Jessica Hildrum

Fun in the sun (snow)

This weekend is our company kickoff we are off to the snowy mountains for fun, bonding and partying.

I am really looking forward to it, not just the great times with the wonderful geeks I am fortunate enough to work with. But the skiing (yes, Jessica really did say that), I am so excited about hitting those slopes, throwing myself into it – I am going all in baby! I love that I have turned my life around, from couch potato, chip eating fool to daily workouts and healthy living! Whohooo!

This weekend I am also looking forward to the partying, hoping for tons of cute available guys in my age range, would be nice to get some attention, you know, distract me from playing with fire. I am not much of a party girl, hey, no time like the present to get started!

As a friend of mine said “cougar on the prowl”

Me, bellydancing – oh man oh man

Who would have ever thought that I would try something like this, I am actually kind of freaked out about it.

I am not the most coordinated of people or graceful either for that matter, really, and I am not saying that to be mean to myself. But it is the truth, some are blessed with coordination and grace – sadly I am not one of them.

My arms and legs don’t quite understand each other they are always moving in different directions than I want them to sometimes ending in comical, yet painful results – such as tripping over my own feet or yes, tripping over my own hand – trust me it can be done.

I am also constantly walking into door frames, I miscalculate my width, always thinking I am smaller than I am and *BANG* straight into the door frame.

So the idea of rhythmically moving anything is daunting.  I do, however, have a belly, so I suppose I could “rhythmically” jiggle it.

I will update after the class tomorrow – I am hoping to survive with minimal hip damage – would be tragic to throw out my hip right before my next snowboarding adventure.

Trying way too hard

Yesterday at the gym I saw a guy, must have been beg 50’s who was on this mission to push his body to near breaking point. I bet you 50 kroner when he got home he collapsed in a pile of pain.

He had this silent competition going with some buff 30 something guy. The young guy I am sure completely unaware of the ongoing competition. The older guy was following the buff guy around lagging a few steps behind keeping one or two apparatus between them. He would watch the buff dude and try and outdo him.  He looked fierce, eye of the tiger totally focused on the task at hand.

It was painful to watch, I was fearful that the old dude might seriously injure himself, but it seemed that mind over matter was the name of the game.

At the very end of the cycle the young guy did chin-ups, easily pulling off 10 at a time only struggling on the last one of the fourth set, impressive indeed.  At this point young dude had noticed old dude, and by the looks of compassion he really felt for him.

Old dude jumped up grabbed the bar, started to lift himself, I was amazed he could do any at all, but he managed 3 chin-ups before moving on, with crazed look in his eyes.  Young dude looked after him, shaking his head almost imperceptively.

Oh, the sights to behold at the gym.

The belly mocks me – slightly updated

How is it that I can exercise every damn day for hours at a time, cut down on portion sizes, cut out milk products, cut out goodies and yet my frickin’ belly refuses to go away, it is hangin’ in there, like an unwelcome jiggly spare tire.  Granted it is smaller than it was, but still, jiggle jiggle jiggle – yuck yuck yuck.

I look around at the gym, and am annoyed by those “perfect blond Nordic beauty, life is easy, always gets the guy” girls with their flat stomachs.  They walk around with their water bottles posing, looking slightly annoyed (or constipated), they exercise indifferently, barely working up a sweat.

All the while I am working hard, sweat pouring, panting, looking like the Michelin mans slightly thinner sister.  Granted I am much smaller than I was, but the belly refuses to go.  It hangs on silently and jigglingly mocking me.

I banish you  jiggly belly!  You shall not mock me for long!

And you blond perfect – life is easy – always gets the guy – nordic beauties – once you hit 25, your metabolism slows down, *POOF* along comes belly! MUAHAHHAHAHA!  The spare tire gals is going to get you too, and just to make it extra fun, after you have kids you’ll have stretch marks too!

Enjoy your youthful beauty little blond teenyboppers, gravity will kick in when you least expect it.

Waiting for my new iPhone to sync

All I want to do is get to bed, am completely exhausted!  A late night (great night – really, really, really great – did I say it was great – cause WHOHOO it was FANTASTIC) followed by a long ass day and topped off by a really hard workout at the gym.  I am ready for bed!

Wish the Fuck’n phone would hurry up and synchronize.

I got a new iPhone mainly cause I managed to crack the glass snowboarding, not to mention it was old and slow.  Why on earth I had my car keys in my snowpants, I’ll never know.  But with all of the hours and hours of falling flat on my face and oh yeah my ass, I wrecked the glass.  After a while small shards of glass started to fall out, amazingly it still worked! But the thought of small glass shards in my ear, was not exactly stimulating!

I am completely stoked to get my new phone just in time for the next snowboard attempt – this weekend! WHOHOOO.