And So the Winds Change…

Yesterday, I accepted a job offer.

A dream job really.

Someone is going to PAY me to blog.

And to learn SEO, marketing, Google, design, etc.

My excitement is immense.

My attitude is a 180 degrees from blah.

I can still run my kids around.  Work out.  Do everything I’ve been doing…

I can’t wait to see what the future holds!!

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The Ebbs & Flows of “Blah”…

Image result for blahI’m feeling “blah” again.

In all aspects of my life.

Crossfit.  My muscle ups aren’t where I want them.  Same with handstand walks.  Dumbbells.  Pretty much every move I need to work on.

Career.  Trying to decide what I want to do for the next 25 years.

Diet.  Still a struggle most days.

Family.  Good except for constant teenage bickering.

Spiritual.  Could always be better.

Attitude.  Same.  Blah.

I am getting my hair done today.  It’s been a while and is overdue.

Check off one good thing!!

You Win in the Little Moments…

Handstands for five minutes every day.

Muscle up practice twice a week for 45 minutes.

Throwing in handstand push ups when it’s not programmed.

Jumping rope in your garage for 10 minutes a day.

The little moments where you do extra work is where you win the WOD/workout. It’s these little moments that add up to big gains and before you know it, you’re doing the moves without thinking!

This applies to life as well. It’s the piano practice 15 minutes a day. The extra 30 minutes of writing practice. The 15 minute walk. The phone call or text to someone you want to keep in touch with. Coming in early to work 10 minutes early every day. Reading self-help/development books 10 minutes a day. Reading the Bible 10 minutes a day. Listening to your kids when they speak. Asking them questions when they arrive home from school about their day. Texting your spouse you love them every day. Talking to your spouse for 10 minutes every night before bed. Planning time together. Activities. Moments…

All of this adds up to you. You as a better person. Better athlete. Better worker. Better spiritual life. Better parent. Better spouse.

You only have so many moments in your lifetime. Don’t waste them. Add them up. Make them count. Form memories, not items. Hold your kids tight. Kiss them good night. Greet them in the morning. Pray for them.

Time is all you have. How do you use yours?

99% of Every Goal is Mental…

Yesterday I did Holleyman.

This entailed a heavy power clean.

The RX weight is 155 pounds.

I had it in my mind that that was my max.

So I thought I’d do 125 pounds.

But during warm ups, that weight was light, so I tried 135 pounds and had no problem.

I’ll just do 135 pounds and then drop the weight if I can’t do it.CrossFit DNR 7

I ended up doing all 30 reps at 135 pounds.

When I finished, I go to log my workout in my app that tracks all of my workouts.  It turns out my MAX power clean ever is 135 pounds!

So is it mental?

YES!

I know I have a mental problem with my deadlift weight.  Every time it gets heavy, I tell myself I don’t want to do this, and I don’t.  It’s frustrating.

This is why I never want to know cumulative reps or how long a workout might take.  It hinders me in my mind.

This is life as well.  We tell ourselves we can’t do something, and we don’t.  We all need to have more faith in our abilities and believe we can!

Just imagine what the world would look like if we did…

 

It’s Not About the Number on the Scale…

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I’m such a hypocrite.

Because I hit the scale every morning and depending on what it says, I let it influence my mood.

I’m writing this to convince myself it’s not about the number on the scale.  It’s how I feel every moment of every day.  How I treat my body.  How I eat.  How I workout.  How I sleep.  How I rest.  How I live.

This is what matters.

It’s not about how I look in the mirror.  Nor about how my clothes fit (because it’s hard to find clothes that fit me and look good on me unless it’s workout gear).

It’s all in the mind.  It’s accepting me, and how God designed my body and being done with it.  There’s no manipulation.

The only control is the day-to-day activities/fuel I do/feed myself.

These little decisions that add up in big ways.

It’s mental.

So stop playing the game society tells you to play.

Lead with your heart, soul, mind, and spirit.

The rest will fall into place…

We’re All a Work In Progress…

“Just a warning my rig work is rough.  Pull ups and Toes to Bar.  Barbell I am decent but still only a couple of years in.  Mostly doing comp for fun and friends are doing as well.”

This was a text I got from the guy I’m gonna partner with in an upcoming CrossFit competition in May.  Here’s my response:

“No problem.  We’re all a work in progress.  I don’t have ring muscle ups yet.  They are coming along.  And going heavy is touch and go cause of how lean I am. We’ll hopefully have enough between us to give it a go!!”

Last night, I had ice cream, brownies, Bailey’s and Kahlua.  I indulged big time.  It was so good!

In the morning I felt bloated due to the extra water carbs cause your body to hold.

I told myself, “It’s alright, Jen.  You’re a work in progress.”

This holds true for all aspects of your life.

Parenting.  You’re doing the best you can.

Eating, dieting, nutrition.  You’re doing the best you can.

Exercise and fitness.  You’re doing the best you can.

Work and career.  You’re doing the best you can.

Hobbies, religion, family, obligations, giving, helping others, voting, being a member of society, pets, animals, this planet, life.

You’re doing the best you can.

Give yourself a break.

You’re human.  You have strengths and weaknesses.  You succeed.  You fail.

But there’s always tomorrow.  Or this moment.  To start over.  To begin again.  To do better.  Be better.  Live better.

Here’s to you:  a work in progress.  Not yet complete.  But with each stroke more and more beautiful!

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Why Are Stares Bothering Me NOW?

A few days ago, one of my friends proceeded to tell me that CrossFitters don’t look much different than others.  This was based off the conversation that women don’t want to get big shoulders from doing CrossFit.

Well, I piped in.  “Based off of my experience and comments made to me, I would highly disagree.”

I’m beginning to take more notice of people as well–mainly because I’m getting more stares than usual.

There aren’t that many people walking around who look like me.Image result for animals staring

This has been affirmed lately as I’ve been dressing up more than usual as the weather turns warmer and wearing more clothes that show my muscles.

I was having a different conversation, explaining my routine to two gals I just met, and I  realized something:  not many people lead the life I do or do what I do.  The hours I spend that have given me this body I now inhabit are not how others spend their hours.  The extra time I put in toward my goals.  The work involved.  The sacrifices (I’m thinking of chocolate cake right now…)

And that’s not just CrossFit.

I blog.  A lot.

I work.  A lot.

I read.  A lot.

I’m constantly striving to be a better person, a better wife, a better mother, a better human being despite all my flaws.  I’m constantly searching for what’s out there for me, what I’m supposed to be doing, what path is next.  And I’m constantly learning.  I despise sitting and boredom and monotony.  Contentment is elusive.  Accepting that this is all there is is not an option….

Which begs the question:  What’s next?