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We're on our way out west. Five days on the road with long hours every day. Colder than a well digger's butt. Got one workout in in the last 7 days. More later!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-1866233746732280672013-03-04T22:55:00.002-05:002013-03-04T22:55:49.945-05:00Mojo...Or Lack Thereof<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been busy the last several weeks as we continue to prepare for our adventure. The motor home is getting packed up and organized. Luna's been to the vet for a check up and vaccinations. Laundry has been done...and done some more, and life has been in a bit of upheaval. With it my mojo seems to have been packed away somewhere, and I find myself having to really push to get out and do what I know I must to stay sane--workout. I get out there, though, and I work. I even push and then push a little harder although I suspect I could push even harder if I tried. </div>
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Since the successful end of my Whole30, nutrition has been even more of a challenge than the workouts. I suspect stress is a big factor. I continue to have the twitch in my eyelid, the nightmares and just general anxiety, something I am unaccustomed to fighting for this long. I hope that as we hit the road next week, these things decide to melt away.</div>
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The hubby and I are preparing for our next big change in life--hitting the road and traveling for the next couple of years, working here, there and yon. One of the things I will miss dearly is my own little therapeutic space. I love Gym Jen. I find peace there. I won't be completely leaving it behind, though. I'll be taking the portable gear, including the kettlebells, the TRX, the sandbags, etc., with me. I've done this for a long time when we went on vacation, but this time it'll be a bit more permanent, so I'm taking more of my gear. Here's a peak at this week's "Mobile Gym Jen."</div>
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Also, today is Day 12 of my second Whole30. Still trucking along okay, but the cravings have increased a little today. Tolerable, though. </div>
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-91975554561458130092013-01-22T05:10:00.001-05:002013-01-22T05:10:36.865-05:00There's Just No Denying ItWhole30, Day 7. Yesterday the "carb flu" started to set in. My legs are aching, and my head is a bit woozie, a little unclear. Despite these bumps in the road, I cannot deny my body likes this way of fueling myself. Marc asked me yesterday what was up. He said that I was "glowing." =) Already the fuzzies are diminishing (I know that may be TMI, but I think it's pertinent, so I mention it). And today I started a menstrual cycle (again TMI?). It's been a few months since my last one, and I have no doubts that this one stems from hormones falling back into kilter. I'm not sure exactly which thing is causing my grumpies, but my patience has definitely worn thin.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-65202954093733011942013-01-19T23:28:00.001-05:002013-01-19T23:29:08.398-05:00Whole30--Day 5I think I'm beginning to get into the grumpies and the fatigue--just barely. I have had a minor headache for the last three days. My workout today did not feel as strong as usual, and my attitude has been poopy. Then again, maybe I just have a crappy attitude.<br />
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On a happier note, Mama's Gerbera daisy bloomed today. I like to think it's her sending me a smile.<br />
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<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-5092454774883215822013-01-19T00:03:00.002-05:002013-01-19T23:29:08.396-05:00Whole30#2--Day 4I decided a while back that I would do a second Whole30 after getting back home from my "holiday" trip to Tennessee. Hopefully this time I will be better able to ease back into some of the eliminated foods to ascertain my tolerance of them. Today is day four of that project, and I am ravenous...emotionally. Physically my appetite is well controlled, and I don't feel hungry at all. Emotionally, I miss my stevia sweetened tea like a toddler misses its woobie, and I want to nibble constantly. Part of me feels a bit less dedicated to this process than last time, but I will finish it. It will be done--in 27 days.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-42833389643859352502013-01-08T02:34:00.001-05:002013-01-08T02:34:39.867-05:00Turns Out It's UncertaintyOver the last few weeks I've grappled with emotional eating more than I have in the last two years, and I have found that odd. Surely losing both my parents and my babygirl would stress my resolve as much as it could be stressed. I have turned my stressors over and over in my mind, and I think I've reached a pretty fair conclusion. I can deal with certain pain--or certain happiness. It's uncertainty with which I struggle. As we change from our current lifestyle, and prepare for the next phase of life, things are taking a while to fall into place, and that is wearing on my emotions. The last major weight gain I had was over twenty pounds in two months--in a time of great uncertainty. Better mind my P's and Q's.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-47608325034840529602013-01-02T23:24:00.002-05:002013-01-02T23:25:58.387-05:00Dare Mighty Things<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;">"The Year of Broken Things." That is the way 2012 will forever be remembered in my mind. It was full of heartbreak and disappointment, and while I try not to wish time away, I am glad to say "good riddance" to it. I know it held some great and wonderful things, but I don't have the time to think long enough to remember them. When I woke up on the morning of December 31st, I felt a lightness of heart that I couldn't remember. I felt <i>good</i>--physically <i>and </i>emotionally--and suddenly, having felt that way once again, the absence of it in the past year and a half was felt all the more.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;">A couple of days before the end of the year I came across this quote from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theodore_Roosevelt">Theodore Roosevelt</a>, </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">"Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the grey twilight that knows not victory nor defeat."</span> <span style="font-size: small;">It reached out to me,</span> as things sometimes will, and struck me as a good thought to tuck back for the coming year. Specif<span style="font-size: small;">ically,<span style="color: #e69138;"> "DARE MIGHTY THINGS" </span>jumpe<span style="font-size: small;">d out. </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">One of <span style="font-size: small;">Marc's friends a<span style="font-size: small;">sked him a few m<span style="font-size: small;">onths ago if I had made it through my mid<span style="font-size: small;">-life cris<span style="font-size: small;">is yet. A<span style="font-size: small;">fter I got over being pissed off that he accused me of being <span style="font-size: small;">middle a<span style="font-size: small;">ged, I realized he was right. I've spent the last two years or so tr<span style="font-size: small;">ying to figure out my place in the <span style="font-size: small;">world, trying to decide <span style="font-size: small;">if my career path was completely off track or if it <span style="font-size: small;">was just at a less scenic point in the journey.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> That self-<span style="font-size: small;">reflection along with some ideas that we've been tossing back and forth for years has le<span style="font-size: small;">d to some major changes <span style="font-size: small;">for us. I've quit<span style="font-size: small;"> my current job, and Marc and I have decid<span style="font-size: small;">ed to focus a little differently on life for the foreseeable future. The rough draft has been put in place, but <span style="font-size: small;">we're still working on the details. This qu<span style="font-size: small;">ote <span style="font-size: small;">reminded me that as we grow<span style="font-size: small;"> up and age, we lose our imagination in a lot of ways<span style="font-size: small;"> and sometimes lose faith in our abil<span style="font-size: small;">ity to accomplish great things<span style="font-size: small;">. <span style="font-size: small;">Without imagination or faith,</span> we stu<span style="font-size: small;">mble along in the same safe rut, never seeing the other beautiful things we can do.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;">So<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>while 2012 was the <span style="font-size: small;">Year of Broken Things, 2013 <span style="font-size: small;">shall be the Year of Daring <span style="font-size: small;">Might<span style="font-size: small;">y T<span style="font-size: small;">hings.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-83275153228384507092012-11-09T00:32:00.001-05:002012-11-09T00:33:41.105-05:00Challenges<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes the idea of doing "a little more a little better" seems like such slow progress. Day in and day out, it's difficult to appreciate where we are going and where we have been. Occasionally though after weeks or months (or sometimes years) of trudging away after a goal, we randomly experience something we never thought possible.<br />
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For months on and off, I've been doing handstand walkups and holding them for a while as a part of some of my workouts. After seeing pic after pic of my RKC buddies doing one-armed handstands, I decided to see how far I could get. Imagine my surprise when I nailed it first time! I was dumbfounded--especially when I did it again, and then on my less strong side! I was bubbling with excitement.<br />
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With the coming of autumn and a return to standard time, the light wanes quickly but it is certainly beautiful when it's here. ...and the Gym Jen lighting system is a fun change up to the routine. ;)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-72576650571042118882012-11-01T01:11:00.000-04:002012-11-01T01:11:58.022-04:00LessonsMuch of life is about learning lessons, living through an experience and coming out on the other side wiser and better. Someone who has lived a few more lessons than me (but whose name I can't seem to remember at the moment) said that when we stop learning, we have stopped living. I have thought a lot about that concept since I first read about it, and I subscribe to it. Life <i>is</i> learning. Only when we lie lifeless in bed, completely devoid of interaction and stimulus, when our minds are taken from us entirely, do we stop learning, and that, my dears, is no life.<br />
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The last 18 months or so have given me many lessons, and it has underscored previous ones. Often, my heart aches with the knowledge of which I am now so keenly aware. Moments are fleeting and precious, and the people in our lives are what make them worthwhile. In this vein, changes are afoot. After all, what good is a lesson upon which we do not act?<br />
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The weather in north Florida is on the change as well as autumn has brought its chill a bit early. We had frost yesterday morning! I never see a frosted patch of grass that I don't think about all the mornings I stood with wet hair waiting on the bus or huddled in the passenger seat of Daddy's '79 Ford F150 waiting for the heater to kick in. Daddy was always convinced that I was going to catch my death from that frozen head of hair. :) So the last two days, I've not needed a fan at all for my workouts. As a matter of fact, I've had to wear a t-shirt and capris and was still a little chilly. This is the first year I can remember when I actually have looked forward to the cool weather. I guess we all really do change with time.<br />
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At Moe's yesterday (I didn't have time to prepare anything before work), I ran into a couple I took care of a couple of weeks ago. They insisted on buying my dinner. What a lovely treat!<br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-34203005201580391682012-10-28T19:48:00.000-04:002012-10-28T19:49:06.009-04:00My Whole30 Comes To An EndIt's been a busy few weeks. Right smack in the middle of my Whole30, I went to Las Vegas for a class--12-14 hours a day of classes for 4 days. I used to love Vegas, and you just can't beat the food there. I won't lie, I was bummed not to be able to take advantage of the culinary delights in Sin City, but I was determined to stick to the plan, and I did. As a matter of fact, I still had the best meal I've had in years at the <a href="http://www.eiffeltowerrestaurant.com/">Eiffel Tower Restaurant</a> while I was there. It was absolutely perfect. The class was exhausting but productive, I didn't overindulge, and I even got in a couple of workouts. Despite being painfully homesick, not a bad trip overall.<br />
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I continued the <a href="http://whole9life.com/category/whole-30/">Whole30</a> after I got back, and ultimately enjoyed the overall experience quite a bit. Breaking it down to the basic numbers, over the 30 days, I lost 7.5 pounds and 8.25 total inches. For those of you who have been following me over the years, you will know this is nothing short of <i>monumental</i> for me. I also noticed that my mood was, indeed, improved. Mind you, I didn't experience the paleo giddiness that some folks report, but I have noticed that my mood is better. My skin is clearer. I didn't have the breakouts and blemishes during this cycle that I typically do. And (this might be TMI, but I think it's significant so I'm going to share it) I also noticed that the "fuzzies"...you ladies who have them will know of what I speak... are markedly better. There is no doubt that my hormones are in better balance than they were before the Whole30. One of my goals with the Whole30, though, was decreasing the number and severity of headaches that I'm having, and I didn't see much improvement. I did see some, just not enough, so I've decided it's time to check in with a neurologist and make sure nothing hinky is going on.<br />
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Tomorrow I start phase 9 of my workouts from Jennifer Cooper, so today I decided to just spend some time playing. Here's the evidence (note playing with my one rep max deadlift was part of the play. Turns out it's 170#, about 110% of body weight):<br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-63855614222499397382012-10-09T02:06:00.002-04:002012-10-28T15:00:28.359-04:00Whole 30--Day 16I was feeling pretty good about where this whole endeavor is going, like I'm slimming up some--losing some fat. And I still believe that, but I still had my bubble burst today as I was trying on clothes for going out of town. Ugh. I also think I'm putting on muscle in my ass and thighs. I'll welcome it in my ass. In my thighs, however, I'll just have to tolerate it. They're already...um... shall we say...<i>strong</i>.<br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-72759716956370273842012-10-06T02:32:00.000-04:002012-10-28T15:00:49.127-04:00Whole30--Day 13I might be crazy, but I think the fatigue is lifting. I also think I can see my skin clearing and feel my neck (that is to say my traps) loosening up some. I really firkin miss my stevia.<br />
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My head is foggy, and I am crazy sleepy, but the leg aches have gone away. At this point, I 'm trying to convince myself NOT to go off the program for the 5 days I'm in Vegas next week for a class. I'll be by myself and in class 12-14 hours a day, so going off would just be retarded. So far no difference in the headaches but I've definitely noticed some leaning out. (Strict Whole 30 is no weights or measurements for the whole month, so I'm not sure what those differences are.)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-69216109964113026332012-09-28T23:23:00.002-04:002012-10-28T15:00:49.122-04:00Whole 30-Day 6My muscles are aching like a son of a gun. I can't decide if it's from the diet, a bug I've caught at work or not taking my Natural Calm because it has Stevia in it. Regardless I feel like doody, and I'm making a concession by ingestion enough Stevia to go in my Natural Calm tonight. As a matter of fact, why don't I go do that now...Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-31629651077663947022012-09-24T21:02:00.002-04:002012-10-28T15:00:49.119-04:00Whole 30--Day 2Day two, and I am seriously jonesin' for some stevia sweetened tea--iced black or hot green. I suppose that affirms my need not to have it for a while. I almost gave up the 30 days based just on not being able to have my stevia. And I've been <i>starving</i>. I'm not eating any less food, so I'm hoping my metabolism is just smoking through. :)<br />
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28 days to go.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-50170582926313465332012-09-23T01:00:00.002-04:002012-09-23T01:00:17.406-04:00Whole 30<hr size="1" style="background-color: #cfdfef; color: #cfdfef;" />
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I need a boost, a kick in the pants, something to kick start me for a
while. I need a bit of progress. I need for my headaches, which for a
while had gotten much better, to decrease from their current three or
four days a week. Whole 30 seemed as good a place to hone my habits as
any. Starts tomorrow.<br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-29960253261221521852012-09-20T21:13:00.001-04:002012-09-20T21:14:07.252-04:00Kaizen<div align="center">
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As Lean Eaters
will know, Kaizen is the Japanese concept of continual improvement--of
doing a little more, a little better every day. Marc and I were at the
range the other day, and another couple whom we often see there happened
to join us on the steel range. Usually we only see them on the static
range shooting at paper targets, and we've seen them there frequently.
Honestly, I had never paid attention to their shooting skills until I
saw them shooting on the steel range. I've noticed that they often shoot
several different firearms of varying calibers, but never how well they
shoot them. The nature of the steel range, though, is such that one
can't help but notice others' skills. Frankly, I was surprised by their
lack thereof. They really were not very good at all, and I commented to
Marc how surprised I was at their poor shooting considering the amount
of time they spend at the range. In his seemingly infinite wisdom, Marc
made the point that doing the same wrong thing over and over again only
serves to ingrain bad habits. Instantly, the light bulb in my head went
on. How applicable to all aspects of life--especially the gym!<br />
<br />
Showing up and going through the moves is so easy sometimes. The trick
is the focus, making sure the moves are worth their salt. The trick is
one more perfect rep or 5 more pounds or a bit more squeeze at the top.
The trick is one bite less, one bit leaner than last time. The trick is
occasionally reaching out to an "expert" for some recommendations about
how to improve what we're doing. The trick is <i>continual improvement</i>. Otherwise we're just wasting ammo.<br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-67118918149694766862012-09-16T00:41:00.000-04:002012-09-16T00:41:35.336-04:00A Little Happy Time With the FamilyI've been away from the log for the week in favor of some time with my
brother and his family who came down to visit from Tennessee. The have
five children, three of whom she home schools. They are some of the
hardest working people I know, and some of the best. We were happy to do
our best to spoil them for a week.<br />
<br />
One of my treats for the week was having new workout buddies. My brother
works at least 50 hours a week, helps raise those kids, helps keep
house and garden, and still manages to workout 4 or 5 days a week. He
carries dumb bells in his truck and works out on his lunch hour--has for
years. I suppose that's part of what keeps his energy up to keep up
with those young'ns. He and his crew are quite an inspiring bunch.<br />
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<b>Last year about this time I wrote this:<br />
</b> <br />
<i>"With the coming of October, ladies, we are officially in the 4th
quarter of our journey. For those of you who don't watch American
football and might not be familiar with the concept of the 4th quarter,
this is the point at which we truly show our mettle. It's easy to be
excited and start a new game all fired up. In the beginning, we
haven't yet been truly challenged. In the beginning, we don't yet know
our opponents. Sure, we've studied the film and prepared as well as
possible, but until our cleats hit the dirt and the sweat starts to
roll, we can't truly know of what we or our opponents are made. In the
2nd and 3rd quarters, our heads are down, and we are doing the work,
learning our weaknesses and our strengths, and we are trudging
ahead--the end of the game a distant glimmer. <br />
<br />
The 4th quarter though, the </i> <i>4th quarter is the most critical
point in the game. This is the point at which we learn of what we're
made and at which we show it. A game can be won or lost in this most
critical of quarters. This is the point at which an underdog comes from
behind to upset an overconfident foe. This is the point at which a
true champion doesn't let up but protects their lead against the last
minute rally. This is the point at which we are tired, beaten up,
dirty, sweaty, and ready to go home, but 15 minutes of play lie ahead
of us and we still have to defend our end zone. When it's all said and
done, and the lights have gone out, we want to walk out of this
locker room holding our heads high and knowing we have done our best
until the very last play.<br />
<br />
So my challenge to myself and to each and every one of you is to keep
this idea of being in the 4th quarter as a constant in your mind. Keep
running, keep driving, keep fighting for ever last yard. Know every
play counts.</i> <br />
<b><br />
Lately, I've come up with some further thoughts along this same line:<br />
</b> <br />
<span style="color: black;">One might argue that life is not a game, that the
analogy of a fourth quarter implies an end to a process. The first
time I used that analogy, quite a few people became offended that I
would imply that life is a game or that the Lean Eating process would
have an end. I maintained then, and still do now, that the analogy
holds. Actually, I have been thinking of it quite a bit lately.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">A team and its players do not face a single game.
Instead they face seasons. The play from each game builds on the
lessons from the previous game. We learn our weaknesses and our
strengths and adjust our game play accordingly. We take hard, painful
hits and go on injured reserve. Some days our step is more sure, and we
are more fleet of foot. Others we’re doing well not to trip over
ourselves. We lose teammates and gain others. And when it’s all said
and done, there’s always another game then another season--at least
until we take ourselves out of play or until there isn’t, in which case
it no longer matters.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">This game’s third quarter has been a hard one for
me, and I’ve sort of been limping along. When we’re not our strongest,
though, staying in the game means finding other ways to maximize our
play. The more I think about this analogy, the more I like it. As I’ve
looked at it further, I’ve come to realize that more often than not
when I look behind the facemasks on the opposing side, I am my own most
fearsome opponent; that the conditions on the field are what life has
to throw at me at any given time, and what play I run next is my own
choice.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">As I approach this last quarter of this
particular game, I am standing in the dark in the soaking rain. I am
bruised and tired and feeling more than a little outmanned. The rest of
the team is huddled around the coach, and I can hear her stoking the
fires and laying out the plan. My eyes, though, my eyes hold loose
focus--the scoreboard to the left, the soggy field laid out before me,
and the end zone to my right. As the next series of plays is presented
and I look out at a slippery field and a point deficit, I realize that
it’s times like these when I have to focus on the fundamentals. Hold my
stance. Keep my head up. Keep my eyes on the target. Pursue. And
DRIVE. It’s time to fall back on the fundamentals and hone them to a
sharp edge. Now, more than ever, it’s time to stay in the game--even if
I’m a little tired, bruised or outmanned. I have another whole
quarter, and the rain shows signs of letting up.</span><div align="center">
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-64708654976432319022012-08-26T23:21:00.003-04:002012-08-26T23:21:28.512-04:00The Four Agreements<div align="center">
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I am currently reading <i>The Four Agreements</i> as recommended by Coach Krista well over a year ago. <img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.precisionnutrition.com/members/images/smilies/msn/blush.gif" title="Blush" />
My "to read" list is long and varied, and frankly, anything in Kindle
version is much more likely to be read. My iPad goes with me most places
and is a multitasking tool,<i> and</i> it is its own light source which
helps me be able to read before bed since that light doesn't wake the
hubby. Regardless, I recently decided to bump it up in the list and have
been glad that I did.<br />
<br />
The four agreements are simple. <br />
1. Be impeccable with your word. <br />
2. Don't take anything personally. i.e. Nothing is personal.<br />
3. Don't make assumptions. <br />
4. Do your best.<br />
<br />
The book further elucidates these agreements in a way that is a bit
"froo-froo" but is valuable nonetheless when read with an open mind. <br />
<br />
The first agreement is described as the most important, and when it's
fully explained, I can see where it could be. To be "impeccable" with
one's word on the surface seems to mean to always be honest, and while
I'm sure that's included in its scope, basically, it intends to say to
always be positive with your word--even the "words" in your
mind--because our words, our thoughts, are the things that create our
worlds. Miguel Ruiz explains that the words of those around us and the
rest of the world are what create our worlds from the very beginning.<br />
<br />
For quite a long while, now, I've been working with the premise that
"With Out Thoughts We Create Our Worlds," a premise that I've heard all
my life, starting with my dad when I was a little girl. All the
different applications and translations of that, however, are still
coming to me over time, as is the depth of its truth. While reading
about the first agreement, I had another small revelation about the
power of words/thoughts and how they form our lives.<br />
<br />
I have the distinct memory of being about six or seven years old and
asking my mom for gymnastics lessons. My asking for anything, especially
something so expensive, was unusual because we didn't have much money,
and I knew the expense would be a hard thing for my parents to spare. I
wanted those lessons, though, more than I had wanted just about
anything--ever--and in my heart I believed I could be more than just a
good gymnast. I could be a great one. I could, after all, turn better
cartwheels than any other girl in school <i>and</i> do the splits in any way possible.<img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.precisionnutrition.com/members/images/smilies/msn/cool.gif" title="Cool" />
So in my memory, I am standing in the kitchen with the afternoon light
streaming through the window, looking up at my mom. I have just asked
her if I could take gymnastics lessons, and I am anxiously awaiting her
response when she says, "Oh honey, you're too fat to take gymnastics." <img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.precisionnutrition.com/members/images/smilies/msn/what.gif" title="What" />
I told this story once in earshot of my mother, and she was appalled.
She swore that there was no way she would ever tell me such a thing. My
argument always was, "How could I have just made up such a clear
memory?" In her defense, she did always seem to believe in my
capabilities despite her seemingly endless pessimism. Whether it was a
true memory or not, it was a part of my reality, and I am beginning to
wonder if that moment shaped my future more than I have previously
thought. <br />
<br />
Maybe my "I'm a jump retard," "I'm not an athlete," "I'm a chubling" thoughts were seeded in that six or seven year old girl.<br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-90716903517284379952012-08-20T00:44:00.001-04:002012-08-20T00:44:47.607-04:00RewardSometimes doing just for doing's sake is just not quite enough.
Sometimes I need a little bit of extra incentive to help me along. When
I'm seeing progress (a.k.a. movement on the scales or measurements or
the fitting of the clothes), I don't feel as much of a need for
"extras." For me, though, those numbers move s....l....o....w....l....y,
and here lately, staying the course has been hard. I've turned to nuts
as a comfort food (BAD f'n idea!), and I find myself making
less-than-optimal decisions elsewhere--small indiscretions that make for
bigger impact on the physique.<br />
<br />
To help get myself back on track, I have begun to give myself habits
specific to me to follow for 2 weeks at a time. I am currently finishing
up my "No fried foods" habit. (Yes, things have been that bad.<img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.precisionnutrition.com/members/images/smilies/msn/blush.gif" title="Blush" />)
Specifically, this one was to encourage me to stay away from the
tortilla chips at the Mexican restaurant which are a trigger food for me
right now. With Marc's business, we often go out with others to eat.
Most often, that is to one of the local Mexican restaurants, thus the
tortilla chip temptation. My goal is to be 90% compliant with each
habit, and if I am, I get my reward. I'm doing well with this particular
habit, and my next one is, "No nuts unless they are part of a prepared
dish."<br />
<br />
My reward, you ask? I've started another Pandora bracelet. For this one,
I plan for the charms to be all about my perception of myself. The
first charm is a feather. We'll see what I get next.<img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.precisionnutrition.com/members/images/smilies/msn/wink.gif" title="Wink" /><br />
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-53906247822829089402012-08-14T00:27:00.002-04:002012-08-14T00:27:15.166-04:00Focus<div id="post_message_681076">
Focus, and its power for progression, is underestimated--in my humble
opinion--and I have been working on this particular aspect of training
lately. My time in Gym Jen is my sacred time, a time when I am able to
do something just for me. You folks know what I mean about that. The
kicker to that is that for a long time that has meant that it was my
time to ponder life. I would work out and think about work or ongoing
projects or the weather or any of a hundred other things. Don't get me
wrong, I'd put effort in--LOTS of effort--but I glossed over that
concept of really F-O-C-U-S-I-N-G on each individual movement, pattern
and muscle. Here lately, I've been working bringing my monkey mind back
to the action at hand and giving myself a rating 1 to 5 for each
workout. I have yet to get anything higher than a 3, but the 3's are at
least getting a bit more consistent. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Evidence of the effort, my sweat skull</i>:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Luna Petunia</i></span>:<br />
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A few weeks ago we joined a local range and have gotten back into
the habit of shooting regularly. I hadn't realized how much I missed it
the last few years until we got back out there. Today as we were
shooting the steel range, I WAS focused, perfectly focused. It occurred
to me then that I need to be working on focus in ALL aspects of my life.
<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">My first time back to the range in three years:</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">My hunny does some shootin':</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Yes, I look like a goober, but it's an effective shooting stance:</i></span><br />
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Presence in each moment...another worthy goal.
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80882950993146128.post-6011783186166707872012-08-09T01:42:00.002-04:002012-08-09T01:42:26.717-04:00Hope<br />
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Hope </div>
Hope is the thing with feathers <br />
That perches in the soul, <br />
And sings the tune--without the words, <br />
And never stops at all,<br />
And sweetest in the gale is heard; <br />
And sore must be the storm <br />
That could abash the little bird <br />
That kept so many warm.<br />
I've heard it in the chillest land, <br />
And on the strangest sea; <br />
Yet, never, in extremity, <br />
It asked a crumb of me.<br />
---Emily Dickinson<br />
<br />
I have been away from blogging for a while--since March
to be more precise. May first marked the one year anniversary of my
father's death which sent me into a bit of a dark place, and then my mom
died somewhat unexpectedly May 24th (at almost 81-years-old the
imminence of death is always apparent). Thrown further into the
darkness, I was just beginning to see light when the older of our two
girls, the golden retriever, became suddenly ill. We laid Abbie to rest
July 8th. It has been a dark, painful summer.<br />
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Despite it all, I've only gained about 5 pounds. At other times in my
life, I have gained as much as 20 or 25 pounds in 6-8 weeks of much less
stress. My nutrition hasn't been perfect. Neither have my workouts. But
I have stuck to the basics as much as I could, and that has been my
saving grace where my weight is concerned.<br />
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Over these months, I've found myself in a bit of a strange identity
crisis. I am almost 39-years-old, but losing the last of my parents
somehow felt like losing what was left of my childhood. Suddenly, with a
few heart-wrenching words, I was thrust fully into adulthood as crazy
as that sounds. The two people to whom I would always be a child were
gone. I no longer had the safe haven of their unconditional love and
acceptance, their glowing pride in me. I no longer had their wisdom or
their friendship. I no longer had the one thing on which I could depend,
no matter what, to catch me if I went into free fall. Or so my heart
felt at the time. In truth, my dear hubby provides all of that, but in a
different sort of way. That truth, however, was clouded by the sorrow
and a feeling of utter isolation. I miss my parents and my babygirl
every single moment of every single day. My heart often feels like a
sucking wound, a hole swallowing up the light and goodness and joy
around me, and I am ready to leave that feeling behind. I have come to
the conclusion that I cannot do that while standing still. I must place
that package of pain on the ground and walk away from it, keeping the
goodness and happiness and wonder of parents who did it as well as they
and a dog who taught me about love and the joy that can only come from a
lack of expectation in only the way she could. <br />
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Part of walking away from that pain is getting back to some of the things in my life that I enjoy. Posting here is one of them. So here's to new beginnings...<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17077930691017238101noreply@blogger.com2