Dear you, Love, A former fat girl

As a teacher, my kiddos think it’s completely ridic that I live a (fairly) normal life outside the classroom. I swear, they think that I live in this little classroom and never leave. God forbid they see me at wal-mart doing something normal (like buying DVDs) or maybe something not so normal (like buying 4 gallons of almond milk).

But I share stuff about my real life with them and they share stuff with me. You know, we get each other. Kind of. 

Some kiddos read my blog.
Some kiddos are fans on my facebook page.
Some kiddos follow the blog instagram.
All of which, I feel like, are amazeballs.

So it’s not all that unusual for students to ask me for fitness/health/life advice. And I’ll give it. Anything to help them out. 

I had one student in particular come ask me for advice about last week. She is struggling with her weight and her doctor has told her that her current weight is having a pretty negative effect on her health. So she came to me for some guidance and I gave her a starting point, not really knowing if she would really take my advice to heart.

This week, everyday after school, I have seen this girl working her ASS off at the school. She doesn’t have access to a gym, so she’s made our school her personal gymnasium. She’s been using our hallways to run sprints with sets of squats at the end of each sprint. Yesterday, I caught her doing jumping squats, push ups, and handstand holds. Sweating her ass off. Breathing so hard. And keeping on. When she sees me, she pauses–just briefly enough–to say “hey, Miss H!” and keep moving.

TOTES RIDIC. I am so incredibly proud of her.

Of course, I can’t just tell her to her face, because she’s a high school girl and she’s way too cool for that, but I know for a fact she reads this stuff I write. And I know there are plenty of other people who have decided to make a lifestyle change and read this stuff, too. 

So if you’re pushing yourself to be better, this is for you.

Dear you,

You’re pretty much a badass and I am so proud of you. I know starting anything new can be way scary and suck–real bad. But you’re doing it. It’s hard. It sucks to be out of breath, feel like your lungs are on fire, be tired, and have your mind screaming at you to stop. It sucks to change your diet and be tempted by all those awesome tasting, terrible for your health things. I know. I’ve been there. 
But you’re making this happen. You’re taking care of yourself. Because you’re the only you that you’ve got. Your mind is going to quit on you a thousand times before your body will. So show your mind who’s boss. People are going to criticize you. They’re going to tempt you. They’re going to underestimate you. They’re weak. You aren’t. You don’t make excuses because excuses don’t make shit happen. And you are determined to make shit happen. 
From a former fat girl, you can do this shit. You are bigger and better than this challenge. And you’re going to be better for it. Keep it up. Keep moving, watch those clothing sizes drop and watch the numbers on your weights go up. 

You got this.


I get that they aren’t the best photos, but I make changes. You can, too. Left: LSU v. Arkansas game-mid beer pong. circa 2007 Right: Hurricane Isaac, August 2012.

Thanks for letting me know that my real face looks like a zombie

Who was the last person to kiss you on the cheek?
My mama before I left Texas last time. She left red kiss marks on my right cheek. So adorable.

What does your last outgoing text say?
“I just get cold! I start shivering and my teeth start chattering. I’m from Texas. I’m not used to this!”

How was your day, overall?
It just kinda started, so far so good. Although it’s state testing and my kids are going stir crazy. Rarely a good thing.

Have you kissed someone more than once in 2013?

Where were you Friday night at 10 pm?
I can’t even remember last Friday night at 10 pm. Which gives you a good indication of what it was like and what I was doing.

If you married the last person you texted, what would your last name be?

Who did you talk to before you fell asleep?
My adorable Mama!

How often do you hold back what you want to say?
Absolutely never. If I want to say something, I’m sayin’ it, dammit.

It’s 2 in the morning and you get a text message, who is it most likely?
These days? No one. I’m too old to be getting booty calls.

Ever cried while you were on the phone with someone?
Kidding me? Who cries? Not this girl.

Who did you last ride in a car with?

When someone says, “we need to talk”, what runs through your head?
“We are already talking. How silly that you’d tell me we need to talk when it’s already happening.” Then, “aw shit, what did I do now?”

How do you know the last male you talked to?
He’s one of my seniors and today is his absolute last day of high school classes.

Remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?
Yes, I do.

Did your last kiss take place on a bed?
No, it didn’t.

Are any of your friends so close to you that you consider them family?
Absolutely. My family has grown exponentially with the addition of my friends.

Are you good at giving directions?
Moderately good at it. Assuming I know where I am and where the person asking me wants to go.

What does your mom call you?
Baby girl. Babycakes. Aislinn Alysse. Pendeja.

Are you wearing makeup right now?
Yes, unfortunately. I wasn’t, but then all my students were like, “Miss Herrera, what’s wrong? You look so tired.” so I put some on. Thanks, kiddos, for letting my know that my real face looks like a zombie.

Have you ever been nice to someone who treated you like crap?
No. For what? 

Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot?

Are you nice to everyone?

What does your last wall post on facebook say?
“Ok, because you are the only person I know that loves Nashville as much as I do…please tell me you watched it last night? So awesome. I woke the girls up for a split second at the end when I yelled out, ‘it’s about freakin’ time!’

Is it hard for you to be happy for someone else?
Not at all. If you like it, I love it.

How do you normally wear your hair?
These days? Down and straight. Unless I’m lazy. Then it’s up in a ponytail. Straight. Or curly. Or however I thought would take the least amount of effort.

Are you a righty or a lefty?
A righty. 

When was the last time you felt like you were unhappy?
Uh, when I realized there is still a month of school left?

Do you own a pair of handcuffs?
I don’t.

Do flying bugs creep you out?
Not at all. Unless they’re close to me. And then I stare at them, freak out, and run around the room/area flailing my arms to get away from them. Terrorists.

Would you ever be in a long-distance relationship?
I would.

Do lemons sound appealing to you at the moment?
Absolutely. I love lemons. I like to peel them and eat them whole. I also have no regard for the quality of the enamel on my teeth, obviously.

Sleep in total darkness?
I don’t know what the question is here.

What piercings do you have?
11. Mostly on my ears. One in my tummy.

Your glass is half empty or half full?
My glass is always full. Half air, half bourbon. Whatever gets me through the day, right?

Are frogs cute or gross?
Freakin’ adorable is what frogs are. In fact, one day, I hope to kiss a prince and wind up with a frog. Best day ever.

Do you wish you were born in a different century?
Yes. I also wish I was a Spartan. No, seriously.

So what you’re saying is…I can’t be a rapper when I grow up?

Remember back in the Myspace days when people used to complete surveys about themselves and post them on the “bulletin board” for their friends to fill out? No? Oh.

That’s okay. I’m pretty sure only me, Brittany, and our friend Ed ever used to do them.

But we loved them and they were a good way to get to know you friends and learn random things about them. So since that’s what y’all want, that’s what y’all get!

First and Middle Name?
Aislinn Alysse

What’s the wallpaper on your cell phone?
The GetRX’d logo, courtesy of Mike Lian and a drunken night at the bar.

Are you allergic to anything?
Fish. Or I was as a kid. I don’t know if I still am…mainly because I’m too afraid to test it. I mean, what kind of death is that?

Is there someone/something you want?
This is clearly a  loaded question. I would really love some beef jerky, though.

What’d you do yesterday?
Worked, took a new employment drug test, completed new hire paperwork, cleaned house, attempted (read: thought about it, but didn’t) to start packing.

Are you bipolar?
No. Well, maybe sometimes. Nah, no, I’m not.

Do you and your exes have a good relationship?
I generally don’t continue to have relationships with my exes. When it’s over, it’s over.

Where would you wanna go on a date?
Somewhere low key and relaxed. Also somewhere where they serve cheese fries.

Ever been kissed under fireworks?
Yes. Quite underwhelming, if you ask me.

What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Their hands, every time.

Do you have a nickname?
Yes, a lot of people call me Ace, even though it’s my least favorite. I am liking this new one that’s starting to stick: Tex. 

Say something totally random about yourself.
“Something totally random about yourself.”

First thing you’ll save in a fire?
At my house? My booksack. It’s got all my important things in it.

Are you comfortable with your height?
I have no choice but to be comfortable with it. I haven’t grown since 5th grade.

How tall are you?
5 feet tall. 

Do you speak any other language than English?
Spanish. Spanglish. Hebbronvillian. Whatever you call that.

Have you ever lost anyone really close to you?
Unfortunately, yes. Fortunately for me, I gained a wonderful guardian angel.

What’s something that really annoys you?
Everything on any given day. Mostly, when people don’t use correct English. Also, leggings as pants.

Do you have a celebrity crush?
Yes. Lucas Black. I love him. Seriously, IN LOVE with him. Anyone wanna do me a solid and hook me up? No?

What is behind you?
A super awesome drawing of a Dia de los Muertos skull that one of my students drew for me. My kiddos are talented!

Have you ever honestly thought you were gonna die?
A couple of times. Mainly anytime I disobeyed my parents and they found out.

What are you wearing?
Black slacks and a teal/lace shirt. Biz cas, yo.

What color is your hair?
I don’t know, actually. Dark brown? But I’m growing my real color out so it’s doing this weird natural ombre thing. So thankful that ombre is the thing right now.

What color are your eyes?
Brownish green. Like a swamp. But without the alligators…usually.

Favorite sport to watch?
College football. Naturally. I’m from Texas.

Favorite alcoholic drink?
Vodka tonic with lemon.
Bloody mary with extra tabasco and bacon.
Colorado bulldog if I’m feeling like a sweet drink.

Favorite non-alcoholic drink?
DIET COKE. But I’m mostly drinking water these days.

Have you ever been in love?
Yes. It was a moderately short trip and I went unwillingly. Thankfully, that vacation is over.

Favorite holiday?
Christmas. I love everything about it! Everything is more beautiful at Christmas time.

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What are some fun facts about you?

Well, this is real life, so…

I got an email saying that I talk a lot about CrossFit and I share my crossfit life, but I only rarely share things about my real life. And that kinda bummed me out. So here we go. Real life shiz.

Things I love:
Night storms
Warm socks
Sweatpants that are just big enough
Walking barefoot
Tank tops
Mailing letters
Silences that aren’t awkward
Silences that are awkward
Writing love letters that I wouldn’t dare mail
Reading about everything
Watching the history channel
Slow dances
Work boots
Country music
Any music
The smell of books
Long talks with my mama
DIY projects with my daddy
Forehead kisses
Kept promises
The smell of 4 am
Geometric patterns-especially chevron
Neon bar lights
My siblings
My puppies (who aren’t puppies anymore)
Hot showers
Crab hunting
Fully dressed beers (but not Miller)
My family
The History Channel

Things I hate:
Obnoxious people
Broken promises
Strawberry ice cream with the seeds
Things that are intended to be funny, but aren’t
Overly sensitive people
People who want me to be overly sensitive
Things that just aren’t logical
Bad hair days
Finding scorpions in my shoes
Misbehaved children
Misbehaved parents to misbehaved children

Ways you can tell the school year is coming to a close: my hair’s been up in a ponytail and/or bun all week. 19 more school days!

{What are some things that you love or just can’t stand?}

"I wasn’t really crying. My face was just leaking."

I went back to Texas last week. It was great. I had a little bit of family stuff to do and spent the rest just being. 

Being what? I don’t know. A lot of things.

Time to admit it, I’m homesick. Which is weird. Because I’ve definitely been away from home for…uh…like, 7 years. 

And I pick now to be all, “I love Texas and I wanna go home”, ‘n’ shiz. 

I won’t lie, for the past, I’d say 7 months or so, I’ve just felt like I need to go back home. Something’s been drawing me there and being the person I am, I’ve got to know what that something is. 

So while I was home, I tried to take pictures to photo document what the hell I did all weekend. Here it goes: 

 I don’t have any pictures of the first day. I know. I suck. In my defense: I didn’t think about this whole picture thing until day two of my trip. Sue me. I decided to take on a project that I hope to post a DIY about soon. So naturally, I went to Hobby Lobby and bought some supplies. While I was there, I ran into a lady who recognized me from this blog! Hey Miss Julie! 

 I started on the project, which turned my hands into grimy, black claws of death. But the project was cute!

 I hung out with my BFF, Brittany, at her apartment over in Sugarland. We basically lounged around and watched Nashville and bad (read: awesome) 80’s movies. 

 And while on my way home from her house, I decided to stop by the bookstore and pick up some books about muscles and Texas. You know, light reading. Nothing better than a bookstore, I swear. I don’t understand how people don’t like reading and learning. If it isn’t fun, you’re not doing it right. That shiz is FUN.

 We met up with some of our friends from high school in Rice Village for drinks and more drinks. 

 We (read: I) drank a bunch and took obnoxious selfies.

After consuming an excessive amount of alcohol, my friend Jay proposed to me on bended knee like a Boyz II Men song. I accepted. Had he had an onion ring, it would have been that much more impressive. (No, we’re not actually engaged, see the clearly intoxicated grins up there? But it was pretty fun.)

I probably would have had more photos…if I could have figured out how the frick to use my phone. Seriously, I’m not entirely sure how people drunk text other people. 

I can’t even get my shiz together to type in my password and unlock my phone, much less text people questionable things.

My last day I ate lunch with Randi and we had a good 3 hours of just talking about life. 

As I packed up to leave and head back to the boot, my mother was being unacceptable levels of cute, telling me how much she missed me already ‘n’ shiz. Really, Nancy? As if it wasn’t hard enough already to leave. Then, as I’m backing down the driveway, she stands there and watches until I’m out of view just being freakin’ adorable. Out of line. 

And, embarrassing moment, I basically cried from my parents’ house allllllllll the way through Houston.

No, not like, chest heaving, screaming, awful crying. 
My face was just leaking. My little heart was just-a-aching. 

So now I’m back and getting back into the groove of things. 1 month until school is out and summer begins. 1 more month until a new chapter of this ridiculous life-book I’m writing. EEK!

Have a great Monday, y’all!