Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Chanukkah, Christmas, and a Coach

I'd like to start off by saying Merry Christmas to all who celebrate and a late chag Chanukkah sameach to all my fellow Jews. I know I haven't blogged in quite a while but life has just been so crazy. Our first meet of the year happened. I lost my best friend. Gained a boyfriend. Took second place on vault. Thought about relapsing. Worked harder than ever. Finished the semester. Basically, I've been busy. But I only want to focus on a couple events. 

Number 1: Chanukkah
This holiday is always hard for me because the most important foods, latkes and sufganiyot, are fried. And that is absolutely terrifying. I only ate one donut and 3 latkes the entire eight days. But I consider it to be an accomplishment. I also went to a local Chanukkah party all by myself and met some new people. Normal people. So, I had to eat to keep up with them. I never realized how much food people actually eat. It was really hard but being distracted after made it better. And to be honest, it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Although having a meet the next day may have helped. But either way, I'm proud of myself for making it through the holiday.

Number 2: My Coach
I know I've spoken about her quite a few times but today in particular...made me realize just how much I owe to her. It actually started Sunday night after meet (and after her ordering my dinner -_-). My other coach had pointed out that I didn't eat enough before a meet but to me, eating at all before a meet was an accomplishment. It was a first time. I felt like such a failure. But after pointing it out to the coach that this paragraph about, we decided that an step is a good step and that I had a lot to be proud of. I went to sleep smiling that night. Last night I lost my best friend in a really stupid fight and never wanted to eat again. Because obviously that is the rational way to deal with life. I spent half the day pretty sure that starving was the answer and that said coach would give up on me eventually but she didn't and I ended up eating. Because starving didn't actually make me feel any better. Eating didn't exactly help. But it means I get to practice next week. And I finally learned the newest part of my floor routine. Which did make me feel better. Getting up and moving and talking to someone felt so much better than relapsing. I KNOW CRAZY STUFF.

And lastly,

Number 3: Christmas
No, I don't celebrate Christmas. But my brother's birthday is on Christmas day and like most Jews my family does the same thing every year. We eat Chinese food and see a movie and then later have cake for the birthday. It is so stressful. High calorie foods. Sitting around all day. It's not exactly my cup of tea. So, to all who celebrate, please be healthy and lovely Christmas. And to everyone else, be safe and healthy.

See you all in the new year!

Stay Strong
xo Aria

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