Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Fitbloggin '11: Precious Moments

So Fitbloggin is over and the recaps are flying over the intarwebz. Twitter is alive with talk of fireman, crab cakes, push ups in the lobby, and yes - two fingers.

As I reflect back on the discussion, the panels, the sponsors, the entirety of it all - I'm overwhelmed. How do I take three days of pure motivation and capture it to put in my blog for you, dear reader. How do I transfer the support, raw feelings, and ... love that was shared?

Unfortunately, I can't. I can't recreate it. I can't transfer it. I can't send it to you.

I have so many ideas, so many new products to try out, so much to change that its tough to consolidate it all and make it into this ONE GREAT BLOG POST. So I won't try.

What I will do for my recap of Fitbloggin is to emphasize the one universal truth that you will find from everyone's recaps: precious moments.

There is nothing that can replace being face to face, one on one with someone. And to take it a step further, with someone whom you've shared the most intimate details of your life with. Someone who you've let into your little coocoon of emotions.

There's no bullshit, no masks... pure, raw, real people. And that is where Fitbloggin stands out.

I have this movie that I absolutely love called Four Feathers (with Heath Ledger). I can't watch it too much or it makes me cry, but the movie is about a young man going into the English Army, but then being fearful or scared of dying. So he quits. His family and friends shun him, his fiancee breaks off the engagament, he's crushed. But when he finds out that his friends are in trouble and need him, he stops at nothing to rescue them. He risks his life to save them. In the end his best friend is blinded, and gives a speech to the entire regiment after the war is done. Here's the quote:
Jack Durrance: You may be lost, but you are not forgotten. For those who have travelled far, to fight in foreign lands, know that the soldier's greatest comfort is to have his friends close at hand. In the heat of battle it ceases to be an idea for which we fight. Or a flag. Rather we fight for the man on our left, and we fight for the man on our right. And when armies are scattered and the empires fall away, all that remains is the memory of those precious moments that we spent sided by side.
Now you may be asking yourself, "DubyaWife, where are you going with this...? We're not at war..."

Oh but we are...

We are at war with ourselves.
With the media and their skewed visions.
With unhealthy food and habits.
With fad diets.
With are ongoing struggles to lose weight not cause we want to look better, but because we want to be healthy.
We are at war with our own self-love.

I fight this war side-by-side.
With the person on the right of me, the person on the left of me.

With the Fitbloggin community (and others). They are my army. They are my friends that I charge forward in the heat of battle ready to fight for healthy living.

For they may be lost, but they are not forgotten.
All that remains after the dust has settled is those previous moments we shared.


The best video I could find of the movie.

13 comments:

  1. Hallelujah, sister...I am SO glad you came and that I got to give you a great big hug.

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  2. No masks. I'm honored to stand (and run) beside you. Even from 2000+ miles away. Sisters. (and not just because I am a Doubleyou Wife.)

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  3. Great post, I have been struggling with how to put the weekend in words. Your way was very inspiring and elegant.

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  4. I am so happy I got to meet you and get some hang out time even it was giggling like an immature 5th grader. I loved this conference because there was so little ego and "masks" as well. I am a fan of you, glad we connected.

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  5. I am so happy that I was able to share some precious moments with you!! And I have to ask (or maybe I should just search your site first): how did you choose the name DubyaWife??

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  6. Glad I got to meet you at fitbloggin and share some conversations. I thought your post was dead on looking forward to hanging out with ya next year.

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  7. Dubya = W

    My hubby's name starts with a W.

    Thanks for all the wonderful comments! I truly appreciate all of you!

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  8. This post made me a little weepy. YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME WEEPY!

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  9. You said army! I fucking love you!

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  10. I freaking love you. That is all :)

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  11. Pure raw people. You said it best. It was great meeting you at FitBloggin!

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