Can't Find Positive Anywhere

I'll be honest with you, it has been one hell of a shitstorm in my world lately. With the looming start of kindergarten, there has been a few issues of being anxious and scared that have manifested in less than desirable behaviors. (putting it lightly) That's been a stressor for several weeks, and we know that putting X in an immersion school is going to lead to more less than desirable behavior due to exhaustion and stress put on him to learn a new language. It shouldn't last more than a few months, but, there may not be enough wine to get me through it. ha.

S started a new job - that's positive, but it's still stressful, you know? This has a much shorter commute (5 miles vs. 20) and will be a good move for him. The issue? Much like me, he's moved into the project management world meaning that like me, he'll be on-demand a hell of a lot more than he used to be, and like me, he's an introvert. It's a major shift. (p.s. My job is still exhausting, so yay, two exhausted parents!)

I've had some major shit go down surrounding my teaching Jazzer.cise, and I am questioning why I'm still teaching. In one of my classes, a group of women meangirled me, talked behind my back, and my class numbers plummeted. Yeah, 50-60 year old women still pull that. See, they want their favorite instructor in that teaching slot, so, I quit, and she's taking over. Yay for them!!!!! While the center owner is trying to pump me up by telling me how much other students love my classes, I'm wondering why the hell I'm still in a hobby that causes me a whole lot of mental stress. It's never been easy for me, and 13 years later, I'm still going through major downswings and ego hurt periodically. I guess I still think that I can change people's minds by teaching a hard, kickass class really well? Seems like it's not working because I'm reserved and probably seem standoffish and snobby and whatever other negative adjective you can come up with for an introvert.

I have so much travel coming up that it's kind of scary. At least it gave me an excuse to finally buy some new luggage, but I'm totally stressing out over a commuting/travel laptop bag. I have an old EMS backpack. I don't really like it, but it's in practically new condition. Seriously, they had good stuff - I've had it for more than 10 years! Anyway, I keep spending tons of time looking around for a new backpack or tote and can't make up my mind. Drives me insane. I even had buyers remorse when I bought the luggage and we really needed it! ugh.

I keep screaming at my kids. I hate admitting that. I grew up with a screaming parent and I'm so against it because it's abusive and yet, I still lose it (lately more than usual because they are both being difficult). Over and over I explain after the explosion that it's my fault, not theirs and I have to control my temper better and I'm not good at it but I'm trying....*sigh* I wish Love and Logic worked like it sounds in the book - it doesn't really work that well in my practice anyway. The only thing that makes it feel not so horrible is that I am open with X, especially, and he is comfortable telling me that he's upset with me and why (same with S). I didn't have that piece growing up at all, and we're careful to make consequences reasonable, not disproportionate. I wish I could control my fucking temper, most times I do ok, but when I'm under other major stress, I lose it constantly with everyone and everything.

So....there's the update. Life sucks.

 

Not All It's Cracked Up To Be

"Don't worry, you'll be fine", they said.

"Vail Pass is the worst part, the rest is no big deal", they said.

"If you can do 50 miles, then you can do 78", they said.

The Copper Triangle, touted as one of the classic Colorado rides complete with breathtaking scenery, was this past weekend. 78 miles, 3 passes (plus one small mountain everyone forgets to tell you about), 6,000+ feet of elevation gain, lowest elevation 7,500 feet, highest elevation, 11,300 feet.

I've been wanting to do this ride since last year, when S convinced me it would be too hard to get ready, and I should set a different goal instead. I trained for and rode a century, proving that I have what it takes to spend a solid 8-9 hours on two skinny tires. With that under my belt, I made the Copper Triangle one of my goals this year.

Training this year has not been consistent, and there's that whole altitude thing. I live a Mile High, yes...but I don't live TWO miles high. Big difference.

The day of the ride dawned, cloudy, cold and threatening to rain. Most of the day was cloudy, cold and threatening to rain (actually it did rain, but we managed to miss the actual rain showers and only dealt with drizzle and scary wet roads on descents). I spent most of the ride having to pee every half hour, plus alternating between hot and sweaty or freezing cold depending on if I was riding uphill or downhill. The altitude sapped my energy. The cold sapped my energy. At some point I stopped drinking enough liquids, so irritated by the constant need to pee. I didn't eat enough (altitude again).

During the ride I had two good moments. The first descent on dry roads that was relatively straight and wide open, where I was going fast enough that S didn't feel the need to pass me, and the last descent down Vail Pass when I knew all I had was 6 miles between me and the finish line. There was also one horrible moment: within the first hour and a half, near the top of the first pass, I passed an older man who had collapsed and was receiving CPR from fellow cyclists as sirens wailed in the distance rushing to aid. I saw his gray face, as I passed the only way we could get around the scene and wondered if he was going to make it. He didn't.

The following day, every single muscle in my body hurt from stress and dehydration. I hadn't realized I was so dehydrated and spent the entire day sipping water nonstop in an effort to replenish what I had lost. By dinner time, I felt better. At least my skin didn't hurt anymore. Acid reflux has flared something fierce, which is never fun. Especially after seeing someone who died from cardiac arrest and knowing that women typically have reflux-type symptoms during a heart attack and wondering if that's what's really happening despite the fact that I don't have any risk factors for heart disease, according to blood work done in the last year. I feel hypochondriac-like as I look up whether vigorous exercise can trigger reflux, and all the symptoms of heart attack for women. Rest assured, I have exactly one symptom. Acid reflux. Given my history of acid reflux, guess what? It's fucking acid reflux. But hey, at least I stressed out about it all day long.

I wish I could say it was a fun ride despite the weather and despite not being trained enough for it. I can't, though, I'm not that type of person. I need to be trained for these things, and as I found out, training with 2 kids and a full time job, plus a second job as a Jazzercise instructor is damn near impossible. When I'm not trained and I'm struggling with conditions and head trips, the whole event is marred for me. I literally can't stop and smell the roses under those conditions (or see the amazing scenery through the dense fog as it were). Maybe I'll change my mind by the time the spring rolls around again, but right now, I never want to do this ride again. That's an unusual place for me to be in, as with other rides I've done, even though I'm tired and spent and sore at the end, I immediately have looked forward to improving for the next year.

I accomplished something that not everyone can or wants to accomplish. I pushed myself hard to finish and mentally checked out several times ready to quit, only to rally enough to make it to the next aid station, then the next. In my training, I rode Vail Pass and knowing exactly what I was getting into at the end, helped me make the decision to push the last 8 miles up. 

I finished, and it wasn't fun.

Top of the first pass.

Top of the first pass.

Vail Pass. That's I-70 down there, so we've already climbed a lot before the last 8-mile push. Sun finally decided to come out.

Vail Pass. That's I-70 down there, so we've already climbed a lot before the last 8-mile push. Sun finally decided to come out.

 

 

 

 

 

What About Naming?

I came across a question on a transracial adoption FB group: Did you change your child's name? Keep your child's name? Name your child?  This is paraphrased from the original question.

I came across this post on Lainey Gossip (Jjiraffe mentioned her in a post once and I got hooked!)  Can You Choose a Name First? The question comes from a prospective adoptive parent going through the process a second time. As explained in the letter, with their first child, they met the first parents prior to birth, collaborated on the name, and now the child has a name that all 4 parents agreed upon. Pretty cool situation, I think! Not knowing what the next situation will look like, they are in the process of pulling together some names they like to be ready for similar discussions, should the situation be similar in that they meet parents who want to be involved in the naming of their child. I'd also like to add that I like the tone of this letter and the acknowledgement that the first family is ever present in their child's life. (wonder if they read Lori's book?)

Neither S nor I had strong feelings about family names, other than using my maiden name as a middle name. No one in my family or his really follows any naming conventions, at least for first names, plus we aren't the types to feel beholden to any family traditions, preferring instead to make our own.

Baby X

We had started thinking about names early in our waiting process (when we didn't realize it was going to take 2 years) and had actually settled on Calvin as a top pick, with Seth not far behind. Well, then an acquaintance of ours used Calvin for their son and it was ruined for me. I couldn't bear being thought of a baby-name-stealer.  So, Seth became my front runner partially because I don't hear it a whole lot and I thought saddling a kid with a really similar name to Seth McFarlane would be hilarious. S didn't exactly agree with me, but he didn't have any other ideas. There were girl names too, but they're hardly worth talking about because we never landed on a girl's name that we both liked, so yay for only being matched with boys?

After we received news of our match, we reviewed our list of names and S added one. Given that most of the names trended toward English/Irish origins, I felt like they didn't fit given Baby X's Asian Indian/Latino heritage. There was one that I liked better than the others, and we played around with that, another name, and S's last-minute name to the mix.

When we met with the adoption agency for the formal presentation of the situation, we found out that Baby X's mom didn't want to name him, then at the last minute before being discharged decided she did. The name was the same one S wrote down 2 days prior. That was it, she named him, and we liked it. Done, and done. (ok, so, we spent a couple hours that night debating before making a final decision.)

Baby A

Baby A was the baby we were placed with, took home, and three days later the placement fell through. For his name, we were at a total loss. His parents (mom really, dad was less than enthusiastic) had no (supposedly) opinion when it came to names, and asked us to name him. His older sister had an unusual name, and I wanted his name to match hers. It also had to match Baby X's to some extent. After a ton of research over 2 weeks because none of our list felt right, I discovered Axton listed at 1,000 on some baby list. Since I had been waffling around and kind of landed on Ashton (but then kept thinking of Ashton Kut.cher douchebag...), this felt like a cool choice. It actually had a meaning other than someone-threw-an-x-in-this-name-to-make-it-cool so it felt like a real name.  I have no idea if she kept it. Oh, and weird thing, the hospital photographer, a young 20-something, knew someone name Axton. Go figure.

Baby N

We were only matched with Baby N for a week before his father decided to file for paternity. His mother had named him before being discharged from the hospital, and we felt like we should keep the name. It helped that it was a name that we both liked, but we had agreed by this time, that we would feel weird re-naming any baby who already had a name.

Baby Z

Baby Z was a totally different story in the naming department. Once again, we had lists going, but it turned out that even though we could have totally used Calvin or Seth at this point (having lost contact with the couple who used Calvin), neither one of them seemed to fit.  I kept feeling like the first kid was supposed to be one of those names and they had become a running joke. In addition, names that we had like 3 years prior lost their luster and we had trouble coming up with a new list. Baby Z's mother wanted us to name him and in our two meetings did not express any opinions one way or another.

When it came down to it, we had a couple names we liked and then came across the name we ultimately chose. Again, Irish/Gaelic/English didn't seem to fit given his mom's identification with being German, and I guess we have a thing that we like to give our kids names that are of their heritage and not particularly popular.

Funny thing about that name, it was one that I was nervous about people thinking we chose because we are big fans of ----.  Which, yes, I like this particular person's work, but it's not like my house is plastered in it. Anyway, I got over that pretty quick when I started to realize that there are way more people who don't know who that person is. Kind of a shocking discovery, really, because I thought it was ubiquitous, but at least I'm not constantly explaining. What I do end up having to do is repeat the name more than once because it is pretty unusual.

So, that's all our naming stories. How did you come up with your kids' names? Not necessarily adoption related, I'm curious how other people approach naming, and whether the names your children ultimately end up with are the names you originally thought you'd choose.

 

 

 

 

#MicroblogMondays - Training Continues

On my third attempt, I finally bested on of the more difficult hill climbs around. 18 miles of grinding up a hill in granny gear.

The first attempt, I made it 11 miles.

The second attempt, I made it 15 miles.

This weekend, I joined a small group to go for it again, and had a great ride. One of the riders was about the same pace as me on the uphill and the other two just had a nice long rest at the top. That's one of the things about being slow, I hardly get to rest!

Training Frustrations

Last year, I rode my first 100-mile (in one day!) bike ride. I spent hours of weekends on long rides while S watched the kids and outran a few thunderstorms on weekday evenings. It was hard, but exhilarating when I completed the ride, covered in 4 layers of sunblock, sweaty and exhausted. 

Naturally, the chorus of 'What's my next challenge???' bounced around my head all winter. I chose this year to do a ride in the mountains. 78 miles, 3 passes, and up to 11,000 feet in elevation. S agreed to do it with me and here we are a little over a month from the ride and I have just started trying to train at higher elevations. Weather hasn't cooperated, my travel schedule hasn't cooperated, and then there's that whole raising 2 kids thing.  

No wonder every fellow woman cyclist I meet is either a younger racer or 50+ years old with teenagers or grown kids. This shit is hard with little kids. it's hard to find the time, and sometimes hard to find the motivation. I can't train consistently enough to progress and I'm still as slow as I was last year. I regularly witness old men, overweight dudes, and women years older than me pass me. 

*sigh* 

I know there's always someone stronger faster better, I'm not new to that concept, but when it's NOT a 20 year old, it's demoralizing. Motivation for getting on my bike is waning, but we already paid the money.  

I'm riding 78 miles whether I want to or not. 

Plus I already registered for that 100 mile ride at the end of August too. 

#MicroblogMondays - Realities of "In Training"

This year, I decided that kicking my ass on a bicycle in the mountains was a really great idea. So far, I've been feeling really stressed out over my work schedule, trying to stay (and failing) on top of planning my Jaz.zercise classes, and I'm irritated that we have no money to pay for a professional landscaper.  Because I've decided that endurance cycling is one of my things, we can't get to the landscaping and our front yard is downright embarrassing. Lest you wonder why S doesn't do it while I'm off riding, or why I don't do it when he's off riding on Sundays, or why we don't do it in the afternoons:  getting anything accomplished while being the only parent around has proved difficult for both of us. Sure, we'll stick them in front of the tv for an hour, but in that hour, it's usually a feeble attempt to pick up, do dishes and laundry (or in my case, put together a Jaz.zercise set). There's social engagements, or shopping for gifts, or just plain trying to shop, because despite my attempt to get everything online, I still have to find time to go to a brick and mortar store at least every other week. Shit does not get done on weekends.

Saturday morning, at 6:45am, I dragged myself up to the foothills to try to ride a mountain pass. I made it about 11 miles, up to 10,000 feet.

It was amazing.

The landscaping will wait.

 

 

 

#MicroblogMondays - Making the Best of a Long Trip

Last week, I was on two trips. The first was to visit my brother and his family over the weekend, followed by site visits to 3 dams and a couple of face to face meetings. Visiting with my brother was great, I met my niece, newest addition to the family, played with my older niece, and lazed around his house for a couple of days (part of the laziness was due to a bad allergy attack that 2 types of meds couldn't tamp down).

I drove at least 200 miles in between flights to accomplish all this; screwed up the rental car reservation; forgot to use my personal credit card on one of the rental car fill-ups; had a 5am flight on Friday morning (ouch!); and now face what will feel like a mountain of paperwork and judgement to straighten it all out. Good times.

But, while I was out there, I was able to visit some nice areas and take a little time to wander around.

 

 

I Don't Know What To Write

I could continue the saga that is my family life, but I'd wager you're all sick of it. Long and short of it, my parents are out of the country and while I was told that they were going on vacation, they didn't tell me where. I think one of my brothers is with them too. I found. out in a group text my mom sent complaining about their seats on the airplane. I could go all into the details and analyze all the reasons why she probably didn't tell me, but I'd rather not bore you. 

I'm working a lot and the busy travel season has begun. Thought I would have time to write on this trip, and while that's true, I don't have time like I thought. Plus, I don't have ideas. 

I suppose I need to start using this space like I did before and keep lots of my real thoughts off FB. I'm sure I alienated people with my recent rant about race as it pertains to my kid. When that post went up, S wondered what kind of day I was having. It was a PMS day, and in my world, even on meds PMS is no fucking joke. I get so irritable and its hard to control and I tend to inflate things. Lately, I feel that edginess coming on even earlier than it used to. Freaking hormones. 

So, that's it. You get a post about nothing.... 

A Week in the Life Of Geochick

Well, that was a hilarious statement I made about posting once a week.

I've had trouble writing ever since we completed the adoption process once and for all. I don't know what to write about if I'm not bitching about the wait or how I feel about waiting, or infertility. I've substituted that with the ongoing family issues I have, but now that I'm thoroughly entrenched in therapy and estrangement, I kind of don't want to write about it. At some point, it becomes repetitive and unhelpful. But, as an update to the last post, I talked about it in therapy and was given a couple of empowerment exercises. One was to email my cousin, which I did. When I sent the e-mail I felt sick and shaky. Apparently that's how I react to empowering myself to speak up. Which is hilarious when I think about how I see myself as someone who can ask for what they want. Except that I don't most of the time. Anyway, cousin told me she had no idea I wasn't invited and she was sorry it happened that way. Positive response and I think maybe she's getting it slowly that our mothers are control freaks. The second e-mail needs to go to my mom, and it is a repeat of other times when I have asked my mom to stop speaking for me and to suggest family members talk to me directly. I haven't sent that one yet. I might puke when I do.

I have a hard time thinking that any of you are interested in my day to day life of 2 kids and work and exercise. So, are you interested? Because here it is! For all I know I've done it before, but hey, things are insane now.

Monday - S takes the kids to daycare and I pick up while S works out at the gym or goes biking. Sometimes I drag my ass out of bed early in the morning to lift some weights in my basement. Lately, that has not been happening. I try to get into work a little bit early, generally spend the day trying to stay on top of all my projects and emails and then leave exhausted to pick up the kids, wrangle X and Baby Z, make dinner and listen to the X complain about what I made. Sometimes he eats, sometimes he doesn't. At least Baby Z eats although he's at the age where some pickiness is showing. Sometimes I let X play on his Kind.le or watch tv for about an hour and sometimes I say no, which can lead to a whole lot of "I don't like yous" directed at me.

Tuesday - I take the kids to daycare and S picks up. I used to work out Tuesday nights, but now it's a rest day because I'm old. I can't work out Tuesday night then teach at 6am in the morning. I really couldn't tell you what I've been doing on Tuesdays lately. Probably trying to review my class for the morning.

Wednesday - I teach Jazz.ercise at 6am, which comes super early. Work all day, then pick up the kids from daycare. Everything that happens on Monday tends to repeat on Wednesday.

Thursday - I take the kids to daycare and S picks up. I ride my bike after work or go to the gym to lift weights. (we joined the Y a few months ago). Lately, it's been focused on riding my bike. If the weather sucks, the Y has a spin class I can go to. Now, the Y's instructors, at least for spin, leave something to be desired. I'm pretty disappointed. Anyhoo, I get home and S has made or ordered dinner. (we're getting better about making more dinners)

Friday - Total rest day. I usually take the kids to daycare and S picks up and then it's beer-thirty.

Saturday - It's summer and I'm in cycling training hardcore. I do a 4-5 hour ride at this point, then do some other household tasks maybe...mostly chasing kids around.

Sunday - S does his cycling training or goes mountain biking. He's gone for 4-5 hours. I teach Jazzer.cise in the afternoon. Usually I'm trying to learn a couple routines and put my set together for the week once S gets home. Or I put X in front of a movie when Baby Z takes a morning nap (which is going away...nooooo!) In between there's a lot of kid time and not so much cleaning or meal prep like should be getting accomplished.

So, how do we try to keep the house in order? It's no freaking lie, it takes a village. We have cleaners come in once a month so that at least the house gets a decent cleaning. I try to keep up as much as I can in-between, but lately, I see the mess as immunity building. Ha, I'm taking after S. We also use a grocery delivery service and order copious amounts of stuff online thru Ama.zon subscribe and save. Our Cos.tco card is severely underused of late! I also use online recipe planning services for dinner planning and grocery shopping. I should meal prep on Sundays and sometimes I manage to do a little bit of that, but it's definitely something that I'd rather NOT do. It does make dinner making during the week easier when I do it, but most of the time the last thing I feel like doing is standing in my kitchen chopping vegetables for 2 hours. Currently, our front yard is a nightmare. The xeriscape that went in several years ago is in need of a major refresh and we don't have money to hire a landscaper to do it, so it's going to fall to us. Given that the two of us combined spend up to 10 hours a weekend working out, it's a slow process that has barely started and it's already June. 

That's pretty much it. How do you deal with a busy lifestyle?

About Extended Family

I'm not invited to my cousins baby showers.

So, that leaves me to wonder, who is driving the ship? One of my cousins knows about my strained relationship with my mom, yet I'm not invited. Not that I could travel across country for these but it still kind of stings. 

How did I find out? 

Well, funny thing, I invited my parents to the memorial service for S's grandfather. Afterwards my mom tells me she'll be out of town on a certain weekend. I figure out pretty quickly it's for a baby shower and her response is this, "They didn't know if they should invite you because it might make you upset."

Lets unpack for a minute. Suppose they are being sensitive to my infertility all of the sudden. How about being sensitive to the infertile one by asking that person?  Oh right, triangulation. 

 

 

 

Lows and Highs

I'm back!

Well, back for now, I would like to think I'll blog once a week or so from here on out, but let's get real. Life gets in the way of my blogging.

You know what I think happened? I think I've been depressed for months. I think the stress of the job change, the estrangement, weighty issues, and parenting all combined together to send me into a deep dark funk. Cele.xa at 10mg (half dose) just barely kept my sh*t together enough to function. Therapy has been ongoing and hard. Really hard. I read Brene Brown's Daring Greatly, and instead of being empowering, it helped send me into the downward spiral. But hey, self help books usually have that effect on me, it's why I hardly ever read them. It's too easy to go down the mental path: I'm not good enough, why can't I be vulnerable, why are those people able to do it and I can't, and ending with f*ck the author, this is me dammit, why can't I just be me? Why can't people accept me?

Clearly, I have not gotten to the point in therapy where I recognize that the me I show to the outside world really is NOT me. The only person who sees all of me is my husband.

I suck at vulnerable.

I'm trying to be better.

It made me depressed to try to be better.

Not really sure how I'm going to navigate this.

In the couple months I've been gone, I've been struggling mightily with weight. I grew up with a mother who constantly struggled with weight, and extended family who also struggled with weight. I grew up terrified that I would one day end up obese and yo-yo dieting like everyone else in my family. I also grew up on stage, as a ballet dancer where the skinnier you are, the better. It's not shocking that I have body image issues tied to ideas of self-worth. Up until a couple of years ago, I've been able to keep it in check, and I've been able to easily maintain a weight that, while it wasn't my ultimate goal, was enough to make me feel good about myself. Almost 10 pounds in 2 years has been gained. That 10 pounds isn't coming off easily. I've struggled using the Eat to Perform Wave Method, and have been frustrated with my lack of progress. But here I am, finally seeing a miniscule bit of progress, losing a little over a pound in the past few weeks by being hyperaware of everything I put in my mouth. By tracking all my calories, protein, carbs and fat. It sounds horrific, doesn't it? It's not easy, and it's been sucking up all my brainpower to get this piece figured out. To figure out what it's going to take to get back into the clothes hanging in my closet that no longer fit, and while I know that magical number on the scale may not ever get as low as I would like, I'm hoping I can build muscle and lose fat in order to have a better aesthetic.

I've also struggled with injury and sickness. Not sure if you all know this, but Influenza A sucks donkey-balls. That sh*t took me out completely for a solid week, and then another 3 weeks before I felt energetic again. And that was with Tami.flu. I had been going to my Ac.tive Rel.ease (ART) chiropractor every week for months trying to keep my body from falling apart. If it wasn't the knee, it was a shoulder, or my back, or my calf, or everything all at once. When a guy who works on the professional sports teams, Ironmen/Ironwomen, and does triathlons himself tells me that my body is telling me to take a f*cking break....I ignore him. Yeah, seriously, I ignored him for a while, blowing him off thinking that I don't do that much, that can't possibly be the reason why all this sh*t is coming down the pike. It was the flu that finally pushed me over the edge.  I finally started taking steps to slow down a little bit. I dropped one of the Jazz.ercise classes I teach, going down to 2x a week. Through trial and error (on-going by the way), I've discovered that I need at least 2 rest days a week, and I can't work out the night before I teach a 6am class. I used to be able to pull that off, but I don't recover from workouts the way I used to. 

This is the first week since I took my blogging break that I have felt good.  Well, half of this week anyway.  A few days I ago I told S that I'm definitely in a depression. I tried to describe the black cloud that hangs over me coloring all my perceptions, making me slightly paranoid and making my temper shorter than ever. He didn't get it. So, I guess he's never been depressed. All he saw was that for a long time now I've been especially cranky.

Mid-week, when I had 2 rest days in a row then got up and taught my 6am class with energy and a clear head, I suddenly felt better.  Maybe it's figuring out the workout schedule so that I'm not exhausted anymore, or maybe it's figuring out how to eat so that I get the nutrients I need, and see progress on the scale. Not many of the other things are getting better: therapy is still f*cking hard and I'm quite happy I can't go for another month due to my schedule. I'm still estranged emotionally although there's been limited contact so the kids can see the grandparents.

I hope this isn't a high that turns into a low in two weeks. If that happens, I might have a bigger problem on my hands.

 

 

Break Time

While I've waffled a lot over whether to keep blogging, and recommitted every time,  it's time to listen to what I need. I have so many transitions occurring now that it's time to step away for real. Blogging has become something I "should" do rather than something I "want" to do. 

I've been in my new job for a couple of months and it has become apparent that I need serious work in the realm of Emotional Intelligence. It intersects with the work I'm doing I therapy on vulnerability and shame. I feel intense pressure to get my reactions and approach under control (I roll my eyes a lot I've been told, too aggressive, and interrupt).  I told my supervisor that I want to go as high as I can in the organization, and she is suggesting that if I really work on this aspect, that there will be nothing to stop me. Coupled with that I need to work on my personal relationships and learn how to be vulnerable. S is the only person who really gets to witness Geochick minus the walls. Of course, I also need to work on parenting the exact opposite way that I was parented. 

There's a lot on my plate and some things have to go. I hope to be back in the future. 

Meanwhile, when you're driving and pass road cyclists, think of how much you like that Geochick person who blogs and give them 3-ft of room. 

 

Peace out.  

 

 

 

#MicroblogMondays - Fashion

WHEEEEEE! The Broncos are the World Champions!!!! (of the United States)

And onto the subject at hand: I like fashion, and I like to be trendy (to a point, after all I don't have an unlimited clothes budget). I've always liked to look put together, and as soon as I could wear makeup and accessorize, I went for it. (Much to the chagrin of my parents who call people who follow trends sheep. Whatevs). I've slowly embraced the fact that I like fashion, and instead of feeling shame every time I go shopping, I feel happy-ish. The shame is still there, especially when I feel like I can't spend the money, but it rears it's head less often now.

I think that's why I like Stitch Fix so much. It's instant gratification on my doorstep instead of spending hours browsing stores and stressing out over what I can buy and what I can't buy. And when I can try on clothes one day, then put together a super cute outfit like this the next:

Well, that makes me feel AWESOME.

 

p.s. Like that crappy tile? That's what was under our carpeting that we had to pull up when our basement flooded last summer. The things you find in an old house...

pps. How about those 2-lb weights? Santa brought those for X because X kept trying to do the Body Beast workout with me. Funny, he got his own weights and now he could care less about the workouts. ha.

Stitch Fix #6

It's been a while since I was able to justify getting a Fix due to Chri.stmas bills and Baby Z's hospital bills. I got a couple of referral credits (yay!) over the past few months, and I decided I could get a box, so I ordered one up!

I changed up my profile a little bit, sadly needing to update my measurements. (I'm working on that post) I also redid my pinterest board and pinned things from the SF pinterest boards that I like as well as some other random picks from fashion boards.

I got the same stylist, Dani again even though I didn't specifically ask for her. I was curious to see if she would be assigned to me, or if I'd end up with a different stylist. Happily, it was her!

With no further ado, the contents of my Fix:

Bancroft Yara Stone Layering Necklace - $34

I like this, but I say that I don't want any accessories in my fix. I think the reason why I got this is that I changed the price level on accessories from blank to "the cheaper the better", so that must have triggered something in the algorithm to suggest a necklace. Anyway, it's really pretty and even though I wouldn't spend that much money on costume jewelry (always trolling clearance and thrift stores for necklaces and scarves), I thought I could keep it if I liked the rest of the box.

Skies are Blue Arca Henley Blouse - $58

Love this top! It's tunic length on me and really comfortable. I had asked for something like a tunic that I can wear with leggings and this fit the bill. The color is closest to the hanging pictures I took, kind of a purple-y blue. The picture I took of myself wearing it didn't really turn out that well. I don't think it looks like a sack when I'm wearing it IRL because the fabric flows so easily.

41Hawthorn Filbert 3/4 Sleeve Popover Blouse - $58

Perfect neutral blouse for work. Love this. I paired it with the Tart blazer from my last Fix, and the necklace from this Fix to see how it looked in an outfit. Sold!

Market & Spruce Corinna Striped Dolman Top - $48

I've seen this in a couple of other people's SF reviews and really liked it. I didn't specifically ask for it, but man am I glad Dani chose it for me! It's super soft and comfy and I can see wearing it often.

Liverpool Reagan Skinny Pant - $88

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This is a closeup of the pants I'm wearing in all of my pictures. They're dark gray but this picture is lighter because I used a flash to show the pattern. The pants are really comfortable, except that they were a little snug. I was going to put up with the snugness, after all, I plan on losing the extra weight I'm carrying. BUT, one of the most important fashion rules I learned by watching What Not to Wear (back in the day) is that you buy clothes that fit now, not in the future. So, I e-mailed SF on Saturday to ask about exchanging the pants for the next size up. By the end of the day, they had located the larger size and given me instructions for the exchange. That's some pretty sweet customer service!

The Verdict:

The entire box = KEPT! There really wasn't anything in the box that I put on and thought, nah....I don't like this. Plus, between the referral credits and the gift card I got as incentive to fill out a health survey through my health insurance, I get a pretty sizeable discount on top of the 25% for buying the whole shebang.

Interested in checking out Stitch Fix?  Here's my bullet list of suggestions for getting a good Fix. And here's my referral link (yes, I get $25 credit when you order your first fix)

  • Completely fill out the style profile
  • Take your measurements (no cheating!) and put them in your style profile in the box they provide for comments
  • In the comment box on the style profile also include why you can't wear certain fabrics, or don't want certain colors. For example, I've received a couple of wool blends that had very little wool, but even 5% wool makes me itch. So, this past time I wrote that I could not wear any amount of wool, and no wool showed up
  • Make a pinterest board as SF suggests and update it everytime you schedule a fix
  • Post pics of your fix on FB - it's gotten me a couple referrals!
  • When you check out, be specific about why you do or don't like an item
  • Don't give up if the first few fixes aren't awesome. It takes a while to get it dialed in

 

#MicroblogMondays - Estrangement

 

 

If you've been following my blog for a while, you know I've had some really upsetting revelations and interactions with my family over the past few years. I learned that the way I was raised and treated by my parents is not the way most people raise and treat their children. Especially when their children become adults. It's been earth shattering and extremely difficult to deal with. I've been trying different things, like setting boundaries, being assertive, and asking for what I need from (especially) my mom. My dad is largely silent and barely talking to me at this point.

Well, when the same exact thing happened that has happened time and time again, and when I expressed to my mother that I was hurt by her actions and felt like she wasn't being cognitive of my hurt and what I've been through, it was finally over.  It turned into the same fight, me trying to impress upon her what I need, and her dismissing my needs one by one.

I haven't talked to her since.

Small Annoyances

I've had an eyeshadow/blush palette for the better part of a year. I think the recommendation is to get rid of eyeshadow/blush after 6 months because of the potential of bacteria multiplying like rabbits. I use this palette almost every single day of the week, and it barely looks like I've made a dent. I hate throwing it away when it looks practically new, but is it worth the risk of eye infection? Well, I'm not getting rid of it tomorrow, or even next month. Maybe in June?

Why do bras become worthless after six months? Not that I've ever actually replaced a bra after six months, but they definitely get pretty stretched out and worn by the time I replace them. At least I learned this year that I don't have to wash them every single day. With that in mind, I replaced all my bras, bought new ones and plan on replacing them once a year. I guess. For not much material, and a design that has been used for decades, they sure are expensive. I spent the same amount of money on a new bra as I did on a new trenchcoat.

Those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head. What are your small annoyances?

 

 

 

 

#MicroblogMondays - Waking Up White

I joined a book club specifically reading the book Waking Up White by Debby Irving. It's not an ideal time to be reading and digesting super heavy topics when I'm barely keeping up (more like two steps behind) my life in general. But these things hardly ever pop up when I'm in a restful and reflective state. So, I plow on, because if I don't do it now, it'll never be read.

 

Transitions

My new job is kicking my ass, as I stated in my last Microblog Monday post. Overnight I went from sitting in my cube and deciding when to talk to people to inundated with information and questions.

It's not bad, it's just rough right now. My brain is overloaded with information, and because I know the processes from being on the other side as a design engineer, I feel pressure to come up to speed like yesterday. I find it difficult to cut myself slack, because I'm learning a new job. The problem with me being in transition is that it affects so many aspects of my life. I can't focus on other things, like teaching my Jaz.zercise classes because my brain is flooded with stress. There have been more than one class that I've totally screwed up because I'm so distracted. While I'm not sure that the students pick up on how much I've screwed up on a handful of routines out of 15 or so that I teach in an hour long class, I certainly freak out when I'm on stage struggling to remember what comes next. Sometimes I can move through one screwed up routine and everything is fine, and others it's a house of cards, and it's one screw up after another.

On top of all this sort of typical transition because I have a new job kind of thing, Baby Z is sick again. Where X hardly ever got sick, Baby Z has had numerous trips to the doctor's office. Our latest foray is a strep an ear infection (even with tubes in his ears) that resisted the first round of antibiotics. This kid has had so many rounds of antibiotics over the past 8 months or so that it's ridiculous. At least compared to our previous experiences that is. So, imagine getting the phone call from daycare on a day that you're just settling in to finally read documents you've been meaning to read for two weeks. Yup, there went Friday.

I can't find time to work on weekends anymore, so I guess said documents will have wait until Monday when another flurry of e-mail, phone calls and meetings commence. Maybe I'll find time this weekend. I can only hope.

About This Boy Thing (all about kids)

You know how moms of boys talk about what it's like to raise boys? That they're loud and pee all over the seat, make gross noises, etc etc.

It's true.

S isn't a kind of guy who encourages such behavior. Not that he will squash it, but unlike a few men I know, he won't teach it or otherwise introduce it.

The other day, I listened to this all the way home from daycare: "hahaha Mom I farted on my arm!"

over and over and over again.

Did I mention that Baby Z copied X and started making the same noises by blowing on his hand?

X thought that was HI-larious.