It's time to take my power back. It's time to give myself permission to move forward. Enough of feeling powerless and hopeless. I wake up frustrated and feeling defeated. Also, I have been jealous of everyone's everything lately, a sure sign that I'm feeling stuck and need to change things- drastically, if possible. Josh agreed to be with me in sickness and in health. Right now, it's sickness but I want to go back to health.
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What motivates me to workout is not what you think. Yeah, I want more energy and I want to look good in clothing…but those two things don’t keep me motivated long-term. They should. But they don’t. If I rely on that, well, I find myself on the couch, eating gluten-free snacks and crocheting instead of going downstairs to lift weights or ride the exercise bike! I also don’t feel inspired by all of the young, fit, twenty-year-old role models flooding IG, since some of their bodies seem perpetually out of reach for me. The biggest motivator for me is seeing…
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I used to wake up to workout in the morning. I hate the morning. I would wake up to the noise of the alarm and instantly be angry that I was up before everyone else. I would smash the button to silence the alarm and, grumbling away, wrestle my cold tired body into the first workout clothing my hands could grab. Sometimes I wouldn’t even do that- I would workout in my pajamas. Supportive people around me would say, “At least you were doing something to stay healthy! Right?” Wrong. Bleary-eyed and sore from sleeping, I would make my way…
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Omigosh, my pants are tight. I’ve gained weight. Not a big deal….just have to get back on track. Or at least, that is what I am telling myself. We read a great kid’s book the other day, (hang with me, it ties in) called Virginia Wolf. It perfectly explains the “doldrums”, as the author puts it. I felt that last month. And I gave up, just like Virginia in the story. I was crabby and isolated myself. I stopped working out and I reached for comfort foods a LOT. I justified it by skipping my first snack of the day,…
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I was having a conversation with one of my favourite health coaches ever, Naomi Teeter, and the word “balance” came up. Why are we all so obsessed with it?? Naomi has a very healthy view of what balance is and she is so down to earth about it that the conversation got me thinking, WTF is balance? So I started to write and a rambling stream of thought came out….as this…. Balance is trendy. All the self-help gurus tell us we have to focus on balanced healthy living. But WTF is Balance???? If you looked at my…
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I get attached to STUFF. Sometimes it is the memory of buying it. The anticipation of it being yours. Or it is the memory of the person that gave it to you. If it was someone special or a defining moment in your relationship when you received it, that only makes it more special. I have tons of “special” moments in the back of my closet and I don’t need to uncover the objects, from underneath the pile of clothes to donate, to dust off those memories. So why do I keep them? Fear. Fear that if I let go…
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I used to be under the impression that when you found a workout you liked, that got results, you stuck with it. Maybe, once you felt up to it, you added in some other activities on the side; spin class, hiking, rock climbing or soccer. Your daily grind would remain to keep you up for those other activities. Some people successfully do this. Turns out, my personality doesn’t work like that, and I get BORED- with a capital BORED- after a very short time. I think that this feeling of boredom is fairly common. So….how am I supposed to get…
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If your kids are anything like ours, they always want to move. We try to encourage it as much as possible. This being Calgary and it being “only” May, it ended up snowing and then raining and then snowing and being miserable all day yesterday. (Today the sun is out, because, Canada.) Of course, that was the night Hunter wanted to go for an after-dinner walk. Although none of us were up for it, we did set up an impromptu floor hockey match in the basement. We live in a townhouse where the levels are split up by stairs and…
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Awhile ago I reported I would try to wake up before my kids for one full week and get a half hour workout done. It was really hard but… SUCCESS! Every morning was a struggle and some mornings I got out of bed much slower than others, but I found the time I gained in the evenings priceless. I only took Friday off. I took Friday off because I felt extraordinarily run-down and decided to listen to my body. The flu and a nasty cold is going around here, so I decided to let my body rest for a day…
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I am NOT a morning person. I never have been. I take about two hours to feel like my eyes are fully open and I often feel energized at night time. Night time is when I suddenly feel the urge to start giant craft projects or when I have my best writing ideas. My daughter calls me Snorlax, the famous sleepy Pokemon character who seldom wakes up and is motivated by food. She’s not far off. My kids laugh at me when I sleep in on weekends, asking me why I “love sleeping so much”. It’s not that I’m depressed…