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Slippin’

I have got to get back in the gym! When I last left you all i was in the beginning of my fitness journey and starting to fall in love with a lifestyle that included exercise.

I remained an active follower of this new lifestyle until about 4 months ago when I took on a large project that was incredibly rewarding, but also made me lose sight on fitness.

Now here I am.  I have made it to the gym 4 times in the last two months.  Now, in my defense I did have a strange medical problem surface in October, but that does not fully justify my negligence.

Between job stress, attempting to start my own business, and trying to remain mentally healthy I let my body take a back seat.  I also have been dealing with loss of appetite the last two months so when it would be time to go to the gym I just have no energy. Life certainly has not been a crystal stair y’all.

I wanted to return to writing, because it is something that not only brings me enjoyment, it brings clarity.  Clarity, is what I think I have been missing all of these months in my absence.  I did not know how to maintain that feeling with out putting pen to page, or in this case, finger to keyboard.

Writing and fitness.  Need to remember to keep these in my mantra.  Otherwise, I will grind for money that I will not be able to enjoy.

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SWEAT.

Eight weeks into my fitness journey and it is still not an easy feat to get me into the gym.  Even though I look forward to the post workout endorphin burst; I still have to battle my demons to walk into the front door.  It is no secret that I used to find exercise incredibly boring, but I no longer feel that way.  I started out on this journey only going to the gym two days a week and I knew to see the results I wanted I needed to up the ante.  So about one month in I switched to going three times a week and I saw a dramatic change in my endurance and my physical appearance.  Now here I am in week 8 and have only been to the gym once.

Now I am not going to be too hard on myself because this week has been one hell of an emotional roller coaster (major car problems, trying to apply for new jobs, life in general) and I still made it to the gym and managed to sweat it out for almost 90 minutes.  Now that I am approaching the weekend (read: calories from imbibing) I am apprehensive that I may be setting myself back.  I have sworn to myself that I will get up early and hit the gym before work to make sure I get in at least two days this week.  There is also little doubt that I will make it as I have enlisted an early riser friend to call me to make sure I have my shit together. Plus the fact that I legitimately feel that if I don’t go I will be letting myself down and that is the last thing that I would want to do right now.

It has been a weird transitional period in my life these last few months and as I come closer and closer to the end of this chapter with my job I cannot help but feel a little listless and in need of additional emotional support.  But like all things in life that make me feel better (exercise, writing, meditating) they are easier said than done when it comes to moments of true emotional peril.  I write all of this to ask anyone who reads this to rally with me and have the strength to get up and exercise one more day to get myself closer to optimum fitness.

Getting fit. the right way.

Exercise is hard, particularly when you are trying to build it in as a part of your life and not just “that thing you do occasionally for a few weeks after New Year’s”.  I have also been trying to make sure that I have been doing the same with my writing, but that is for another post.

For the past two weeks I have completed 3 gym days and I could not be more excited about my progress (lost 6 inches from various places thus far) but the thing that I am most excited about is that I am excited about exercising.  Now I get in the gym and push myself, and it feels good.  Granted, I am ready to pass out by 9:30pm on days that I exercise but it feels so nice to be a little bit stronger.  I went from struggling through 30 minutes and watching the clock the whole time to powering through my work out and not even realizing that I have been at it for over an hour.

I went from barely breaking a sweat to not getting off of a machine until I was pouring and unable to breathe, this is what pushing feels like and for so long I was scared but it has actually turned out to be one of the greater moments of my life.  In my job I can’t see results in a short amount of time, I certainly don’t see improvement this fast in any art form I indulge, but I have taken my body and made into something stronger.  I feel proud. I feel motivated. Moving forward.

Work, Work It Out.

Have you ever just wanted to throw all caution to the wind and say

“I will not eat another piece of fruit, nor will I drink another ounce of water! On this day, I only want bacon and wine!”

Well, that day is today for me.  I have managed to not totally fall off of the fitness bandwagon.  Successfully completing two days a week in the gym for the first three weeks of the plan.  I am headed back in today after a 4 day hiatus and I must say that I want to go, but I know I will be battling my laziness come 5pm.  The mission for this week is to go a minimum of three times.  I need to shorten the gap between my visits and I also want to feel all those happy endorphins a little more frequently.

I have also been maintaining my diet (I use the term loosely)fairly well. One of my main food objectives has always been to eat well because I have never been good about exercising . So, lean protein and dark leafy greens have been a staple of mine for a long time now. Don’t let some of the recipes you see posted lead you to believe that I eat like that everyday, because I have not the time or the energy.

For the firs time in almost a year I stepped on a scale and was SHOCKED by how much I had gained since I had last been on one of those contraptions.  I have a new motivation as I step into the weight room this week, an actual goal. At first I did not want to put any strenuous timelines or goals on this process but one has developed organically.  I am not quite ready to share that goal here but the overall focus is that I become stronger and healthier.

Here’s to another week in fitness!

The New Workout Plan b.k.a. Misison, Oh Girl Your Silhouette Makes Me Want To Light A Cigarette

Congratulations to me! I have once again started on a fitness journey.  Now before you go and pop bottles in honor of my victory let me give you a quick recap on my previous fitness jouneys.  They all end.  No sugar coating on that one.  There are as many reasons for not finishing a program as there are attempts at starting one.  Usually I just get bored, or sad, or lonely in the fitness world. I am not a teetotaler so that excludes me from social circles at the gym.  I struggle with patience, so the yoga cliques are not my comfort zone. Now you might be mad at me for what I am about to say next but it must be said. Runners look stupid.  I just can’t.  Watching people run in my city is just seeing a cacophony of limbs, haphazardly flapping about, and knowing that they are ruining their knees for life.  There. I said it.

I am not knocking anyone that has found a fitness lifestyle that works for them, but I am jealous, obvi.  Whatever. I do have hope for this new journey, because I am walking into it with no delusions of grandeur. I have been trying to find my exercise niche for so long that I have come to the conclusion that I just don’t like it, and maybe never will? But, I do know I feel better when I am done, my energy spikes, and I like how my clothes lay against my frame. So just like my morning vitamin/supplement regimen, consuming 64oz of water daily, or eating a metric fuck ton of fiber exercise is something that I do not like. However, I will continue to do it because the benefits far outweigh the costs.

 

Keep me in check, if you see me slipping, remind me about this post!

 

Look at this healthy ass lunch. Baked sweet potato, chimichurri, arugula, green onions, sour cream, and bacon ( I know bacon is not healthy, I have to have some caveats).
Look at this healthy ass lunch. Baked sweet potato, chimichurri, arugula, green onions, sour cream, and bacon ( I know bacon is not healthy, I have to have some caveats).

No More Body Shaming: A Note To Myself and Others


Why is it so hard to be nice to my body? I am not talking about my diet when I say “nice”. I live by the “everything in moderation” mantra so that is pretty much covered.  What I am talking about is my almost comic incapability to have positive thoughts about my appearance without any harsh critiques.  Everything is always something that “needs correction” or “almost there”.  Nothing is ever just right at the moment of scrutiny.  I had a physical recently because I was having some back issues and came up healthy.  I just cannot ever seem to be satisfied with my body though.  I know that I am healthy, and I can see that I am strong, and I have almost no physical ailments. Why am I constantly trying to “fix” something with my body?

When you absorb as much media as I do it makes sense that I grapple with not looking or feeling the same as the images that I consume.  This post is not a pity party for me. I am not asking for compliments or reassurance. On some level, somewhere in the jungle gym that is my brain, I am well aware that I have nothing to be upset about.  I just had to write these thoughts down because I know it gives me comfort to know that I am not the only person going through something.  For me there is comfort in community so I am just letting the world know that I am here and sometimes I feel broken but my logical mind knows better.

This also is not just a post about being positive about your body, and loving your body, but about not shaming other people about their bodies either.  That behavior is making it hard not only for others to feel confident but it makes you doubt yourself as well.  Just think about it for a moment, if every other word out your mouth is something disparaging about someone how could you possibly have any confidence in anything you put out?  Well, other than an extreme case of narcissism, I would imagine that you struggle with a positive view of yourself.

So short, tall, skinny, average, heavy, brown, black, white, purple, green, WHATEVER you may look like you need not feel stifled because you do not look like someone else.  I know that the western beauty standard of beauty gives us all a hard line that we think we must follow, but lets one up the system and feel good no matter what (well, at least try to).

I’m Begging You…

 

Yes, you should have sex with your partner every day. It really does make a difference in the functionality of your relationship.  Correction: it makes a HUGE difference in the functionality of MY relationship. This leads me to believe that it may help other couples that may be struggling with even being able to look at one another during the work week.

First of all, I have always had a healthy appetite for sex, but while I was in the midst of my sexual awakening I was in my early 20s and had almost nothing to do (school, bull shit part time job). So at that time, my appetite for sex felt huge.  I would want to have marathon sex as often as I could. I wanted to feel as many new sensations as possible.

Fast forward to my late 20s I still have the same desire for sex, but my follow through was lacking.  I have been in my relationship for a while now, my boyfriend and I live together and we are both moody people. When we first got together we wanted nothing more than to do the ol’ horizontal rumba, but as we started to move in together our sex life (among other things) took a horrid turn for the worst. Eventually it came to a complete halt.  We were fighting more, and just in a state of general melancholy.

It was after a few months of this that I said we need to make or this thing will be over.  So we made a change.  We started to make an intentional effort to “do the do.” Now it may seem very un-romantic or just plain strange to advise someone to “make time” for sex, but it is really easy to let “the moment” slip by when you are both exhausted from working, all day, followed by running errands, followed by whatever bull shit stress you are going through, followed by trying to make the house presentable, you see where I am going with this. A moment when you and your partner lock eyes and passionately rip each other’s clothes off seemed to be few and far between in my life. Maybe I am a square, but get real.  If I did not plan to do something that day, I am probably not going to do it.

It was a miracle, the fighting was gone (at least the petty fighting, arguments will always happen between two people, particularly if I am one of the two people), we were splitting chores and errands more equally. We started communicating more throughout the day, which helped to make me look forward to getting home and getting each other’s clothes off.  This lead us down the road of more sexual freedom (day trip to the local sex shop is always an exciting partner activity) and just an almost euphoric feeling of being in love with one another.

Here is my final argument as to why I know this system could work, because when we stopped making time for sex everything went right back to SHIT. The fights became spiteful again, and the mood in the home lulled and eventually exploded into full blow sitting on the couch in silence. It seemed inexplicable, because we have great conversation, and agree where it is important, and are not afraid to speak our minds with each other; but without sex we could not even manage to muster anything more than an ineffectual “How was your day?” before we slipped into 2 hours of silence on the sofa before we went to sleep. So we promised that we would not let our sex life fall by the wayside like that again and we are better than ever.