Sunday, November 10, 2013

Since when does your opinion impact who I am.



Let me start with a disclaimer, because in this day and age where people are easily offended, and quick to hate or blame it seems necessary.


DISCLAIMER:
This post is for me, about me. An affirmation of the thoughts I have, written (verbalized) communication of my personal conviction to my friends and family who know me, understand how I think and feel and still love me.
This is for those people. 
This is not a post to make someone struggling with body confidence feel inferior, or someone who does not know me question who I think I am. I know who I am. There is no PHD in my title so don't question the validity of my opinion. It's an opinion. Mine, about me; which is the only one that matters in my head.

I'm going to start by saying your opinion is irrelevant. Now before you go getting all upset and annoyed at me please, let me clarify. Your opinion is irrelevant in the matters of my life, how I think/feel/act and how I perceive myself. 

When I get up in the morning and decide to wear those blue and turquoise pants with the flowers my first thought isn't to seek your approval. I don't consider that in my choice.

When I decide what I'm going to eat for breakfast I don't think to myself, would you approve of this choice. You are not accountable for me.

So why would you give your accountability to me. Why would you give your freedom of thought and self worth to me.

Want to know what I'm talking about? The interesting backlash I've seen some women experience by sharing pictures they are proud of online. Pictures of pregnant women working out. Pictures of a mother of three in shape with the tagline "What's your excuse" causing an uproar. But why?

Why do we allow ourselves to feel either significant or insignificant when someone WE DON'T EVEN KNOW posts an article or picture online.

Since my big ol' lifestyle change a few months ago, I've been following a lot of random fitness people on instagram. I follow those individuals because as I move towards a healthier lifestyle and seek to make changes in the way I eat and food that entices me, it's good to see that others are working through the same thing. It helps motivate me or give me different ideas. With that being said, I don't know them. Following someone doesn't give me permission to tell them what they should and should not do, nor does it give them persmission or ownership of my opinion of myself.

I say this because as I read some of the comments people put on other people's pictures or shared stories I'm disheartened by the hate.

Example: Maria Kang shared some pictures of a body she worked hard to tone and tighten after having 3 kids with the caption "What's your excuse" and was met with hate. Women, what is wrong with us !?! Why do we do this to each other?

Another Example: A number of pregnant women posting pictures OF THEMSELVES, ON THEIR PROFILE PAGE in a number of social media forums. The backlash is crazy! Comments that these women are selfish and obsessed with being skinny .. since when did you have insight into the minds of other women? Women you don't even know? I don't know what they're thinking, how do you?
Unless you're a doctor, midwife or someone who is educated on what a pregnant women can and cannot do, you're just noise. My sister had a funnier way of putting it, she said if someone tried to come at her with negativity while pregnant her question would be "DO YOU KNOW MY CERVIX". I'll take that a little bit further and ask if you know her medical history and since it's my little sister I'd probably call you ugly and tell you to go away.

If I ever get to a point in my life where I have abs you could ACTUALLY see, like I am legitimately rocking a 6-pack in the abdominal area, you better believe I'm going to post a picture of that. Stretch marks and all. The work it would take to get to that point for me is unbelievably hard. If you try to tell me it's genetics, I'll cut you with a spoon.

If I get pregnant again and my doctor approves, and I have the energy to do so, you better believe I'm going to work out. And when I do, I'll be taking pictures of that and posting them. I do that now because I'm stoked with the progress I've been making in crossfit, why would that change?

And if you have an opinion on those pictures that spews hate, I'll delete it so you understand "your opinion of me is irrelevant".

That's what I meant. Now you can get upset.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Introducing ME 3.1

It's been a long time since I blogged and well, I'm feeling it tonight so I'm doing it.

It's been a crazy busy year so far for my little family and I've been pushing myself physically, mentally, always emotionally.


Tonight, I'm going to focus on the mental. Education.


I started doing my Generals to get my degree. Yeah yeah yeah, I should've done it earlier on in my life. What with moving countries, finding myself, marriage, kids, work, mortgages and life taking over it wasn't a priority for me these past 14 years.

Plus, I wasn't interested. Just ask 22 year old Dayna what she thought of structured learning and the "piece of worthless paper that just shows you know how to sit in a class and pass a test". Pffft.
She was a little bit stupid really.
So, I started online General Education requirements and completed my FIRST class, English 1010 at the most prestigious SLCC and it's been ... good.
Finding the time to do it has been challenging. I try not to procrastinate. Lateness One class, shouldn't really be too overwhelming right?
One full time insanely busy job that requires 40 - 60 hours a week, one very busy full time working husband who is currently in between international trips, two crazy little monkey/bear boys who play sports and have swimming lessons and go to school and day care + one class = minimal sleep and some crazy time management.
That one class is roughly 4 hours a week of reading, writing and general incompetence.
So I found out I passed my class, I didn't just pass, I got a A+. It's English 101, I better get a damn high mark.
And though it is a class that SHOULD be simple to get a high grade in I'm still stoked with myself. It's a representation to me, of the beginning of an achievement I now want to complete.
I mean, at the rate I'm going it's probably going to take me the next 10 years to complete this thing, but time is going to keep rolling by anyway, so I should do something I want to do.



Friday, May 17, 2013

The Ghetto Tooth Fairy

I'm sure by now my reader has long since forgotten me, sorry for losing your faith in me.

However, I'm back to impart wisdom on the masses, and this as most of my posts are, is about my children and the quality mothering I provide them with.

Mana lost his first tooth a few months ago and it was an exciting time for him! He had his little tooth in its little tooth container because it had fallen out at school. When I arrived to collect him for the day, he was so proud to show me his tooth, and I was excited (devastated) for him and this momentous occasion in his life.
On the ride home for the day he was telling me all about how he needed to put his tooth under his pillow and the tooth fairy would give him a silver dollar etc. 
Well, sorry son, I don't have time to go to the bank, so you get 4 quarters, all the quarters in my wallet!




Kiddie Convos

Koa: Kiki, have you got a hypothesis?
Kiki: Yes! Let's play the iPad!
Koa: Great hypothesis!
Me: Koa, do you know what a hypothesis is?
Koa: An idea Mummy.

Ok. Told by a 4yr old.