Personal Fitness Torture

I'm pregnant! Well, let me get to that later...

Last Tuesday in Scouts we had to do a bunch of exercises for the Personal Fitness merit badge that we are working on. We did push ups, curl ups, pull ups, (and pretty much anything you can think of that ends in "up"), and we ran a mile. It was quite tiring, so it was nice when we were finally finished.

TWO DAYS LATER...

I wake up and I'm in terrible pain. I try to stand up straight, but my six-pack--whoops, I mean my abs--were so insanely sore.

So I walk down the stairs and go on with my life. In pain.

After a really long time of suffering--about 2 minutes--I finally took some IBuprofen, hoping that it would help. And guess what! It didn't.

So, for the rest of the day I had to walk around like an old grandma with her walker, all hunched over and moving at 1/2 inch per second. Near the end of the day, I decided to put a bag of peas on my stomach to distract my mind from the pain. It worked out pretty nicely.

Well, my baby bump isn't exactly showing, but if you saw it you'd see that it's a lumpy baby.

Today, my back is in pain from being hunched over for a whole day. And on top of that, my abs still hurt, but not as bad as yesterday, because I put the heating blanket over them while I slept. At least today I can stand up straight.

And guess what! I got a haircut! And I styled it totally differently!!! (But the picture up above isn't exactly the best at representing my new hair.)

BYU Graduation

Guess who graduated? Thomas! But that's not important right now--let's talk about Stacy.

So Stacy, the one who protected me from Thomas for all those years. The one that got herself lost on Bowron Lakes with Jalyn. The one who ate a donut. The one that won World War II for the world. The one who got arrested seven times in high school and is now doing community service. The one who ate a donut... has graduated.

And what a graduation it was!

I got to travel down University Parkway about a billion times, and it is now my favorite street ever. I got to see the celebrities of Utah: L. Tom Perry, Cecil O. Samuelson, and the Snow Cone Guy. I got to go to the Macaroni Grill and meet this cool guy named Bill who lost his head and arms in a bowling accident later in the trip...

"Hey, isn't this supposed to be about Stacy?"

Oh yeah! And I got to see Stacy graduate! All she did was walk on a stand and shake a bunch of old people's hands. But no, it was more than that. First she got a picture in front of a green screen so that she can appear to be (or "have been") anywhere she wants, since all you have to do is slap a picture behind her--green screens are pretty cool! Then she gave a card--with the proper pronunciation of her last name ("What's so hard about saying her last name?")--to some guy who then gave it to another guy who read it into the microphone, and then she shook the hands of some very intelligent people, one being Cecil O. Samuelson. And then Dad snapped a picture of her.

And then do you know what we did? We took pictures!

Picture time! (I pretty much stole all those photos from Stacy's blog...)

We're all white. There's no denying.

Looking at the wrong camera...

I wasn't properly positioned for the camera, so my face sort of got distorted, as Thomas informed me afterwards...

I wanted to look short, okay! Also, Thomas is pulling out his hottie moves...

I got to kiss the queen. It's a once-in-a-lifetime sort of thing, so why not take the chance?

You're STILL looking at the wrong camera.

And then the creep appears out of nowhere.

I love this girl!!!

Oh yeah, and here's Bill, who somehow survived that bowling accident.

And Stacy thinks she can just pop into that picture...

At least he got a cool T-shirt out of it, but he only got that because the manager of the bowling alley felt bad for him, not because he rolled three strikes in a row--because he didn't.

Piano Recital... 2!

So, guess what? I had another piano recital...

...a month ago.

"Wow, why didn't you blog about it earlier?"

Anyways, everything went really well. I played "I''m Not That Girl" and "For Good," both from Wicked (my favoritest play ever)! I only messed up on "I'm Not That Girl" at the beginning and at a small part in the middle. And with "For Good" I did PERFECT, which is really saying something, considering it is way harder than "I'm Not That Girl."

Altogether, I felt really accomplished and happy. I have a really amazing piano teacher, and she has helped me to become the piano student that I am today. Thank you, Sister Tarter!

And sorry--we did record my playing the piano, but Thomas, who does everything technological, didn't make a video for YouTube, so I don't have anything for you to watch.

"Really?"

Well, Thomas does things like that REALLY well, so I think it's best that he do it!