About Jodi

Into the Looking Glass: Jodi’s Portal

What’s on my iPod right now?

 We’d be here all day if I answered that question fully. Suffice it to say, a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Everything from Korn’s “Alone I Break” to the Scumfrog Remix of iiO’s “At the End” (a delightful number that is perfect tempo for running bleachers in the blistering Texas heat) to Adele’s “Chasing Pavements” (when I could only foreshadow my eventual heartbreak and temper it with her later winning single, “Rolling in the Deep”) to Metallica’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls” (yes, I’m a headbanger) to Madonna’s “Give it 2 Me” (there’s just something magical to hear “why wait for someone else to do what you can do right now” just days before winning a bodybuilding show)…shall I continue? How about I just answer the next question…

What have I added to my iPod in 2012?

 That’s a little easier but still lengthy, so I’ll just give a few morsels: 1) Chevelle’s “Face to the Floor” (Ever wonder how I can deadlift 245 pounds for 5 reps? Listen to the song and see if you don’t want to take some weight and slam it around.) 2) Karen O and Trent Reznor’s remix of Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song” (I instantly downloaded that after spending three hours cozied up by myself in a movie theater, watching “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” and munching on my cheat meal from The Cheesecake Factory.) 3) The Black Keys’ “Howlin’ For You” (But this is the remix version that makes me feel extra cool when cruising around Dallas suburbs in my VW crossover.) 4) Foster the People’s “Helena Beat” (The juxtaposition of the lyrics versus the upbeat nature of the music fascinates me, and frankly, I do better on the treadmill with the song banging against my eardrums). 5) Nine Inch Nails’ “Only” (Admit it, you feel like these lyrics on some days. If you don’t, then how do you appreciate the days when you really feel special in life? It’s like ice cream: if you never have chocolate, then how do you know vanilla is truly your favorite?)

What’s on my bookshelves…

(and my bedside table and my coffee table and the backseat and floor of my car and my kitchen counter because, quite frankly, my apartment is overrun by books)? Well, we’d be here all year if I were to answer this one fully. It’s an even lengthier list than the songs that are housed in my iTunes Library, as well it should be. So, I can tell you that I still have my copy of “Where the Red Fern Grows” from my third grade reading of the novel. I also still cherish my dog-eared copies of “The Portrait of Dorian Gray,” “Lord of the Flies,” and “Fahrenheit 451.” I love my Alice Hoffman novels. All of them. And Jodi Picoult’s novels. I’m still mesmerized by “The Time Traveler’s Wife,” “Like Water for Chocolate,” “Chocolat” (no, I am not trying to imply a theme of dessert here), and “The Mermaid Chair.” I’m haunted and reborn by “The Road,” “The Giver,” and “Tuck Everlasting.” And I wouldn’t dare throw out my copy of “Gone With the Wind.” I enjoyed “The Descendants,” became stupefied by “We Need to Talk About Kevin,” and am itching to start “Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy” (and I bet that by the time you read this, I’ll be done with that book too and onto the next one). It might (or might not) surprise you to know that I have an Excel spreadsheet with the listings of the books I own. I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing that I can’t remember them all.

What five things would I bring with me to a deserted island…

 (yes, I know that the typical number of items one is asked to bring to a deserted island is three, but I’m creating the questions here, so I’m in charge): Lip gloss (you can see that I have my priorities in order), my little Roxi girl, “Lord of the Rings” (maybe I would finally get through the trilogy that isn’t really a trilogy), pen and paper (we’re counting that as one since they tend to be joined at the hip), and a Costco-sized package of Oreo cookies (I’m fast becoming addicted to these during my 2012 off season). Of course, if you ask me this question a month from now, I’m sure I’ll change my mind on a few things (like the Oreos…not Roxi).

This questionnaire is fast becoming a novel. I hope that’s okay with you. You can always come back to my website when you more time to read, you know. This isn’t a one-day pass. You’re welcome here whenever you like!

My favorite color:

Duh…purple. Didn’t you pay attention when you visited my site?

My favorite savory food (off season):

Bacon cheeseburgers (the bacon has to be crispy, the cheese has to be extra sharp cheddar, the beef has to be thick and juicy, and the bun has to be toasted) and salads. Yes, I did say salads. I absolutely love when I can get a salad with all of the “stuff” I want on it. My absolute favorite mixture on a salad is blue cheese crumbles, Granny Smith apple chunks, dried cranberries, and avocado along with grilled chicken or chilled/cooked salmon.

My favorite sweet food (off season):

This deserves a numbered list, and I still won’t get to all the swett stuff I love. 1) Carrot cake with cream cheese icing (true carrot cake…not spice cake; the Keg Steakhouse has the absolute best!). 2) Oreo cookies (the ones covered in white fudge are pure evil…just saying). 3) Starbucks’ crème brulee frappuccino (with the whipped cream and with the caramel drizzle…this drink should be outlawed for the amount of calories it has, but I still devour it in the off season during my scheduled cheat meals). 4) A recently discovered “Heaven and Hell” cake from Stephen Pyles’ restaurant here in Dallas. It has peanut butter mousse in it. Need I say more?

My favorite contest prep meal:

Scrambled egg whites and oatmeal; I could eat this every single meal of every single day.

My guilty pleasure(s):

I have several. As far as TV goes, I love The Real Housewives of Orange County. Go ahead. Lose respect for me. I don’t care. I’m still going to lose myself in the drama of those bleached-blonde, botoxed beauties. It makes me feel better about the drama I’ve had in my life (and let me tell you: my story could rival that of a soap opera on some days). I also became addicted to the Food Network’s “Chopped” while dieting for the Natural Olympia.

Speaking of Addictions…

Gum. I need gum to get me off of gum. It’s ridiculous. I used to chew Trident cinnamon gum until my tongue was numb. They discontinued the flavor, so I switched to Orbits Bubblemint. When I’m really stressed at work and feverishly tap-tapping on the keys of my laptop, I go through copious amounts of gum. It’s sick. Someone save me please.

A fun fact:

Did you know that not only am I an only child, but I’m also an only grandchild. Before you mouth “spoiled” to the air, remember what it takes to be a bodybuilder. I may be an attention-getter, but I am not spoiled. I work hard for everything I have and want in life. It’s the way that my parents and grandparents taught me.

A talent of mine:

Besides my writing? I do voice impressions. No, I will not demonstrate. I save these only for those people that I don’t mind ridiculing me (like my now non-existent boyfriend and my parents) and those individuals that can only bark (i.e., Roxi) so I have no clue if they are making fun of me or barking in my favor.

The saddest moment in my life:

The day my grandmother died. I’ll save that for a blog post. There’s just too much to tell about her and wouldn’t be fair to put it into one brief paragraph here.

The biggest lesson I’ve learned from competing:

In this world, unlike any other world of sports, you compete against yourself and yourself only. It’s too debilitating to the soul to compare your own body to the bodies that surround you at competitions. It’s not to say that I don’t still do it sometimes, but ultimately, I know that I have to be happy in my own skin and understand that this is my body, and it has a certain size and shape to it that I can control and a certain size and shape to it that I cannot control. Kind of like everything else in life, it’s important to control the things you can and leave the rest alone.

And I’m leaving this questionnaire alone for now. But I promise to deliver more juicy details about myself as the year progresses.