AND slow runner. Secondly, ouch. I know I'm going to have to be better looking before running doesn't hurt my body so much, but I also think that maybe I'm not running with good form? My calf muscles have always been pretty strong, so perhaps the targeted soreness I'm getting has something to do with running the wrong way. At the moment, I'm mostly running on my toes- is this normal? Am I just being a wimp? Yes, probably.

Good things about this morning:
I sweat an equal amount at 4.5 mph and 4.0 mph jogs, so I might as well go with the faster pace.

Stretching afterwards feels REALLY good.

Interesting television makes for quicker runs. If I didn't have access to a treadmill and a television, I swear that this program would have stopped 10 minutes into workout 1. I'm going to need to be in better shape before the only sound around me is my labored breathing. I read last night that running with an iPod is dangerous because you can't hear the sounds around you. I thought "phooey on you" and decided that when I start running outside, my buddy Nano is coming with me.

Crying while jogging is weird, but makes things go faster. For the record, I was crying as I watched homecoming videos of American soldiers returning from overseas. Wives and children and men crying... guaranteed way to make me sob EVERY time.

And the best thing of all... just 2 minutes after getting back to my apartment, I was ready to go again. Anxious to go again. I know that it will get hard eventually. For now though, I think I'm going to love this.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

New Rules

And THIS is part of why I hate living alone.

Unless extenuating circumstances get in the way (like working very late or going to an event in the city), I will not eat after 8:00 in the evening anymore. Just isn't happening.

Secondly, it is time for bedtime to be a thing. From here on out, I am DONE done done with staying awake too late doing things I shouldn't. (Mostly Netflix and... um... eating.) If I can't sleep after midnight, I'll read. That is it. That's the only option.

Race Report

Just to keep you posted, I've got the following races planned:

"The Race That's Good For Life"
5K, Oak Park, IL... April 1st

"Glass City 5K"
5K, Toledo, OH... April 22

"Cinco de Miler"
5 Miles, Chicago, IL... May 5th

"South Shore Triathlon"
750m Swim, 19km Bike, 5K run, Chicago, IL... July 28th

"North Shore 10K"
10K, Highland Park, IL... November 22

Who's in? Seriously, I could use a buddy.

Hmmm...

Warning... don't watch this video if you are bothered by offensive language. It's rife with it. In all though, a pretty powerful statement about the struggles of being black and getting educated at the same time in this country.

I pray daily that my students find this kind of power. And if they weren't 8 years old, they'd be seeing this in class tomorrow.

Also... "F*uck I look like" translates to "What the f*uck I look like?" for all you whitey whites out there.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Program and Routine

A while ago I got fat. I was really active then, but still got fat. Then I wasn't very active for a while and I got REALLY fat. Depressingly fat. Embarrassingly fat. Don't look at pictures from that era fat. It translated to all kinds of negative feelings, and it was no wonder I struggled with friendships and self-image and confidence.

Then I started getting... less fat. I won't say skinny because I'm (forever) pounds away from that, but still, less fat. The pounds gradually came off all through college through not-much effort of my own, and I got back down to a respectable size.

Let's face it though... I'm still fat. I'm much more active and confident, and having someone kiss you pays huge amounts of tribute to self-esteem (we should deal with THAT psychological mess at some point), but still fat.

And currently convincing myself that if I hit the all-time blogging record for saying "fat" in a post, I won't be embarrassed any longer.

Regardless, I'm done. I'm 23 years old and I'm tired of being the fat girl. I'm tired of being the biggest in my group of friends, and thinking about what I look like ALL the time, and sucking in for every picture, and realizing that if a bear were to chase me through the woods I would die without a fight. I'm seriously very tired of that. I'm tired of the psychology that is involved in being fat, the apologies I make for myself when I'm around people, the way I feel judged every time I mention that I ate something other than a salad. I'm tired of feeling like I'm being given some sort of gift anytime someone is interested in me (What, you like ME?) and I'm REALLY tired of shopping at fat stores. I remember the first time I looked good in an XXL from Target... the feeling I got when I realized that maybe I wasn't as HUGE as I thought. (Don't get me wrong, I'm still huge-ish, I know...) I want to shop in the regular clothing department. I want to go to Cedar Point and walk right past the test seat. I want to feel as confident in my body as I do in my spirit and my brain.

I could give all of these great reasons like health and my future and that feeling of wellness. But if I'm really honest, this is because I'm tired of the way I feel about myself. I want to look good when I get up in the morning. I want to feel confident about my body when I go on a date. I want to not be embarrassed at my best friend's wedding. I want people to look at me and think "dang..." I'm shallow at heart. And truth be told, the way I look in the mirror is a lot more motivating than my blood pressure. It doesn't make sense, I know... but the best part is that if I look good in the mirror, I know my arteries are looking better too.

My brother recently sent me a link to a blog (find it here) about a pretty inspirational weight loss journey. I've spent days wrapped up in it and realized that as cheesy as it is... I need to jump on this wagon. I need to feel better about myself. I need to fit into those size 8 jeans. I need to shop for regular people clothing at Target. (I'd say a medium, but then I realized that if I keep my breasts, that is probably not ever going to happen...) So thanks to Ean... mad props, dude.

A while ago a dear friend and mentor told me about the "Couch 2 5K" running program. I've (mostly) kept my resolution this year to work out at least 3 times a week, but I realized that without a goal in mind, I'm a disaster. There is NO way that I can possibly keep up a fitness routine without some sort of program to follow. Plus, she looks REALLY sexy now.

So tonight I started with Week 1, Day 1. And I did it, and I feel good. The program calls for 25ish minutes, 3 times a week. I'm going to go ahead and do the program in the same amount of time, but double the workouts. It's only 25 minutes, and I can certainly do that 6 times a week. I'm looking for a race to sign up for in the spring (because I WILL be a runner, no matter how many bras I have to wear). After that a 10K. Then a half marathon. Then a marathon, because everyone can dream big. (Maybe it's easier to dream big if you ARE big?) Reports to come.

Follow along. Tell everyone about how fat I am, please. When you come home to an empty apartment every night, it's easy to eat wrong and not work out at all. I need the accountability.

Personal Record

Stop the presses. It's been announced that Stephanie Sablich, age 23, of Hyde Park just beat her personal record for commuting home. In a confluence of events, the (charming and devastatingly witty) woman somehow managed to make it from her school to her apartment with a time of 59:04.

"I was thinking about my bed the entire time" quips Stephanie as she collapses right inside her door. She attributes her success to the following: walking really fast because it's cold out, a maniacal train conductor who (oops) just blew past that stop at Racine, a near sprint through the underground tunnel to State Street, an even crazier bus driver who apparently doesn't think that Lake Shore Drive should be seen at any speed but *blur,* and having her keys ready at the door.

Plans for celebrating this victory? A long bath, soup for dinner, and getting cozy in bed with a book...

Monday, January 23, 2012

Dreams

I've had a LOT of weird dreams lately, involving hot doctors texting my nurse friends, smuggling a giraffe (???) out of Bucharest, and attending a wedding of a celebrity couple I seemed to know very well... on the moon.

The most telling, by far, has to do with my absolute determination not to eat sugar (in the form of desserts/candy, etc...) this year.

I just had a dream that I ate 17 cupcakes. Multicolored frosting. In one sitting.

Blame it on the wedding photos that I was looking at before bed, maybe. But this I swear; no sugary desserts until January 1, 2012.

In other news, sugar-free strawberry jello is making this less of a pain.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Oh Sara

I'm not sure why it took me quite so long, but I've discovered Sara. And I love her.



She makes my world go round; this week at least.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Classroom Charts!





I spent a LOT of time today working on creating classroom resource charts. I'm teaching math... let's just say this is ENTIRELY new for me.


A**holes Finish First?

I have been reading the infamous "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand for about two weeks now. I really want to soak it all in so I've been forcing myself to take time... plus it's a really giant book that sometimes makes me angry. At any rate, my mind has been on overdrive for a while, and I decided this past weekend that I needed some time off.

This is the part where the (more) infamous Tucker Max and his most recent book "Assholes Finish First" comes in. Lacking in intellectualism yet decidedly witty and smart, it's filled with anecdotes about parties and fame and women and, in general, being an asshole.

And yet... I really liked it. And him. Enough to finish the 400 page book in the span of about 7 hours, and think a lot about this whole concept. I hear it all the time... why do women go for men like this?

Societal norms dictate that men pursue women. It's traditional for a man to chase after a woman. It's said that he likes the challenge of having to "win" someone, the conquering feeling of finally "capturing" his desired. I used to dismiss this as socialized nonsense... and then I found myself doing the exact same thing from an opposite psychological perspective. I found myself drawn to men with a frosty exterior in a lot of ways. Not that I want someone to be a real jerk or withdrawn, but there is something alluring about the aloof figure. (Jane agreed with me... Mr. Darcy, anyone?) And in the same way that "winning" a woman is a challenge men rise to meet, it is more of an accomplishment for a woman to win the affection of someone who doesn't hand it out easily. So men, THAT is why women are attracted to assholes. We are all just too optimistic, hoping that there is a really good guy under all of the nonsense. Because when there is... it's fantastic. There is also a certain security... someone who is that careful with his own feelings is certainly going to be careful with mine, right? Maybe we are a bunch of socialized idiots... but so are you.

So while I disagree that assholes actually do finish first (other than in the not-so-cleverly hidden sexual way meant here), it is true that most every woman wants a tough exterior and a warm squishy inside... but we also want the satisfaction of having to work hard to access that.

In a Nutshell

I've posted on my previous blog about the MBTI (Myers Briggs Type Indicator) assessment, a personality test of pretty sound standards and rather eerie results. Those of you who know me well might understand why I believe it is such an accurate measure when you read the following description. My comments are throughout :)

OH... and if you want links to the test and the descriptions, let me know!

The Giver

As an ENFJ, your primary mode of living is focused externally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your personal value system. Your secondary mode is internal, where you take things in primarily via your intuition. (That whole "according to how you feel about them..." thing is DEAD on...)

ENFJs are people-focused individuals. They live in the world of people possibilities. More so than any other type, they have excellent people skills. They understand and care about people, and have a special talent for bringing out the best in others. ENFJ's main interest in life is giving love, support, and a good time to other people. They are focused on understanding, supporting, and encouraging others. They make things happen for people, and get their best personal satisfaction from this. (This isn't true at all. I don't get pleasure from pouring into the lives of people, from supporting and loving, from spending time... oh wait.)

Because ENFJ's people skills are so extraordinary, they have the ability to make people do exactly what they want them to do. They get under people's skins and get the reactions that they are seeking. ENFJ's motives are usually unselfish, but ENFJs who have developed less than ideally have been known to use their power over people to manipulate them. (Okay, confession. I have been known to use said power EVERY SINGLE DAY in my classroom. Is it okay to manipulate in order to facilitate what is best for my students? Yeah, it's gonna happen...)

ENFJ's are so externally focused that it's especially important for them to spend time alone. This can be difficult for some ENFJs, because they have the tendency to be hard on themselves and turn to dark thoughts when alone. Consequently, ENFJs might avoid being alone, and fill their lives with activities involving other people. ENFJs tend to define their life's direction and priorities according to other people's needs, and may not be aware of their own needs. It's natural to their personality type that they will tend to place other people's needs above their own, but they need to stay aware of their own needs so that they don't sacrifice themselves in their drive to help others. (I've said a million times that I'm terrible at living by myself. I know that it is important for me to recharge by myself and reflect, but I quickly switch to those "dark thoughts" and self-critical tendencies when I'm by myself. And a million thanks to the people in my life who have helped me identify my own needs...)

ENFJ's tend to be more reserved about exposing themselves than other extraverted types. Although they may have strongly-felt beliefs, they're likely to refrain from expressing them if doing so would interfere with bringing out the best in others. Because their strongest interest lies in being a catalyst of change in other people, they're likely to interact with others on their own level, in a chameleon-like manner, rather than as individuals. (This is actually a characteristic I have been working on a lot lately. I obviously don't want to alienate those around me with my opinions, but I'm also done with changing the parts of my personality to suit those around me. So there.)

Which is not to say that the ENFJ does not have opinions. ENFJs have definite values and opinions which they're able to express clearly and succinctly. These beliefs will be expressed as long as they're not too personal. ENFJ is in many ways expressive and open, but is more focused on being responsive and supportive of others. When faced with a conflict between a strongly-held value and serving another person's need, they are highly likely to value the other person's needs. (Again, dead on.)

The ENFJ may feel quite lonely even when surrounded by people. This feeling of aloneness may be exacerbated by the tendency to not reveal their true selves. (Oh man. I was thinking the other day about the first time I experienced true loneliness- the summer that I worked at Cedar Point. Then I was thinking about how often I experience it now. It's because almost a second nature feeling. The pain has certainly numbed, but I would like this to stop being a thing quite soon.)

People love ENFJs. They are fun to be with, and truly understand and love people. They are typically very straight-forward and honest. Usually ENFJs exude a lot of self-confidence, and have a great amount of ability to do many different things. They are generally bright, full of potential, energetic and fast-paced. They are usually good at anything which captures their interest. (Well I don't want to brag TOO much, but I am rather fantastic. Haha... in all reality, I do find that people are drawn to me. It's rather fun and also exhausting at times... and makes for some incredible stories.)

ENFJs like for things to be well-organized, and will work hard at maintaining structure and resolving ambiguity. They have a tendency to be fussy, especially with their home environments. (HELLO, nerd girl.)

In the work place, ENFJs do well in positions where they deal with people. They are naturals for the social committee. Their uncanny ability to understand people and say just what needs to be said to make them happy makes them naturals for counseling. They enjoy being the center of attention, and do very well in situations where they can inspire and lead others, such as teaching. (What what? Yeah buddy. I've decided that after a long and full career in education I will become a counselor. For about a minute, after which I will get involved in retail politics. Ahh, life...)

ENFJs do not like dealing with impersonal reasoning. They don't understand or appreciate its merit, and will be unhappy in situations where they're forced to deal with logic and facts without any connection to a human element. Living in the world of people possibilities, they enjoy their plans more than their achievements. They get excited about possibilities for the future, but may become easily bored and restless with the present. (Um, yes. Who is the girl with the 10 step plan? Yup, me. Who cannot stop thinking about what's next rather than reflecting on what's happening? Yup, me.)

ENFJs have a special gift with people, and are basically happy people when they can use that gift to help others. They get their best satisfaction from serving others. Their genuine interest in Humankind and their exceptional intuitive awareness of people makes them able to draw out even the most reserved individuals. (Again, because I'm awesome. And there are always stubborn little reserved children...)

ENFJs have a strong need for close, intimate relationships, and will put forth a lot of effort in creating and maintaining these relationships. They're very loyal and trustworthy once involved in a relationship. (Some call it clingy... I call it being loyal and making an effort... :)

An ENFJ who has not developed their Feeling side may have difficulty making good decisions, and may rely heavily on other people in decision-making processes. If they have not developed their Intuition, they may not be able to see possibilities, and will judge things too quickly based on established value systems or social rules, without really understanding the current situation. An ENFJ who has not found their place in the world is likely to be extremely sensitive to criticism, and to have the tendency to worry excessively and feel guilty. They are also likely to be very manipulative and controling with others. (Let's see... relying heavily on other people... hmm. Nah, I guess my feeling side is developed enough. I suppose my intuition could be further developed, but I do believe that I'm getting better at this. I struggle a lot with my place in the world... I know what I WANT it to be, but that doesn't always happen in reality. I am ridiculously sensitive to criticism, I worry a ridiculous amount, and I can't think of one day in the last... lifetime... when I've not felt guilty for something. That manipulative thing I try to avoid outside of the classroom, but controlling is something I beat back daily with a stick...)

In general, ENFJs are charming, warm, gracious, creative and diverse individuals with richly developed insights into what makes other people tick. This special ability to see growth potential in others combined with a genuine drive to help people makes the ENFJ a truly valued individual. As giving and caring as the ENFJ is, they need to remember to value their own needs as well as the needs of others. (Well thanks.)

So Easy...

This whole "blog daily" thing is becoming more of a challenge than I anticipated. How is it possible that I've not written a thing since Friday? It's make up time, clearly.

I do know how it is possible though. It's possible because I've done almost NOTHING since Friday. We're talking massive amounts of laziness. I did read a lot and managed to get the (FOUR) loads of laundry done that were looming. Here is another commitment... I am doing laundry EVERY week from here on out. I don't care if I am sick and don't wear more than pajamas all week... they are getting washed. WEEKLY, friends. It was out of control.

Less boring posts to come.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Invincibility Day

Today is Friday. A day I have termed "Invincibility Day." I know that there are plenty of people in the world for whom a weekend does not begin on Friday afternoon. I understand that the people who staff the shops I frequent on the weekend are not enjoying a break. But for me, Friday is the last day of the workweek. Friday is a long way from the fresh start Mondays that crumble into the "No way can I do this four more times" Tuesdays. Friday is not Wednesday, the day of hope that this week WILL come to a close, that assurance that when you walk out of the door the week is not just halfway over- it is 3/5 of the way through! Friday is not Thursday, the most productive of all days, when you've finally settled into a routine and figured things out. No, Friday is Invincibility Day. Because when you're a teacher... you have to be invincible on Friday. Untouchable, unaffected, perfect, at the top of your game, ON.

The kids have been cooped up all week long. They are desperate for freedom with the anxiousness appropriate to a racehorse just before the starting gun. I swear I could see that evil maniacal gleam in the eyes of those sixth graders today. And they must wait, and wait, and wait. Because long ago, teachers decided that Friday is not an acceptable reason to scrap curriculum. Friday is not an excuse to take time off from learning. Friday is not the answer to a week of brain bending and mind melting questions and answers. Friday is a work day... and more often, Friday is an assessment day.

If only you knew, students. If only you knew that the only reason we are able to sustain such strength is because we are just sneakier about looking out the window with longing. If only you knew how glorious a movie day would be, how much fun it would be to have an all day reading party, how much work it took to talk ourselves out of bed before the sun came up. If only you knew. But you can't, because we're the teachers. We must be strong. We must be certain. We must be a leader. And because it's a Friday... we must be invincible.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Regret

I went tonight to a lecture given by David J. Scheffer, of the Northwestern University School of Law. He was the U.S. Ambassador at Large for War Crimes Issues during the 8 years of the Clinton administration and senior adviser counsel to Madeline Albright during her term at the UN, and he has recently written a book.

I have read all kinds of things about war crimes and "atrocity" crimes, as he defines the various other crimes against humanity. I've watched documentaries and television shows, I've attended lectures and taken classes. I've been informed.

Friends, there is nothing that compares to sitting in a room and listening to the man who is both partially responsible for the U.S. decision not to intervene in places like Rwanda and Bosnia... and who carries that guilt daily. He has done incredible things in terms of convening international courts and bringing justice in the obscure rural areas forgotten by the international criminal community. He has been instrumental in the participation of our country in the creation of the International Criminal Court...

Truly an amazing man. Truly a depressing night.

Extremes

Someone asked me the other day why I like living in Chicago. I gave many reasons from the diversity of cultures to the rich and sordid history to the beauty of the skyline, but it was at the end that I realized the true, deep reason that I love Chicago. Beyond its perks and attractions, I love the struggle.

I love the fact that it can be fifty degrees one day, and 30 hours later six inches of snow covers the ground.

I love being able to ride the Red Line through some of the wealthiest and the poorest neighborhoods in Chicago.

I love having to bundle up and wait for the bus, and I even love (in a very secret way) complaining about it when the schedule is messed up.

I love the feeling of pride I have when my working class city does impressive and world class things.

I love working in a school that was deemed a complete failure, and seeing results.

I love the struggle that is Chicago, the extremes, the hardship... because in the middle of all of that, there is both hope and triumph.

Hot Tears

Tonight was a night of ridiculous disappointment in a lot of ways. That lecture was seriously depressing, for one thing. (Follow up in another posting...) A long wait for a bus that stops running early was a second. An unsuccessful chase for a shuttle through the Chicago winter was a third.

The best part of my night? Crying hot tears on a winter walk. Life sometimes redeems itself.

Monday, January 9, 2012

5 Guys

Many of you have heard of the growing restaurant chain "5 Guys Burgers and Fries." It's yummy. As their name proclaims, they specialize in burgers and fries.

But friends, let me tell you. Their fountain pop is what had me walk a mile and back tonight. Diet root beer... right out of the fountain!

I'm a dork.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Pregame Excitement

Tomorrow I'll travel to East Garfield Park, where I'll spend the next five months of my life working as a small group instructor. It's in a rough neighborhood, working with rough kids, doing rough work (MATH instruction...), for a relatively rough period of time.

And I am incredibly excited.

I'm not sure what tomorrow will bring, other than some HR paperwork. Absolutely NOTHING to expect... except happiness.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Night Minds

This lyric in particular hits me:

"You were blessed by
a different kind of inner view
it's all magnified.
The highs would make you fly,
and the lows make you want to die."

Thank you Missy, for describing my personality completely.







I pray that someday I can find a way to "rise out of..." my "nightmind."

Grrrrr

Sometimes life piles up frustrations that are just too difficult to figure out.

I tell myself this, and then "check" the irrationality of my own statements. Because I know that in the grand scheme of life, the annoyance that was today is nothing. I know that I really have absolutely nothing to complain about. I understand that I am blessed beyond measure in so many ways. I get all of these things.

I really do think if I wasn't doing this alone I could be okay.

Happiness

Today was a good day. A very good day. A supremely good day.

After years of instability I have some. After years of insecurity I found my place. I'm pretty happy with this new world I find myself in... I just hope I don't mess it up.

It's a wonderful feeling to be wanted again.

Plus, a great friend called with great news that filled me with great joy.

Good day. I do promise blogs of substance shall be coming.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Friendship

I have been blessed with some of the most incredible friendships imaginable. I have people I can call whenever I need to share or laugh or cry. I have people to meet up with and reminisce with and find happiness with.

But the fact of the matter is... I don't have friends like this where I live. So nights like tonight mean oh so much. And when one comes around, I'm holding on.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Prompt Day Number 1

Sometimes my life is boring. I will hazard a guess that there will be many days in the next year that will be boring. Uneventful. Lacking in thoughts to share or stories to relate or anecdotes to tell. On these days, I will respond to a writing prompt.

"Describe your first car."

It wasn't actually mine, but when I turned 16 my family had in our possession a van. I should probably tell you that it was a Dodge Caravan made in a year of the late 80's I don't remember, and that it came to us at the price of $1.00. That should have been a warning.
This van was white with scuff marks reminiscent of an over-sized gym shoe used one decade too long. It smelled that way too. The fabric on the inside was stained and the ceiling cover drooped so you couldn't fully see out the rear window. The sliding door came off if you yanked on it too hard, and never fully closed unless you did.

I didn't care; it was mine to use when it was free, and it got me to school and work and home again with steady and consistent regularity.

Towards the end of its life, the van would overheat... a lot. About every three miles or so, it was necessary to get out, pour water into the radiator, let it cool, and go again. It certainly wasn't worth replacing anything, and I think my father contended that it was good for my character and pride to be forced to obey the commands of a thirsty and tired engine. Too bad that it was the middle of winter. Too bad that twice in one day the same person in my HUGE town saw me performing said task ("Stephanie, tell your dad to fix that!"). Too bad that school was about 4 miles away and work a mile past that. Too bad that your friends had to climb in and out of the drivers' side door because it was that or the back hatch. Too bad...

Because it was mine to use.

Adventuring

I never would have called myself an adventurous person. That particular adjective wouldn't have fallen into my vocabulary if I was asked to summarize my personality.

I'm not sure when I fully realized it, but the need to adventure is, in fact, a key feature of the person I am. I went to a college where I didn't know a soul. I worked in a different state each of the four summers between college semesters. Friends... I moved to Romania.

I talk about the desire to find stability quite often. That thirst and craving for a sense of safety in a significant other, in a career, in my place in life. I thought I wanted that in a very real way.

And then I got that in a big way. The program I will be starting in June (more shall be divulged in time) provides at least 5 years of stability in my career and finances. That's a big deal, right?

So why did I have the most intense desire to move back to Europe minutes after finding out I was accepted into this teaching residency program?

Monday, January 2, 2012

The Masochism of Optimism

Masochism: "The enjoyment of what appears to be painful or tiresome"

Optimism: "Hopefulness and confidence about the future or the successful outcome of something"


Every once in a while, I'm struck by the inherent self-harming tendencies that accompany my optimism. I am often imbued with the "hopefulness and confidence" about my own personal future in matters of love, career, finances, social pursuits- everything really. I have developed an incredible ability to jump from "high point" to "high point" without truly experiencing the valleys in between. It works quite well.

Until the weight of all of those valleys builds up enough. I crash land about halfway up the next mountain, and skid to the bottom bruised and broken. Then it hurts.

And in consideration of the recent optimism that has me still hoping, still fighting, still wishing... I've come to realize something about myself.

I must be a masochist. Because no matter how long it takes to recover, to climb back up and regain strength, I will start jumping again.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

New Beginnings

Here it the obligatory post that comes at the beginning of every year. Please excuse the cliche.

My resolutions for 2012:

1. Go an entire year without eating any sugar in the form of explicit desserts. I really wish I had gotten a piece of cheesecake before midnight.

2. Work out at least 3 times a week. It helps that there is a gym in my building and I was already doing this anyway, but I still want to count it.

3. Write something every single day. There will be boring days and busy days both, but I am making a conscious effort to record at least SOMETHING daily.

4. Read at least 20 books of substance.

What are your goals for 2012?