Project Finish Line: Move & Be Grateful

Of all the silly things I’ve done, NOT getting my weigh in on camera this week was super stupid! Why, you ask? Because I lost  almost 2.5 pounds last week!! From 152.6 to 150.2!!! WHAT??!!?! People! I’m telling you! If you want to transform your body – and in doing so your mind and health – CARB. CYCLE. Carb cycle!! 

And MOVE. Find something that you enjoy and just keep doing it. Last week I ran a mile each on Sunday and Monday, followed by some strength training, then I slacked off Tues-Thurs, and rounded out the week with snowboarding/skiing on Saturday, a half an hour kicking the crap out of a heavy bag at the gym on Sunday, and today another mile run. BOOM!!

Loveland Ski Area


You get a little self obsessed when you start feeling great about yourself!

BTW – can you tell my energy is pretty well through the roof? 

I won’t belabor the point anymore. I will just beg, plead, and encourage you to consider a transformation journey. Just try it! You won’t believe how your whole life changes around you. If you need a little inspiration, watch Extreme Weight Loss. Because I stand at a teeny, tiny 5’3″ (or 2″ depending on who’s tape measure you believe…) the one that lit a flame for me was the one with a wonderfully sweet woman who was actually considered a little person. She ended up running a full marathon! 

I leave it here for now. Look out for a mid-week DIY! 

Not Another New Year’s Resolution

I don’t abhor the tradition of New Year’s Resolutions the way I do Valentine’s Day, but I do find it simultaneously silly and limiting. I believe we should all be on a constant path to self improvement, and when doing so on as dynamic a trail as Life that path will consistently change. If it doesn’t, you’re missing the point. 

Every single day is New Year’s. Each day you wake up is a day you can change the course of your life. So I prefer to make goals as I see an opportunity or necessity to do so. For example, I’ve made reference to an accidental personal journey that sort of snuck up on me. As much as I was unprepared for this journey, it has presented itself as undeniaably necessary. Thus, a new goal in this new undertaking. 

Ergo, New Year’s Resolutions are just too limiting in my opinion. You tie yourself to a goal or multiple goals, life happens, things change, and you end the year feeling like you failed at something. And I don’t do failure. 

So this year, instead of New Year’s Resolutions, I am going to explore my Bucket Lists. Yes, I said lists plural. There are the great big grand experiences I hope to have before I die, and then there are those smaller things I want to do that spring up in my mind as goofy, crazy, adventursome, random, life-affirming, or whatever else that can be reasonably acheived within a more immedate future. 

I’m still working on my Terminal Bucket List or TBL as we’ll henceforth and forevermore call it (and some of it I’ll never post for public consumption!), but here’s what I have so far: 

 

1. Travel to as many countries as I can (hope to cross Italy, France, and Spain off the list this year!)

2. Take part in a sweat lodge ceremony

3. Save someone’s life

4. Improve someone’s life significantly 

5. Climb a 14er (only you Coloradoans will really know what that means)

6. Take a month of to hike/camp alone in the mountains (or just take a month off – that’s never happened either!)

7. Pay off ALL my debt and keep it that way Dave Ramsey-style!!!

8. Play with an otter (or multiple otters, either way I’m stoked)

9. Go on a cruise or other Girls Only trip with my best friends

10. Get my concealed carry license

11. Own a motorcycle (and ride it of course)

                                                      

12. See the Northern Lights

 

No, I don’t care to bungy jump or sky dive. I’m a thrill seeker, but I don’t think I actually have a death wish. And I’m TERRIFIED of falling. Not heights – Falling. There’s a difference. 

 

As for this coming year, I have some flavors of little steps to get me to the big items on the TBL as well as just some randomness that I want to be able to say I’ve done. So, the 2015 Annual Bucket List (or, you guessed it, ABL 2015):

 

1. Join Roller Derby (What should I call myself? Eve Isceration, Double D Trouble, Killer Queen, Princess Punisher, Lady Smasher, Lady Killer, SweetTease Pie, 1 Bad Lil Bitch, DD E. Viscerator, Babygirl Bruiser, Bombshell Bruiser, T Zing Terror, …help!)

And this will be the required equipment for an epic klutz such as myself.

2. Take a month of pole dancing “fitness” classes (and maybe video a show?!)

3. Solo Karaoke (I’ve only ever been brave enough to do it in groups)

4. Take motorcycle riding lessons

5. Visit my mom (I haven’t seen her in a year)

6. Take a solo road trip to…somewhere

7. Run a 5K w/ my fitness-savvy friends (the Color Run in August sounds great!!)

 

If the definition of ‘resolution’ is the “firm decision to do or NOT to do something” then I prefer to call this my New Year’s REVolutions, if you must stick me in a box. Some of these things may happen, some of them may not, but I will challenge myself with small acts of living life in the hope that I will always have good stories to tell and never have to regret being on the sidelines of life. 

Because, really at the end of the day it’s all about living. 

It’s all about finding a way to consistently…

Bad Poetry Reading

I suppose some context is in order, because normally I’m such an upbeat person, but I don’t really have an explanation I’m prepared to fully disclose. In addition to Project Finish Line, which I’ll be writing on more this weekend, I’ve embarked on a bit of an accidental journey that is putting me through my paces, and well…out this came. 

Worry not, my friends, I may not actually be as bullet proof as I claim, but I try to be tough to hit. 

And if you’re reading this, suggestions on a title?

Broken heart, yet still I stand

A shattered shell with grains of sand

Beneath the skin that rip and tear

At throbbing scars already there.

Empty numbness leaves me needing.

Someone stop the jagged edges inside bleeding.

But I walk alone with you forever,

Festering wounds holding me together.

Pull away then turn around 

For though I fight I long to drown

In the merciless sea of time ahead 

That fills my every breath with dread

Of living life an immortal cursed 

To trudge invisible upon the earth 

Across the paths of none who see

What could have been whole is broken in me.

My soul is hope transformed to doubt

Now trapped and screaming with no way out.

At the top of my lungs I silently cry 

Lamenting the second before goodbye 

Where possibilities thrived,
And we were alive,
With reasons to try,
And no end in sight.

But now it’s today,

When you walked away,

Leaving behind you this fractured wraith 

To survive in the absence of aspirations or faith.

So I put on the smile already failing me

To pretend to the world I’m still in one piece

And somehow still similar to

The person I was when looking at you,

But It’s all a lie, for with each ragged breath 

That person is gone, the thing remaining is death.

It’s desperate to fall, but I steady my hand…

Broken hearted, yet still 

Mercilessly 

I stand.

Project Finish Line: Week 7 and Holy Moly Carb Cycling Works!

I’m happy to report that, despite a weekend in Dallas drinking and carousing with my best friend followed by a pretty off week, I weighed in Saturday morning at 155 lbs (down from last week!). I won’t be taking measurements again until January, but my pants are now lose enough that they’re hanging a bit lower and making me look slightly sloppy. But only slightly. Nowhere near a size 8 yet. 😉

No one ever said it was easy achieving the things you want, and tackling 3 major goals all in just under a year is no exception.

In addition to writing a book, going to Europe, and regaining the glory of a size 8 (yes, a size 8 for me is glory – I just don’t have a skinny girl frame, okay? Caution: Curves Ahead) I’ve been on a bit of a personal journey since my dad died in 2012, and over the last couple of months that journey’s gotten jacked up a notch. While necessary, I’ve found it’s also a bit mentally – and oddly physically – exhausting.

Compound that with an unpredictable, stressful, and highly change-prone job, and life is a bit…complicated…at the moment.

But that’s the thing – Life. Is. Complicated.

All we can do is try to know ourselves well enough to navigate the inevitably and often times constantly rough waters without drowning. No easy feat.

So what does this have to do with Operation Finish Line? Two things.

First, while I’ve been continuing to (mostly) eat the 5 small meals a day required by Chris Powell’s Carb Cycling nutrition plan, I’ve not been doing well with eating the right things. Happily, I’ve not gone totally off the deep end either. In fact, a weird thing is happening to me: I’m not that hungry, and I’m not murdering people as a result of not eating that much.

Example: Yesterday (a bad day by any carb cycler’s standard), I ate cereal with blueberries, a handful of almonds, some chicken nuggets, and about 5 bites of a chicken bowl from Chipotle, and possibly a Quest protein bar. (Side notes: Quest protein bars are my absolute favorite healthy snack on earth!) And I wasn’t hungry. I’m also not experiencing any cravings! Is this real life????

Second, I know a serious challenge is coming my way.

Thanksgiving.

Yes, my friends, the day when even the most devout gym-bunnies and dieteers are victim to obscene amounts of irresistibly tasty noms and nibbles. And my house is no different. In fact, as a teenager married and living near a military base, I learned early how to prepare a meal fit for kings – or in my case, a group of hungry single soldiers who needed a bit of home and family while they were far from their own.

And now? Now I’m The Queen of Thanksgiving.

Alton Brown’s Super Apple Pie? Done.

What? Like it's hard?

What? Like it’s hard?

Or perhaps you’re more a Bourbon Pecan Pie kind of person? Then eat your heart out.

I like to think I'm a humble woman, but when it comes to Thanksgiving, well...I'm a goddess.

I like to think I’m a humble woman, but when it comes to Thanksgiving, well…I’m a goddess.

But wait!! No! DO NOT EAT YOUR HEART OUT!

I’ve come too far too far to totally derail now. So the plan is to load up on the yummy turkey breast (in moderation of course), naturally sweeten the cranberries and go easy on them, take small portions of the other greatness, and then keep some veggies hanging around to fill in any holes that might remain. My other trick is to cook just enough for the guests I’ll have and then load them up with leftovers.

Et voila!

Staying on track.

What’s your plan to enjoy all the scrumptious selections without backsliding past the point of no return?