You guys. I went to the health food store yesterday and it was so overwhelming. I mean, I eat fairly healthy most of the time (although I tend to eat way too much bread for someone doing a low-carb diet). Since starting Nicole’s Sugar Detox, I’ve realized that bread is a comfort food for me and a LOT of the time I just need a glass of water while I try to find something healthier.
(Please ignore the strange Italian man’s head. I inherited him from my Grandma who passed away last month and I’m not really sure where to put him…)
My younger sisters were both on their High School Rugby team, which went on to win the City Championship the year they graduated, thanks in large part to the two of them (they are tiny girls – but tough). They are both still on a soccer team and play Ultimate Frisbee and Dodgeball a few times a week.
The closest to sports in High School I got, on the other hand, was taking Sports Medicine so I could flirt with the football players. Oh and I was a cheerleader (although we called it a Dance Squad).
Don’t judge me.
My first foray into real sports was when I was 5 – I was put on a soccer team where I could consistently be found picking flowers on the sidelines while I was supposed to be defending the goal.
Or kicking the ball.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a huge klutz or super lazy – I took dance for 16 years and was a pro-star bowler when I was 8 (ya, I’m awesome, I know). You can also laugh at my first foray into having a Personal Trainer here.
I have no brothers so my poor father, with 4 daughters, taught us all how to throw a mean spiral, made sure we know how hockey works and took us to all kinds of games. I just never got into the strict structure of actually playing a competitive team sport.
This summer I’ve decided I’m going to get my shit together and be more active. I played soccer with my sisters (and I actually wasn’t bad if I do say so myself), I played tennis with some friends last weekend, I started boot camp this morning and I’m about to strap on my roller blades so I can practice not looking like an idiot.
As of right now my stopping consists of flailing my arms, stepping on the grass and hoping there is a pole/tree/fence that I can grab onto or just falling on my ass.
If anybody knows a fail-proof method for stopping – Please for the love of all that is good let me in on your secret
After all summer is only, like, 2 months long here.