It's the last day of February! I've decided to officially start this marathon in March, so consider this my warm-up!
For those of you who haven't heard of "Babe" Didrikson Zaharias , she has been said to be the greatest female athlete in the past 100 years; some even say of all time. But more importantly, she is my hero. If I would have known about her 15 years ago, I would have said I want to be her when I grow up.
Her real name was Mildred but her friends called her Babe. She was real handy with a slugger, and was living around the same time as Babe Ruth. Now, this isn't a research post, so if you want to know birth dates and death dates and facts like that, click on her name and read her biography. This is basically a gush post.
"But Samm," you may say, "why is she so awesome?" And that's something I am going to blog about.
If I listed everything she ever did, this would be a ridiculously long post SO, once again, click her link! Also, wikipedia.org is wiki-great!
Golf
She played professionally and won 13 tournaments in a row. Even though this was one of her last sports to pick up, while playing in the men's league, PGA (Professional Golf Association), she teamed up with George Zaharias, whom she later married.
I can't root and toot about her when it comes to golf because I'm not pro at golf, not much of a fan, so the only reason why this makes her awesome is because she was awesome at it.
Basketball
She played in a men's league because there wasn't a women's league back then. She averaged about 20 points in a game. (wow!) She won an All-American status in this sport.
Track and Field
I'm sure in her beginning track stages, she could do every track and field event they had available. However, the ones that made her world-wide famous were the 80 meter hurdles, the javelin throw, and the high jump. She won Olympic gold medals in the first two events, and a silver in the high jump. Now here is where Samm goes off record a bit and speculates: According to corbisimages.com, "Babe was disqualified for what she is doing here--"diving." In those days, regulations specified that a high jumper's feet had to go over the bar first. The rule has since been rescinded. Babe had to settle for a silver medal. Under a special rule for women, Babe was permitted to enter only three events, and he would have won all three if it had not been for the "diving" incident" She was jumping against Jean Smiley. Both jumpers had beat the world record at the time of 5'5". I firmly believe, because I'm highly biased, that had they continued on, Babe would have won the gold medal in that as well. She has been on record of saying that she had "always jumped that way" and no one had ever told her it was wrong or corrected her on it. Note: These are no longer the rules in the high jump. She also broke countless word records in the other events she competed in. (eight out of the ten events).
Football
Notice this one has no picture linked to it. She was the best punter on her football team (Yes, once again playing on a men's team) But she never saw one down because she was a woman. She played for SMU.
Baseball
In this picture, she is pitching (middle pic). She was handy with a bat as well. She played with the all-men, bearded House of David team. Once again, not exactly a baseball guru, so I can't rave here either.
Miscellaneous
She grew up in Beaumont, TEXAS! She was an excellent seamstress and won at the South Texas State Fair with one of her dresses she made. She also made most of the clothes she wore. She typed about 80 words per minute. She was a singer and played the harmonica, and even had a record label. She also performed on the vaudeville circuit. Other sports she played were billiards, and although I haven't found any information on it, I'm sure she skated. Her mother Hannah was an accomplished skater in Norway. She was also an expert diver, and bowler, once bowling a 268. Last but not least, she also played tennis.
WHEW! Time for a breather, what a warm up! Enjoy some quotes from Babe that I thoroughly enjoy:
"I expect to play golf until I am 90--even longer if anybody figures out a way to swing a club from a rocking chair." (She died of colon cancer at 42)
"I was determined to play the game well or not at all."
"You can't win them all -- but you can try."
"That little ball won't move until you hit it, and there's nothing you can do for it after it has gone."
"It's not just enough to swing at the ball. You've got to loosen your girdle and really let the ball have it."
(Babe's when asked how she hits 250 yard drives.)
As Larry Schwartz noted in ESPN.com, when a reporter asked Zaharias if there was anything she didn't play, she answered dryly, "Yeah. Dolls."
And finally, my personal favorite:
"The Babe is here. Who's coming in second?"
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Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Blogger Marathon!!
This thing is dusty and full of chirping crickets!!
My life is full of phases. When I was a kid, it was hot pink and purple matching sweatpants. When I was in junior high, baggy pants and refusing to wear makeup. High school was decent clothes to look neither flashy nor bland, and never go out the door without makeup on.
I feel like this blog has done that too. "Write everyday!" "Write when something important happens." "Have I not written this month?" "I should probably write.....tomorrow."
So! To get me back in the blogging spirit, I'm starting a project! If there is never a deadline, I eventually fall off that wagon. But if there is an end in sight, I will diligently do things as needs be.
I'm calling it my Blogger Marathon. Once a week, I will be posting information and tips on eating healthy and exercising right! I plan on coming up with easy, short routines that you can do daily; healthy, easy recipes that will make you the best You-version; and some scientific fitness facts that you may not have known!
I'm going to start out by doing this for 3 months (roughly 12 weeks). My first post will be next week, and my last will be the last week of May. (No, this does not accidentally coincide with my wedding week).
This is the minimum. If I feel so inclined to do more in a week, I might, so look for special Bonus Posts!!
My life is full of phases. When I was a kid, it was hot pink and purple matching sweatpants. When I was in junior high, baggy pants and refusing to wear makeup. High school was decent clothes to look neither flashy nor bland, and never go out the door without makeup on.
I feel like this blog has done that too. "Write everyday!" "Write when something important happens." "Have I not written this month?" "I should probably write.....tomorrow."
So! To get me back in the blogging spirit, I'm starting a project! If there is never a deadline, I eventually fall off that wagon. But if there is an end in sight, I will diligently do things as needs be.
I'm calling it my Blogger Marathon. Once a week, I will be posting information and tips on eating healthy and exercising right! I plan on coming up with easy, short routines that you can do daily; healthy, easy recipes that will make you the best You-version; and some scientific fitness facts that you may not have known!
I'm going to start out by doing this for 3 months (roughly 12 weeks). My first post will be next week, and my last will be the last week of May. (No, this does not accidentally coincide with my wedding week).
This is the minimum. If I feel so inclined to do more in a week, I might, so look for special Bonus Posts!!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Mrs. Rogers
I have engagement-itis. I'm ready to be married already. I was ready in December, but the wedding wasn't, and neither was his family, seeing as how they were attending another family member's wedding. There were many contributing factors to why we changed the date of the wedding, and we are glad we did in almost every sense. We are just ready to start our lives together. I'm sick of having to go home at night, when I'd rather already be home. Right now, we spend all of our freetime together, but when I have to leave, it feels like I'm going to stay at Nana's house. Still family! But not really home, anymore. Spencer is my home. But not yet!, why? Because we aren't married yet. I don't know. It's not that far away now, but we're just ready.
Anyway, I got a new email address and a Twitter account. I know, I never wanted to but here I am. Both under the name of Samantha Rogers, or missesrogers. (That's my Twitter, follow me! ;) )
Anyway, there is the BCS National Championship game tonight. Oregon vs Auburn and I am way excited! Not only for the game, but also because I am throwing my first of many football parties. I know Spencer won't initiate it because he doesn't know what I want, and that boy nearly always does what I want. It's not really fair. So, in order to make up for it, I do things like throw a Bowl watching party. I'm homemaking buffalo wings, he's making queso, and we both already made salsa (which is currently in the fridge, marinating into a spicy frenzy that would clear anyone's sinuses.) For Christmas, I got him a Texas Tech football helmet serving dish that we are both psyched to use. It's going to be great!
Anyway, I got a new email address and a Twitter account. I know, I never wanted to but here I am. Both under the name of Samantha Rogers, or missesrogers. (That's my Twitter, follow me! ;) )
Anyway, there is the BCS National Championship game tonight. Oregon vs Auburn and I am way excited! Not only for the game, but also because I am throwing my first of many football parties. I know Spencer won't initiate it because he doesn't know what I want, and that boy nearly always does what I want. It's not really fair. So, in order to make up for it, I do things like throw a Bowl watching party. I'm homemaking buffalo wings, he's making queso, and we both already made salsa (which is currently in the fridge, marinating into a spicy frenzy that would clear anyone's sinuses.) For Christmas, I got him a Texas Tech football helmet serving dish that we are both psyched to use. It's going to be great!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Mind Jogging
So I've been thinking. My brain needs exercise. I know that probably sounds really weird, but it just feels like 'jogging', so for this absolutely random post, I'm going to indulge in that desire. I know this sounds extremely odd and corny, and that this entire post may sound like a starving artist, but sometimes, ya just need to -run- with it.
Peace. Hope. Joy. Ire. Sadness. Irony. Love.
Umbrella. This makes me think of rain. I love it when it rains, especially on a warm summer day, when it's extremely hot, even though the sun is behind the clouds. Then the rain starts falling, and even though you are hot, it cools you down to perfection. In that moment, there is nothing that you want more than to sit there all day and feel the rain on your face. The smell of rain clears your head and helps you think clearly. The lightning sparks your sense and makes you feel as though you are small, yet important all at the same time. The rainbow afterwards is pleasing to the soul and lets you know that this life is worth living. There is good in the world and nothing can take that away from you.
Butterfly. This makes me think of their wings. The intricate designs on each delicate wing make you know that this world, this life, was not an accident. There is a Creator. Watching them flutter by is so peaceful. They are flying, which to us makes us think they are defying gravity, but it's the opposite; it's natural and exactly the way it should be. They fly from flower to flower without a care in the world except to carry with them the necessity to make this world a more beautiful place. Innocence. One tiny touch can ruin their design, and one more could ruin their flight forever. Tenderness.
Play-doh. This makes me think of children. A lot of people think of children as snot-nosed brats that get in the way. This is not true. In fact, I think that about some adults sometimes. Often, those people, and that thought of mine, coincide. To play of a fair field, my children. I haven't been blessed with children yet, but it is a desire that I long for in the future. Nine months of labor to bond with my child, carrying it around at all times. Feeling the nudges would be like getting a baby message, "Mommy, I'm still here. I'll be there soon. In the meantime, I'm enjoying this time with you. Thank you for sharing your body with me", which may sound creepy to some people, but only due to the media. After successfully bringing them into the world, seeing their face for the first time is the most rewarding. The second most rewarding would be seeing the father's face when he sees is baby for the first time. There's no greater joy than an eternal family.
Pig. I think of my coworker. That thought alone makes me fume at the ears.
Headache. This makes me think of excruciating pain. A thousand hammers pounding on the wall on your day off from work. You are at home in your PJs watching your favorite show and eating comfort food, and all you can hear are the thousand of hammers pounding in your eardrums. The noise, the pain. The spoiling factor of what should have been a perfect day. Perfect. Like the Savior. Hammer. Nails. Nailed to the cross. The cruelty of those the crucified our Savior. Our Redeemer. Who did the most good for this world of anyone who walked it. Imagine watching your best friend tormented and sent to die. Your brother. After giving you the only thing that could help you return to live with your Father.
I find it ironic that I can have two such opposite thoughts in the same brain. The first going against everything that the second stands for. I'm about at the point where my brain has had it's workout. Time for a cool down.
Spencer. All I can think is how happy I have been for the past 11 months. The timing was nothing short of perfect. He always says I'm perfect, and I always have to correct him by saying "Perfect for you". Well he is perfect for me as well. If I could, I would have married him six months ago. I grow to love him more everyday, and right when I think that I can't love him more, I find that I can the very next day. Happy 11th monthiversary Spencer. ;) Here's more irony. He was the one that remembered. lol
Alright, I'm done. This was my lazy exercise, wanting to work out my brain but not having any specific topic to write about. Forgive my corniness. I'll have a more sensible post soon!
Peace. Hope. Joy. Ire. Sadness. Irony. Love.
Umbrella. This makes me think of rain. I love it when it rains, especially on a warm summer day, when it's extremely hot, even though the sun is behind the clouds. Then the rain starts falling, and even though you are hot, it cools you down to perfection. In that moment, there is nothing that you want more than to sit there all day and feel the rain on your face. The smell of rain clears your head and helps you think clearly. The lightning sparks your sense and makes you feel as though you are small, yet important all at the same time. The rainbow afterwards is pleasing to the soul and lets you know that this life is worth living. There is good in the world and nothing can take that away from you.
Butterfly. This makes me think of their wings. The intricate designs on each delicate wing make you know that this world, this life, was not an accident. There is a Creator. Watching them flutter by is so peaceful. They are flying, which to us makes us think they are defying gravity, but it's the opposite; it's natural and exactly the way it should be. They fly from flower to flower without a care in the world except to carry with them the necessity to make this world a more beautiful place. Innocence. One tiny touch can ruin their design, and one more could ruin their flight forever. Tenderness.
Play-doh. This makes me think of children. A lot of people think of children as snot-nosed brats that get in the way. This is not true. In fact, I think that about some adults sometimes. Often, those people, and that thought of mine, coincide. To play of a fair field, my children. I haven't been blessed with children yet, but it is a desire that I long for in the future. Nine months of labor to bond with my child, carrying it around at all times. Feeling the nudges would be like getting a baby message, "Mommy, I'm still here. I'll be there soon. In the meantime, I'm enjoying this time with you. Thank you for sharing your body with me", which may sound creepy to some people, but only due to the media. After successfully bringing them into the world, seeing their face for the first time is the most rewarding. The second most rewarding would be seeing the father's face when he sees is baby for the first time. There's no greater joy than an eternal family.
Pig. I think of my coworker. That thought alone makes me fume at the ears.
Headache. This makes me think of excruciating pain. A thousand hammers pounding on the wall on your day off from work. You are at home in your PJs watching your favorite show and eating comfort food, and all you can hear are the thousand of hammers pounding in your eardrums. The noise, the pain. The spoiling factor of what should have been a perfect day. Perfect. Like the Savior. Hammer. Nails. Nailed to the cross. The cruelty of those the crucified our Savior. Our Redeemer. Who did the most good for this world of anyone who walked it. Imagine watching your best friend tormented and sent to die. Your brother. After giving you the only thing that could help you return to live with your Father.
I find it ironic that I can have two such opposite thoughts in the same brain. The first going against everything that the second stands for. I'm about at the point where my brain has had it's workout. Time for a cool down.
Spencer. All I can think is how happy I have been for the past 11 months. The timing was nothing short of perfect. He always says I'm perfect, and I always have to correct him by saying "Perfect for you". Well he is perfect for me as well. If I could, I would have married him six months ago. I grow to love him more everyday, and right when I think that I can't love him more, I find that I can the very next day. Happy 11th monthiversary Spencer. ;) Here's more irony. He was the one that remembered. lol
Alright, I'm done. This was my lazy exercise, wanting to work out my brain but not having any specific topic to write about. Forgive my corniness. I'll have a more sensible post soon!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Training to Train, Smiling for Smiles!
I'm very excited. I started training to be certified in Personal Training. I'm training to train. It's an interestingly simple complex. ;)
Ideally, I would love to work at the Lifestyles Centre at Covenant. If that doesn't work out, there is always Bodyworks, Premier Sports Plex, or just the regular Exercise Center.
I'm sick of making people mad. At the bank, I rarely have good news to tell anyone! The only happiness I get out of this job is when I give kids a sucker, people a candy cane, or dogs a treat. Then I peak around through the window to see their reaction, and it gets me through the rest of the day. :)
I just want to smile at people and make them smile in return! I don't really get that here at the bank. I was walking through the grocery store and I realized something: I smile at everyone! At my old job at Mrs. Fields Cookies, my friends once asked me, why do I smile at everyone I see? I told them that I don't, and that I didn't know what they were talking about. Then I noticed, hey, I do!
I really enjoyed being able to nod and smile at everyone I pass, and this was one of the few times in my life where I consciously realized that I was doing it.
On top of which, exercising scientifically makes you happier! I love surefire ways to make people happy! I think I am really going to enjoy my future profession.
Back to the present, time to close up at the bank.... But in the meantime.
SMILE!
Ideally, I would love to work at the Lifestyles Centre at Covenant. If that doesn't work out, there is always Bodyworks, Premier Sports Plex, or just the regular Exercise Center.
I'm sick of making people mad. At the bank, I rarely have good news to tell anyone! The only happiness I get out of this job is when I give kids a sucker, people a candy cane, or dogs a treat. Then I peak around through the window to see their reaction, and it gets me through the rest of the day. :)
I just want to smile at people and make them smile in return! I don't really get that here at the bank. I was walking through the grocery store and I realized something: I smile at everyone! At my old job at Mrs. Fields Cookies, my friends once asked me, why do I smile at everyone I see? I told them that I don't, and that I didn't know what they were talking about. Then I noticed, hey, I do!
I really enjoyed being able to nod and smile at everyone I pass, and this was one of the few times in my life where I consciously realized that I was doing it.
On top of which, exercising scientifically makes you happier! I love surefire ways to make people happy! I think I am really going to enjoy my future profession.
Back to the present, time to close up at the bank.... But in the meantime.
SMILE!
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Sappy Love and Mush
Remember last post, when I said that if I had something on my mind, I had to get it out? While this thing is very happy, I need to get it down because I feel like I will explode if I don't share it.
I've just been really thankful today. The usual Devil-Amongst-Coworkers was being her usual devilish self. Things were just going really poopy. One thing after another was driving everyone crazy, and I was about to throw my hands up and give up on the prospect of having a remotely decent day.
I was thankful for Spencer. Even though he was at work, busy with other things, he still used his free time to send me sympathy-sorries (No one likes to hear rants about someone else's bad coworkers. This meant a lot to me). And I know this is silly, but my phone has emoticons (old school), whereas his doesn't. Yet, instead of the <3 that has invaded the cyber world, he saved the code for the emoticon heart (on his phone looks like ('\/') or something crazy), and will send that in a text message. An emoticon just for me, because 'less than three' doesn't give it justice. It may seem small, but it makes me smile oh-so big, every time.
I also went on an extra special lunch errand. Sonic for Happy Hour, then Taco Bell. I forgot that the high school was out, so this had such treacherous potential to ruin a perfectly planned lunch. However, yesterday I had set my iTouch to Amy Grant's Christmas album. The Christmas spirit engulfed me, and not even the countless high school kids that darted in front of me, the long lines, nor the unexpected construction at my only exit could get my spirits down. That, my friends, is the true meaning of Christmas. Everything about the season is about giving and receiving and feeling lovey dovey, sure. However, it goes deeper than that. It's about love, forgiveness, and most of all charity. What is charity? "The pure love of Christ," and everything that entails. I was so filled with this spirit, that I did not curse these kids, I did not wish death upon the person that ordered the construction, nor turned up my nose at long lines. All I could think about were the people around me and their needs, as opposed to my own. I could go on and on but I have one more point I want to get down.
Romance novels, of the clean persuasion. I love reading love stories. I never thought I would, but I get so connected and involved with the main character! They turn into my temporary-novelized-best-friend that I would love nothing more than to just sit and listen to all day. Please tell me about your problems! Please tell me what happened when he took you out to dinner! And when I need a break, I can shut them like a book (hehe pun) and pick it up again later where I left off (this is a really twisted pun). No feelings hurt!
I got to thinking why, though. Most people read romance novels to escape the messed up world where romance is nonexistant. I realized, though, I wasn't trying to fall in love with the main character's love interest. I wasn't living vicariously through the main character. I was living with her. I wish I could spend all day with Spencer. Who doesn't feel that way about the one they love? And I've found that reading romance novels at work, it's like he's there. Every sweet thing the man in the book does for our heroine, it reminds me of the sweet thing that Spencer did for me just the day before. I'm so thankful to be in love with a man that I can spend eternity with and not have a shadow of a doubt that he is my other half, the one who was made specifically for me, and I for him.
This post was extremely scatterbrained, I'm sure, but I think I've relieved my need to share with the world how lucky I am and how thankful I am. I'm also thankful for this outlet, one that I can say whatever I darn-well please, and can make as many grammatical and spelling mistakes as I can stand. Haf a grate dai? ;)
I've just been really thankful today. The usual Devil-Amongst-Coworkers was being her usual devilish self. Things were just going really poopy. One thing after another was driving everyone crazy, and I was about to throw my hands up and give up on the prospect of having a remotely decent day.
I was thankful for Spencer. Even though he was at work, busy with other things, he still used his free time to send me sympathy-sorries (No one likes to hear rants about someone else's bad coworkers. This meant a lot to me). And I know this is silly, but my phone has emoticons (old school), whereas his doesn't. Yet, instead of the <3 that has invaded the cyber world, he saved the code for the emoticon heart (on his phone looks like ('\/') or something crazy), and will send that in a text message. An emoticon just for me, because 'less than three' doesn't give it justice. It may seem small, but it makes me smile oh-so big, every time.
I also went on an extra special lunch errand. Sonic for Happy Hour, then Taco Bell. I forgot that the high school was out, so this had such treacherous potential to ruin a perfectly planned lunch. However, yesterday I had set my iTouch to Amy Grant's Christmas album. The Christmas spirit engulfed me, and not even the countless high school kids that darted in front of me, the long lines, nor the unexpected construction at my only exit could get my spirits down. That, my friends, is the true meaning of Christmas. Everything about the season is about giving and receiving and feeling lovey dovey, sure. However, it goes deeper than that. It's about love, forgiveness, and most of all charity. What is charity? "The pure love of Christ," and everything that entails. I was so filled with this spirit, that I did not curse these kids, I did not wish death upon the person that ordered the construction, nor turned up my nose at long lines. All I could think about were the people around me and their needs, as opposed to my own. I could go on and on but I have one more point I want to get down.
Romance novels, of the clean persuasion. I love reading love stories. I never thought I would, but I get so connected and involved with the main character! They turn into my temporary-novelized-best-friend that I would love nothing more than to just sit and listen to all day. Please tell me about your problems! Please tell me what happened when he took you out to dinner! And when I need a break, I can shut them like a book (hehe pun) and pick it up again later where I left off (this is a really twisted pun). No feelings hurt!
I got to thinking why, though. Most people read romance novels to escape the messed up world where romance is nonexistant. I realized, though, I wasn't trying to fall in love with the main character's love interest. I wasn't living vicariously through the main character. I was living with her. I wish I could spend all day with Spencer. Who doesn't feel that way about the one they love? And I've found that reading romance novels at work, it's like he's there. Every sweet thing the man in the book does for our heroine, it reminds me of the sweet thing that Spencer did for me just the day before. I'm so thankful to be in love with a man that I can spend eternity with and not have a shadow of a doubt that he is my other half, the one who was made specifically for me, and I for him.
This post was extremely scatterbrained, I'm sure, but I think I've relieved my need to share with the world how lucky I am and how thankful I am. I'm also thankful for this outlet, one that I can say whatever I darn-well please, and can make as many grammatical and spelling mistakes as I can stand. Haf a grate dai? ;)
Friday, December 10, 2010
The Storm Before the Calm
This post may seem very random for everyone, but it's been something on my mind lately. Usually when I have something on my mind, I have to get it down in writing or it'll never leave until it's replaced with something else that I have to get down in writing. This particular thing is unpleasant and is getting me down so I am going to get it off my mind now so I don't have to wait for something else to come (which could take a while).
I've been thinking about depression lately. I'm not sure why. The only way I can think to get this one off my mind is by sharing the time of my life when I was depressed. I've never told anyone the full story and I think I'll feel better once it's all down. Maybe my story will help others who are depressed feel better, or at least understood. For those who like happy stories, read something else.WARNING: This could get lengthy.
My story starts with a boy. We had been dating about 9 months. In the LDS community, this seemed like a good time to really decide about marriage. I was... relatively happy with him, but is this what love felt like? I was so confused. But, on good days, I was happy so I figured I had to have been in love, right? One day, he told me that he wanted to marry me. He said that I was the one for him. He wasn't proposing, but he was seeing if I felt the same way. I told him I didn't know if I was there yet, but I definitely loved him and said I'd think about it.
He then said that maybe we'd be able to decide better in an open relationship. ?!?. He said that maybe by dating others, we'll realize that this is what we want, and get married. I'm not sure why I deluded myself into agreeing and thinking it would work, but he made a very compelling arguement. In the meantime, we would pray about what was right for us. So, we did. I went on several dates, each with a different guy. Nothing felt right, and if anything, they were annoying. I just thought about this other guy the whole time, and then I felt bad about treating my date so badly, even if he didn't know it because it was all in my thoughts.
Then he found her. He took her out on several dates and oh boy, they hit it off!... He still hadn't decided what he wanted, so he stayed with me, while continually dating her, openly telling me of how amazing his dates with her were, and what they did, which usually consisted of taking her on dates that he took me on in the beginning that I thought were exclusively special to our relationship.
Then one morning, after revealing that he had entered into a physical relationship with her (snuggling, holding hands, and the "first kiss"), and that last night they had gone on the date that him and I had planned, he said that Heavenly Father had given him his answer, and that we weren't supposed to get married... And it had "nothing to do with this other girl". My foot. This other girl was his answer.
This threw me into a deep depression. I couldn't eat. I lost around 11 pounds in three days, and around 14 that week. (FYI, health experts say that if you are trying to lose weight, anymore than 1-2 lbs a week is unhealthy.) There were other things that contributed to this depression but this story is going to be long enough as it is so I'll filter them out. When that week was over, a week and a day after he told me, I became afraid. First, because that week, even looking back on it now, seems like it was months. Secondly, I couldn't get out of bed. Some saving grace sat their in the back of my mind, keeping me sane. It said;
"Samm, what are you doing? I know it hurts, but what are you thinking? 'I don't care if I'm hospitalized, it'd be better than here'? That's crazy talk! If nothing else, think of the money it would cost? You're a frugal person, Samm, what a waste! You can't even get out of bed this morning! You called in sick to work yesterday and you plan to do it again, all because you are too weak to do anything! This is serious. 'So what'? So what, he's just a stupid boy. You knew this was coming! 'He wanted to marry me'? You were on the fence about that anyway. Don't be ridiculous. 'I couldn't eat even if I wanted to'? Well, then it's out of your hands. You have a Heavenly Father who loves you. You have a father who loves you. I will give you the strength to get out of bed, now you do the rest."
So I went to my dad. I told him the story, and he told me that a similar thing happened to him, only they were actually engaged, ring and all. We sat on the couch and we cried together and talked it through. He then gave me a blessing, told me he had to pick my brother up from school, and when he got back we would all eat lunch together. It wasn't easy to eat, but that small bit of happiness with my dad helped me to. (Yes, crying with my dad made me happier than I had been all week just because I was able to talk about it.) Then watching cartoons and eating bagle bites with my brother made me realized how much I had set my family to the side to make room for my relationship. I spent more time with my family after that.
My depression only lightened. It didn't go away. I had a friend who I hung out with, and my girls, (In fact, these events are what started the famous Girls Nights every Wednesday, because I had set my best friends aside as well.) But I was still depressed. I saw both him and her at church every week. Together. Happy. Three months later, they got engaged. All the things that were symbols of our relationship, he now shared with her for their relationship: love songs, inside jokes, movies, etc. He did that with me; he took things from his previous girlfriend and made them our things. We called it Reassociation. This is childish to say, but I took them both off my facebook. I couldn't bear it. In fact, everyone else even said that the way they were on facebook disgusted them and people not even involved didn't like looking at their facebook. I knew he was laying it on heavy to make me jealous because he was that type of person. She hated me (I'm not sure why, she got the guy, why make things miserable for me even further?), but she also made things horrible. Other people made things difficult, but those are also filtered out for length purposes.
All of that was difficult to ignore, but I managed somehow. What was unbearable, though, was nighttime. Not only would he creep into my thoughts in the daytime, but they would both creep into my dreams every night. He was always there haunting me. I spent every waking second urgently and adhamently determined not to think about him, and as soon as I let my guard down in sleep, he was there. I'm a avid dreamer, and my dreams are psychotic, so there were no 'dreamless nights'. He was always there every night. The absolute happiest moment for the entire day for me was the time when my alarm would go off, I would wake up, and there was nothing. No thoughts, no dreams, no feelings nor emotions. Just Samm and nothing. It would surprise me! There's nothing! This is great, I love this! Then confusion. Why am I feeling this happy feeling of nothing? And then it would all come crashing down again. The dream of last night, all the things I try to never think about. That nothingness would last only a second or two, if I were lucky enough to hold on that long.
There is a happy ending. I had great friends and a wonderful family to help me through. Then in January, I met the love of my life. He had always interested me, but I never got a chance to get to know him. I had been hanging out with several guys, but was never able to commit. I just didn't feel that way about them. The one guy I was remotely interested in didn't return the feelings. Then I saw my Spencer. It was a breath of fresh air. I didn't think about the other 'him' once. Conversation was easy and entertaining. This particular night, I couldn't get away from him. He was like a sun, and I was his planet, having an unseen force pulling me to him. I tried to fight it, I didn't even know this guy! I should leave him alone. But I couldn't, I was just too happy around him and I hadn't felt connected with a guy in that way for a long time.
My life hasn't been the same since. I was no longer depressed, I was the happiest I had ever been, and I found someone that I will spend the rest of eternity with.
For those interested in happy stories and would like to see the full story, see my other blog Nearly Weds.
This is the end of my sad story. We all become depressed one one time or another, to some degree or another. I wouldn't wish this experience on my worst enemy. No body deserves to feel that way. Just remember that your Heavenly Father loves you very much, and that good things will soon come your way. They always talk about the calm before the storm, but you don't hear much about the "storm before the calm". So when life is feeling particularly stormy, get out your rainboots and umbrellas and know that the calm will be there before you know it.
I've been thinking about depression lately. I'm not sure why. The only way I can think to get this one off my mind is by sharing the time of my life when I was depressed. I've never told anyone the full story and I think I'll feel better once it's all down. Maybe my story will help others who are depressed feel better, or at least understood. For those who like happy stories, read something else.WARNING: This could get lengthy.
My story starts with a boy. We had been dating about 9 months. In the LDS community, this seemed like a good time to really decide about marriage. I was... relatively happy with him, but is this what love felt like? I was so confused. But, on good days, I was happy so I figured I had to have been in love, right? One day, he told me that he wanted to marry me. He said that I was the one for him. He wasn't proposing, but he was seeing if I felt the same way. I told him I didn't know if I was there yet, but I definitely loved him and said I'd think about it.
He then said that maybe we'd be able to decide better in an open relationship. ?!?. He said that maybe by dating others, we'll realize that this is what we want, and get married. I'm not sure why I deluded myself into agreeing and thinking it would work, but he made a very compelling arguement. In the meantime, we would pray about what was right for us. So, we did. I went on several dates, each with a different guy. Nothing felt right, and if anything, they were annoying. I just thought about this other guy the whole time, and then I felt bad about treating my date so badly, even if he didn't know it because it was all in my thoughts.
Then he found her. He took her out on several dates and oh boy, they hit it off!... He still hadn't decided what he wanted, so he stayed with me, while continually dating her, openly telling me of how amazing his dates with her were, and what they did, which usually consisted of taking her on dates that he took me on in the beginning that I thought were exclusively special to our relationship.
Then one morning, after revealing that he had entered into a physical relationship with her (snuggling, holding hands, and the "first kiss"), and that last night they had gone on the date that him and I had planned, he said that Heavenly Father had given him his answer, and that we weren't supposed to get married... And it had "nothing to do with this other girl". My foot. This other girl was his answer.
This threw me into a deep depression. I couldn't eat. I lost around 11 pounds in three days, and around 14 that week. (FYI, health experts say that if you are trying to lose weight, anymore than 1-2 lbs a week is unhealthy.) There were other things that contributed to this depression but this story is going to be long enough as it is so I'll filter them out. When that week was over, a week and a day after he told me, I became afraid. First, because that week, even looking back on it now, seems like it was months. Secondly, I couldn't get out of bed. Some saving grace sat their in the back of my mind, keeping me sane. It said;
"Samm, what are you doing? I know it hurts, but what are you thinking? 'I don't care if I'm hospitalized, it'd be better than here'? That's crazy talk! If nothing else, think of the money it would cost? You're a frugal person, Samm, what a waste! You can't even get out of bed this morning! You called in sick to work yesterday and you plan to do it again, all because you are too weak to do anything! This is serious. 'So what'? So what, he's just a stupid boy. You knew this was coming! 'He wanted to marry me'? You were on the fence about that anyway. Don't be ridiculous. 'I couldn't eat even if I wanted to'? Well, then it's out of your hands. You have a Heavenly Father who loves you. You have a father who loves you. I will give you the strength to get out of bed, now you do the rest."
So I went to my dad. I told him the story, and he told me that a similar thing happened to him, only they were actually engaged, ring and all. We sat on the couch and we cried together and talked it through. He then gave me a blessing, told me he had to pick my brother up from school, and when he got back we would all eat lunch together. It wasn't easy to eat, but that small bit of happiness with my dad helped me to. (Yes, crying with my dad made me happier than I had been all week just because I was able to talk about it.) Then watching cartoons and eating bagle bites with my brother made me realized how much I had set my family to the side to make room for my relationship. I spent more time with my family after that.
My depression only lightened. It didn't go away. I had a friend who I hung out with, and my girls, (In fact, these events are what started the famous Girls Nights every Wednesday, because I had set my best friends aside as well.) But I was still depressed. I saw both him and her at church every week. Together. Happy. Three months later, they got engaged. All the things that were symbols of our relationship, he now shared with her for their relationship: love songs, inside jokes, movies, etc. He did that with me; he took things from his previous girlfriend and made them our things. We called it Reassociation. This is childish to say, but I took them both off my facebook. I couldn't bear it. In fact, everyone else even said that the way they were on facebook disgusted them and people not even involved didn't like looking at their facebook. I knew he was laying it on heavy to make me jealous because he was that type of person. She hated me (I'm not sure why, she got the guy, why make things miserable for me even further?), but she also made things horrible. Other people made things difficult, but those are also filtered out for length purposes.
All of that was difficult to ignore, but I managed somehow. What was unbearable, though, was nighttime. Not only would he creep into my thoughts in the daytime, but they would both creep into my dreams every night. He was always there haunting me. I spent every waking second urgently and adhamently determined not to think about him, and as soon as I let my guard down in sleep, he was there. I'm a avid dreamer, and my dreams are psychotic, so there were no 'dreamless nights'. He was always there every night. The absolute happiest moment for the entire day for me was the time when my alarm would go off, I would wake up, and there was nothing. No thoughts, no dreams, no feelings nor emotions. Just Samm and nothing. It would surprise me! There's nothing! This is great, I love this! Then confusion. Why am I feeling this happy feeling of nothing? And then it would all come crashing down again. The dream of last night, all the things I try to never think about. That nothingness would last only a second or two, if I were lucky enough to hold on that long.
There is a happy ending. I had great friends and a wonderful family to help me through. Then in January, I met the love of my life. He had always interested me, but I never got a chance to get to know him. I had been hanging out with several guys, but was never able to commit. I just didn't feel that way about them. The one guy I was remotely interested in didn't return the feelings. Then I saw my Spencer. It was a breath of fresh air. I didn't think about the other 'him' once. Conversation was easy and entertaining. This particular night, I couldn't get away from him. He was like a sun, and I was his planet, having an unseen force pulling me to him. I tried to fight it, I didn't even know this guy! I should leave him alone. But I couldn't, I was just too happy around him and I hadn't felt connected with a guy in that way for a long time.
My life hasn't been the same since. I was no longer depressed, I was the happiest I had ever been, and I found someone that I will spend the rest of eternity with.
For those interested in happy stories and would like to see the full story, see my other blog Nearly Weds.
This is the end of my sad story. We all become depressed one one time or another, to some degree or another. I wouldn't wish this experience on my worst enemy. No body deserves to feel that way. Just remember that your Heavenly Father loves you very much, and that good things will soon come your way. They always talk about the calm before the storm, but you don't hear much about the "storm before the calm". So when life is feeling particularly stormy, get out your rainboots and umbrellas and know that the calm will be there before you know it.
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