Bad ass BF

I did it to running today.

Imagine this:
I just started running, I felt like crap because of the tight trousers and my big butt moving up and down with every step, and suddenly:
There was a BUS driving down the street, you know, public transportation, and all of the people sitting in there could see me.... trying to jog.....my butt.....
Bad.....

Anyway, I ran some time and I did not feel like dying today. Maybe it will get better every day... I got a new online coach, one for beginners, and now I don´t feel like shit every day like the week before. The training program I had last week was for people already running some miles per week... And I am not that bad.....

After running, I did some yoga to get lean and strong muscles, I don´t know is this is working, but I don´t want to be one of those women who have legs like men....
So, the day was not that bad, especially when reminded of the 24h shift I had yesterday.... I am a workout machine...
:-)

We had a family dinner tonight, and the BF was making fun of me together with some relative of his (cousin). I know, men need this some time, but it hurted me.
You know, those remarks about losing all freedom the minute you get married, about not being able to have a happy life because there is THE WIFE controlling everything... I am used to this, but in the end they made fun of me because I want to get married in a real church. I never felt like a Christian, but in the last few months I realized that it means a lot to me to say these words in front of God and a whole lot of people. There is no place to make fun there... They were laughing, and joking, and I felt bad. I guessed that this would be a problem related to my personality, to me, actually. But when I decided to go home my future sister in law took me aside and said:
Don´t worry about the crap they are saying, that´s totally mean.
I said: I am hurt.
She said: I can understand that. Just don´t care.

I hugged her.
I was so relieved that someone else at the table found these things totally mean and misplaced. I am not alone, I am not weird and strange.
There were bad things said by them, and it did not hurt me alone.

I know, this is sad, but I am so glad I am not alone for once.
I really like her. I am glad she will be a part of my family soon.

Oh, by the way:
I did really good food-wise. I peeled potatoed for everyone, ran around getting stuff missing on the table, helped my future mother-in-law, and in the end I did not have much food altogether. This is the perfect way to get through family dinners: helping out.
1. Everybody likes you, because you help.
2. No time for food.

Hope THE SCALE will reward me tomorrow. I will try wedding dresses, I absolutely have to be perfect for the wedding. At least, I will be perfect on the outside.