Weigh-In Wednesday #36:  144.2

I have a confession:  I am “one of those people” who have to change clothes in the bathroom or changing stall at the gym.  I recently swapped memberships from the YMCA to the JCC, and the first thing I noticed was a lack of privacy in the women’s locker room.  I feel very silly having to go to a bathroom stall to change into my workout clothes because of my fear of being naked in front of other women.  Last night, after struggling to get my running shoes on while straddling a toilet, I walked into the main locker room area to store my work clothes.  There were naked bodies everywhere of every size, shape & age.  While trying not to stare, I noticed that not one of them thought twice about it.  Some were bending over going through their gym bags, others were just sitting there staring off into space.  It’s kind of bizarre, actually.  Or maybe it’s bizarre that I don’t feel as comfortable as they do.  All I know is that I want to be on the naked team!  I’m going to attempt a full-on naked experience in the women’s locker room just to prove to myself that I can do it.  Not sure when or how, but I promise to report on my success (or failure) afterwards.  🙂

I was really saddened yesterday afternoon to learn about Elizabeth Edwards’ death.  It’s not like I was following her status closely, but I did feel like we all lost a very special woman.  She was strong to the core and fought her battle with cancer to the very last second.   Here was her final post on Facebook:

“I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful.”
-Elizabeth Edwards

With her passing, I’ve thought about my own death.  I hope to live a very long life, but if it happens prematurely I have some wishes.  I want my body to be cremated… and while I know it is illegal, I hope that my rebellious loved ones would sprinkle a little of my ashes in three places:  in the yard of our old house in Morris; in Praiano, Italy (Amalfi Coast); and in the French Quarter of New Orleans.   I really don’t care what happens to the remaining ashes, so whatever my family & friends want is fine by me.  I do not want a funeral service or burial.  Instead, I want a big pot-luck dinner where everyone brings their favorite dish to share.  Over a champagne, I’d like everyone to state one personal goal that they’d like to accomplish – then do it in honor of me.  Then… Rice Krispie Treats & gelato for dessert!!   I don’t want anyone to be sad over my passing, instead I want them to celebrate their own life & remember me during the happy moments.  🙂