8.13.2011

I am NOT a size 2

I would like to apologize in advance to all the people this post will offend.
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I am not a size 2.

My stretch marks are not stretch marks with this 3 inches of fat around my middle.

I am not a size 2.

I cannot fit into the jeans I wore in high school.

I am not a size 2.

I have 2 kids, not 2 sizes on my pants.

I am not an XS.

What am I? 13?

I am not an XS.

Larger bras should have been purchased this summer.

I am not an XS.

Or a size 2.

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But seriously, are we really that large as a nation that even mid-sized women are considered skinny? For the first time since I was 18, I fit into pants smaller than size 4, and shirts smaller than medium. I was so excited to come home this summer to find clothes that fit me as I'm too big or tall for all the clothes in China. Yet, I worry that next year I'll return and be too large for anything.

What gives?

Sure, this country's pant-line is expanding, but really, increasing the measurements on the clothes doesn't do anyone any sort of good.

Why lose weight if you continue to be 30 pounds overweight but keep going down in pant sizes?

Why try to exercise more if you are finally a size S shirt without trying?

Why worry about heart disease, diabetes, and our children's lowered life expectancy if everyone else is doing it and saying it's okay?

Debt crisis be damned. Increase the cost of sitting on your ass and then this country may act. I was compassionate for too long. Now I'm just disgusted.
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I am NOT a size 2.
Wearing my brand new, SIZE 2, Old Navy jeans

7.12.2011

Lightning and Thunder and Rain, Oh my!

I returned from a bout of traveling last week and have since experienced the oddest Colorado weather I can remember. Thunderstorms? Sure. Rain? Definitely. But day after day after day of severe weather and flood warnings in this place known as a high desert has got me stumped. For the past half hour I have been listening to continuous thunder spurned from multiple layers of lightning. The rain, though heavy, seems insignificant compared to the flash and crash of the clouds. 

And like that, it's gone. 

For six days now the weather has been as such. Mostly in the afternoon and evening (typical Colorado), these storms disrupt relaxed post-dinner rides home with hurricane dramatics, bubbly trampoline-bouncing toddlers, and quiet evenings on the porch. 

Really, the point of all this flowery writing?

What gives?!

Is this the confirmation scientists have been looking for about climate change (please?)? Is this an 'off' year? Is this the monsoon that ends the draught? Can El Niño be blamed? 

I guess I sound as if I'm complaining. I'm not. Our recent jaunt to Breckenridge has shown me how beautiful Colorado can be when adequately watered; how fast and fun swollen rivers are when record snowfall melts and rains dump.

But it is just strange.

6.24.2011

Email Blog Post

Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3.

Cool.

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Abby

Still here

I know, I know. I started the year wanting to do a post a day, and here I am over one month since a post. The absence of angry emails tells me no one's madder about this than me.

Anyway, I feel an update is in order. Here goes:

I finished my first year teaching. Whew. I'm still a bit in shock that it's over so this is all that can be said now. Next week I have a work thing away from family that will give me plenty of time to reflect. I'm sure I'll have more to say then.

We arrived back in the States on Monday after traveling back in time. As one of the biggest fans of the Back to the Future trilogy you'll meet, this was pretty freakin' cool. We left our house in Chongqing at 7 am June 20th and arrived at our Denver location at 9 pm June 20th after 29 hours of traveling. Okay, so the only cool thing about the whole travel experience was the time travel. I would not suggest doing this sort of craziness with children unless you need to. They were great - but I was so exhausted I fell asleep in random places and luckily had a great husband to care for the kids.

Being back is odd. I don't know how else to describe it. I've been asked about "reverse culture shock" - I guess reverse just because I should be cool with coming back. But sure, I've had that stuff. People here are more friendly, but they can also understand everything I say. It's a bit unsettling to go 10 months with people completely uncomprehending anything you say or motion with exaggerated charades and then return to a place where your every expression is analyzed and interpreted. I think the strangest thing communication-wise so far is with the girls on the playground. They are used to not talking to other kids they play next to, knowing they will not be understood. Here, even when they hear kids speaking English they are silent. And a bit reserved.

Going to the grocery store is pretty weird. Did you realize how expensive things are here? I spent more money in one trip to the store than I spend in 2 weeks eating and buying random goodies in China. Subsidies all around but to different degrees. Hmm...

There's blue sky! Lots of it!

The air smells good here. Even walking into the airport in San Francisco was a noticeable difference from being in airports in China (though Beijing's airport, I must say, is the cleanest I've seen in all my world travels). Every day I walk outdoors I take a deep breath and take in all the smells I've been missing - flowers, grass, dirt...And I'm not used to it yet. It's odd. I thought a couple days and I'd be acclimated. Maybe everything here is just super smelly this year. Or maybe my olfactory neurons have been deprived for so long that they will continue to fire as long as I have the ions for it.

I know. Science geek.

In other news, my girls are awesome and making their mother gush. HD is really getting into pretend play and will sit and play by herself for really long periods (an hour!) with little to no parental involvement. It's great from a needing-a-little-space mother's point-of-view. But also it is so cool to see the worlds she creates. The characters, settings, plots - if only almost 4-year-olds could write.

PB is, well, PB. She's adorable, speaking in full sentences (English and Mandarin!) and can draw a 'p'. It still feels weird sometimes seeing that I have two kids. I mean, how did that happen? But the joy of seeing PB and how she is who she is because of her placement in the family is pretty rad. She gets us more than we get ourselves. She's two and can work me so well. She knows the best times to throw a fit so I'll cave. She knows how to get attention when it's lacking. And she knows how to work her sister so HD is the one yelled at and not her.

I'm already dreading the teenage years.

Though I have many plans for this summer, one is definitely to do more writing. I'll be honest, it may not be here, but surely you'll hear about it at some point. The plan is to relax, feel like writing is a fun thing I do sometimes, rather than the chore it's been the past few months. So I'll see you soon.

And anyway, I can access this thing whenever I want for the next 2 months so I might as well take advantage.