If it ain't one thing it's another...

This morning hubby pissed me off. No there isn't trouble in paradise. Him and I tend to piss each other off but give us an hour or two and we've forgotten all about it. So I went to the gym mad, let the kids get on my nerves, and was cut off twice on the interstate. Like I said... if it ain't one thing it's another. After arriving alive at the gym I headed off to Beginning Zumba class to see if this class would be something I liked. I like music and love to dance (even if it's while I'm cooking dinner or cleaning around the house) so I ended up liking the class alot. And afterwards I was sweating and smiling even though I rolled my ankle at the beginning of class and was in a little pain. I had a lot of fun and even met another woman there around my age, which was great because the Y is full of people my grandparents ages... ;P Apparently there is another Zumba class tonight after hubby gets off work so I may be going again!!! :) Looks like I have a couple followers now which is neat. HEY GIRLS!!!! Gotta get back to my short hour of the kids taking a nap so I can watch Hercules... (Cheesy acting but with those muscles... I'll deal with it!)

New Blog?

Okay so I was trying to find a better name for my blog because I don't want people to be under the impression my blog is all about Scuba Diving. This blog is about me striving to fighting to be the person I want to be, which isn't easy by any stretch of the imagination. I was reading the FLYladies blog and one thing that made sense to me was baby steps. Even though I don't have any followers as of right now I want to let EVERYONE know that my blog is not going to be focused on just diving but more of my life. Yes there will be some diving in it but more importantly it's going to cover my journey to get back to a scuba life. I have to get in shape, lose weight, and build myself into the person I know I can be. This year my biggest focus is on change. My changing for the better and I hope that my story will inspire others to focus on themselves instead of everyone around you. Yes I firmly believe that everyone should give back to the community but before you can get to that level you need to accomplish goals in your own life. Hopefully through this blog you will see me accomplishing my goals for a better me and I hope it encourages you to do the same.

A Brief Introduction and History Lesson

Where to begin? Well you will notice that the title of my blog is "One Diver's Life" that is because I am a scuba diver and have been for about 12 years now. I know some of you are thinking WHOA... she's old... I'm 24. That's right I've diving since I was 12. Do I have any other certifications? NO... I never got past Open Water Diving. I love it. There is nothing like that feel of water holding you and the sound of real ocean and nothing else but your own breathing. I quit diving for a while after I turned 17... why? Well a couple of reasons played into it. One... I lost my diving buddy(my dad who moved to Mobile to open his own business) and two... I met a boy. **I'm smiling now too** This wasn't just any "boy"... I was 17 and in love and busy trying to map out who I was going to be after high school. My husband (the boy I met at 17) was certified about a year ago along with my baby brother (who really isn't a baby any more). I went along for the certification dive just to keep an eye on things. Boy that went over well. I got a rude awakening when I couldn't fit my shorty anymore (bc I had gained ALOT of weight) and then on top of it I found out I'm not in the same physical shape I was at 16.

The day started like any normal dive would. We hit Vortex Springs for the freshwater portion and yeah I got in that cold ass water without a wetsuit in October. I didn't freeze or catch hypothermia like most think I would have. I was raised swimming in Wakulla Springs and I was pretty comfortable with the water temperature. Well after everything went well for the spring dive we headed for Panama City, FL for our shore dive. This part is where it got a little scary for me. I thought I would be okay to swim with everyone and I was for the most part. I achieved a neutral buoyancy (I wasn't on the bottom and I wasn't on the top for you non-divers) and was hanging out with the group having a good time. Then I got caught in a rip current that shot me to the top of the water before I could get anyone's attention in the group. Once there I went ahead and filled my BCD with air so I could float with ease. Then I looked around for help. Luckily there was a fisherman on the Jetties... I got his attention and let him know I was caught in a rip current and needed help. I saw him and a couple others whip out their cell phones and they also got the attention of a free diver who was video taping grouper in the Jetties and he came to my rescue. I remembered my training and went ahead and started swimming parallel to the beach until he caught up with me and with his swimming skills and that HUGE monofin he had on I managed to get back to shore just as the Coast Guard showed up to help. Exhausted, pissed at myself, and shaken up but all in all ok, I called my dad (my original diving buddy) and cried on the phone telling him about it. I decided then and there I was going to get a handle on my weight issues and my physical wellbeing.