Thursday, May 14, 2015

The Pre-Fitbloggin Post.

June 25-28, Denver, CO
For new DubyaWife readers this post will seem confusing and weird.
This is not the blog post you're looking for, move along.

For the rest of you, you'll love this one. Lemme splain...



What is Fitbloggin?
Fitbloggin is an annual fitness blogger conference (since 2010) that was started by Roni Noone. Each year it educates fitness bloggers on health and wellness, blogging tips and tricks, and is generally just a fun conference to go to. It's been in Baltimore, Portland, Savannah, and this year (end of June 2015) in Denver. If you haven't bought tickets yet, go here now. It will be the best money you've ever spent.

If you're a n00b, read/watch these first. 

"It's intimidating, cause you're one of the popular ones."
That's a quote (paraphrased) from a fellow Fitbloggin attendee and friend. Da faq?
On being popular: When it was said I looked over my shoulder to see if Carla Birnberg or Lisa Johnson were behind me. I've never, I repeat, never have considered myself a popular blogger. Or even popular at Fitbloggin.  If the statement is true then the popularity only has to do with my familiarity. and being obnoxious I've gone 4-5 years in a row and thus I know the ropes. That's not popularity, that's just being old. 
On intimidation: This is going to sound harsh, but the feeling of intimidation has to do with fear. Being in an unfamiliar place, new people, new experiences - that can all be very scary. Problem with that is it leads us to a "fight or flight" response and we all usually choose flight. That doesn't work at Fitbloggin. Fight that fear. I've heard this song before: "Fitbloggin can be cliquish" and maybe that's true for some of the asshats attendees, but if you find yourself thinking that about everyone you may be your problem. #toughlove
What to expect. 
Expect people to know each other. Expect people to to squeal and hug and gravitate towards those that they know. Expect to sweat and look nasty at the workouts all the time. Expect food. Expect swag. Expect to learn. Expect people to talk about wycwyc. Expect to cry, multiple times. Expect fat people. Expect skinny people. Expect black, white, polka-dotted and ginger people. Expect someone to be faster, more muscular than you. Expect someone to be slower, and less muscular than you. Expect real people. Expect to make meaningful connections with real people.

Why I go. 
Squad.

To put it simply... I'm just like every other woman out there trying to be healthy and struggling with weight loss and ultimately, self-esteem.  I just happen to have group of online friends who relate and support me in these efforts. They are my squad. They help me. Exercise, blogging, and meeting like-minded people. Fitbloggin encompasses all those facets.  Once a year I get to see my friends IRL (even though we talk almost every day via social media). These are relationships that have developed over a number of years. In order to stay sane in life, you’ve got to find other things or people in your life that bring you value. Fitbloggin adds value to my life.


The truth. 
It never fails that each year I go to Fitbloggin it's with 50% excitement, 50% dread. 10% gas. I always feel like I'm not skinny healthy enough. I have anxiety that I will not remember names, forget faces, and make someone feel "less than" because I didn't do a good enough job of being friendly. I feel intimidated by the other strong women and always doubt my abilities at each Fitbloggin workout. There's a lot of "I" statements going on here.

A request.
Reality is... while at Fitbloggin I'm always shocked and overwhelmed with the outpouring of love and support. All that anxiety, self-doubt... goes away the moment I hear "DubyaWife!" So if you're reading this, and you're going to Denver in June. Please please please, find me, grab my attention, remove the bacon from my mouth, and let's talk. Let's hug. Let's cry. Let's get to know each other. Be part of my squad. I need more squad in my life. oops, I mean squats... sorry, I need squats... I need more squats in my life. 

p.s. Dubya is coming with me. this will. be. epic.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

First World Problems: No Electricity

With the earthquake in Nepal, marriage equality fight in SCOTUS, and the riots in Baltimore you may have missed the news reports about the storm that came through my neighborhood in South Louisiana. I blame the media for not notifying you of this horrendous event. My problems are more important than anything on the news. Cause srsly as a white upper middle class female I've been without power for three days. Three. Days. People. Where's my interview with Diane Sawyer so this can be corrected? How is this not the most important thing to fix on anyone's agenda! Doesn't the world revolve around me! < / sarcasm >

With over 60 mph gusts and some swirling clouds through the heart of my city, I have to say it was pretty scary. During the storm I was hunkered down int he hallway with my coffee and a flashlight. All that one needs to live.

Here's just a few things that I'd like to mention about the suckage of no electricity.
  • Pooping without the fan on. 
  • Taking a shower in eerie glowy lamp light. This is how horror movies start. 
  • No white noise. And the "it's too quiet feeling."
  • Coffee. No coffee pot. This is everything. Send help. 
  • That muscle memory of flipping on a switch and then remembering that you don't have electricity or as I like to call it "Electricity Alzheimer's." What? come at me bro
  • Feeling like you're grimey all the time cause the windows are open and the AC isn't circulating, so there's just this haze of human ick and it's all over you. 
  • Trying to keep your food in your fridge cold, but knowing that I'm going to have to throw away most of it. 
  • Having to go out to eat all the time cause I can't cook at home. 
  • Can't charge cell phones. 
  • No TV. 
  • No Video Games.
  • No Alexa
  • Seeing people in your neighborhood who either have lights or have generators and hating them. 
  • Stop lights that are out and spending a lifetime going through them because no one understands the idea of a four way stop at these things so it's a constant battle of "Should I go? I think... Is it my turn?... He's going... Okay I'm gonna go..."
  • Traffic cause of aforementioned stop light idiocy. 
  • Those over zealous neighbors who have already cleared away their debris and my house still looks like something out of the Walking Dead. "No, Carol, I will not look at your flowers..."
  • Having someone tell you their power came back on but their cable is still out so they have to watch movies and TV on their laptop instead of their regular TV... -_____-
  • Having to work... Cause a) you don't sleep well, b) there's this annoyance of your personal crap not taken care of and c) everyone else HAS POWER. 
In all seriousness my problems are nothing compared to the issues around the globe right now. But dammit I miss my juice. A few good things have been that the weather has been cool enough to open windows, putting together a puzzle with the DubyaFam, and our general commiserating about the situation. In all, it makes you appreciate the convenience of life all that more.

EDIT: If you post a comment about how you still have power... I'll go Liam Neeson on your ass. 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Use White Privilege for Justice

I'm a white mid-30s, heterosexual woman. I have all the advantages of life and rarely am discriminated. Except that I'll always make less money than my male counterparts and get cat-called by men fairly regularly. Favorite example: "Wow, girl, you got dat black ass." My ass is so white that I make a marshmallow look tan.

Discrimination happens every. day. And if you think privilege isn't a thing... take a moment to think about these:

How often do you hear disparaging remarks about skinny women?
How often are you suspicious of a white guy in a hoodie?
Do you get followed around in a retail store?

Privilege is real.

I want to talk about white privilege.
In the world today there's plenty of "stances" people can take. Women's rights. Gay rights. Black lives matter. There's a lot of inequality and there's plenty of people fighting the good fight to make it right. But there's a problem...

When a woman cries feminism she's doing it because she's a woman.
When a gay guy cries for equality, he's doing it because he's gay.
When a black guy cries for justice, he's doing it cause he's black.
These are not the people of privilege.

If you want gay marriage to be legal... If you want black lives to matter... If you want women to be paid as much as men, you have to use your privilege for justice.

When a white privileged male stands up for all those things he does it because it's the right. thing. to do. Let me repeat that, it's the right thing to do. Privileged voices are heard much greater than the underdogs. It's like when your mom tells you you're beautiful and you think "She's my mom she has to say that." And that's true.

But, maybe you're a white male that supports gay marriage and thinking "But they'll think I'm gay."
1) Grow up.
2) The only way that perception can change is if more and more heterosexual males become comfortable enough to not give a fuck about the "gay agenda." More people who don't give a fuck = less fucks will be given. Basic 8th grade algebra.

This is a call to action to everyone with White Male Privilege out there.  Wield your power. Use it for justice. If you're standing idly by and not actively talking about these issues, or showing your support then you are basically taking advantage of it.

And that makes you the problem.

Use your white privilege for justice.

Plus, if you don't use it, it falls off. Or so I've heard.