tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38801494684101050082024-02-20T01:13:30.581-08:00Healthy for 100My journey of weightloss and reclaiming my health.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.comBlogger311125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-86127911270750408842015-04-23T08:28:00.001-07:002015-04-23T08:28:15.426-07:00Hey Y'all!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey Y'all! If you found your way here from <a href="http://momsdonedieting.com/" target="_blank">Moms Done Dieting</a>'s <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lauren-koski/11-ways-to-love-your-body-now_b_7119376.html?fb_action_ids=10103855857063381&fb_action_types=og.comments" target="_blank">amazing article</a> on HuffPo, I want to welcome you!! I don't use this blog any longer, and am in the process of building a new site. Until then, you can keep up with me on my Facebook page, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/healthyfor100" target="_blank">Healthy for 100</a>. I post there on the regular! Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-7421389631824258632013-10-06T23:44:00.001-07:002013-10-06T23:44:55.062-07:00I Called Uncle<div style="text-align: center;">
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I've had blogger sitting open on my laptop most of the day knowing there was blog post inside of me that I wanted to write, but not knowing where to begin. Then I saw the above quote on Pinterest tonight and suddenly the words began to flow. </div>
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I started this blog a little over three years ago and the entire time my focus has been on weight loss. I talked about health and exercise often, but let's be honest. From day one my objective has been to be a smaller person, to take up less space. </div>
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Throughout these three years I've watched my weight bounce up and down several times. Each time it bounced back up I would vow to "get back on the wagon" and this time I'd make it stick. The whole time convincing myself I wasn't dieting. I was changing my lifestyle. Funny, though how every time life threw curveballs at me, the lifestyle change didn't stick. When things got tough, all bets were off. Doesn't sound like much of a lifestyle change does it? </div>
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At what point in time did our society decide that if you weren't on a diet you were clearly a glutton and must be bingeing all day long? Why does there need to be a wagon upon which we need to climb? Why do we have to label everything? Why have we, as a society, become so afraid of being entrusted with making our own choices? </div>
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I remember when my oldest son was a baby and we were entertaining guests for dinner. This couple had a toddler and she was being picky about what I was serving. The other mom looked at me said "worry about your child's nutrition over the course of the week, not on a daily basis. Otherwise you'll drive yourself insane." That made so much sense to me and I've clung to those words, as they pertain to my children, for over a decade. Why, then, could I not apply them to myself? Why could I see moderation as the best course for my kids, but needed black & white rules for myself? </div>
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I called 'uncle'. I didn't give up. I'm declared enough. I eat dairy. I eat gluten. I eat meat. I eat fat. I eat vegetables. I eat fruit. I eat ice cream. I eat rice. I move my body. I lift weights. I go for walks. I run with my children. I do it all. I eat it all. These are habits I can sustain for my entire life. There are no rules. There is joy. There is happiness. There is health. </div>
Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-81166811873853478632013-08-26T11:47:00.004-07:002013-08-26T11:47:59.004-07:00A Year (+ some) later.....<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: purple;">**Warning! This post went in a completely different direction than I'd originally planned. I just started writing and let the words come out. My apologies if it seems a little disjoined**</span></div>
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I posted this pic a little over a year ago. I wrote <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/07/five-months-of-crossfit.html" target="_blank">this blog post</a> to along with it and decided it was time I updated what's been going on since. <br />
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After that blog post, I just kept going on about my business. I had done reasonably well in the <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/04/challenges-ahead.html" target="_blank">diet challenge</a> at our box the previous Spring, but just couldn't seem to get "back on the Paleo/Zone wagon" I started to feel like a failure and was continuously beating myself up mentally because the scale was no longer moving in the right direction. <br />
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What I hadn't realized at the time was that a lot of physical symptoms I was experiencing were a direct result of that diet I was trying so desperately to get back to. My hair was coming out in clumps every time I showered. My nails were brittle, I was skipping periods and I had to take a 2 hour nap almost every day. These are all classic symptoms of starvation. My "bingeing" was my body trying to preserve itself. Around this same time, all of my lifts and performance progression stalled out. I got very frustrated and was tempted to throw in the towel. <br />
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Instead, I swung in the other direction and decided to double up on my workouts while easing up a little on my diet standards. I ended up sick and overwhelmed. <br />
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After the holidays, and once I was healthy again, I threw myself back into the workouts and tried one more time to get back onto "The Zone" wagon. I lasted less than a week and then couldn't stop bingeing. I realized this wasn't healthy or normal behavior and decided that day to swear off all diets. FOREVER. It was also around that time that I joined the "<a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/108315962672267/" target="_blank">Eating the Food</a>" group on Facebook. This group, I honestly believe, saved my sanity. They assured me that there wasn't something wrong with ME, there was something wrong with the diet industry. The binge/restrict/binge/restrict cycle is rampant throughout our society and all it manages to do is fuck up people's self image & metabolism. Eating enough food to support your activity (the biggest issue I had with The Zone ~ 1300 - 1500 calories) while not unnecessarily restricting foods. Now, by unnecessarily, that doesn't mean all foods are created equal. We know that's not the case. There are certainly some calories that contain more nutrients than others. It simply means eat food that makes you feel good and supports your current goals. Sometimes my goals are building strength. Sometimes my goals are fueling an endurance workout, and sometimes my goals are simply to gain pleasure from what I'm eating at the moment. Learning that I can eat whatever I want, whenever I want has been the <b>most liberating lesson</b> I've learned in my entire life. I no longer fear food. I no longer label food as "good" or "bad". And I no longer binge on food. Funny how that works, huh?<br />
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As I was finding food freedom, I continued to Crossfit about 3-4x per week and started to get myself mentally geared up for the The Open. That was absolutely the most exhilarating six weeks of my Crossfit experience, to date. I blew myself away with my performance. Sure, I still had a ton of room for improvement, but considering less than a year prior I was still spinning my wheels trying to become a runner/step aerobic queen, I couldn't believe what I was able to accomplish. That lit a fire under me and since I was no longer obsessing about food, I was able to throw my entire mind, body, and soul into performance gains. <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-end-of-open-beginning-of-new-awesome.html" target="_blank">I had a plan</a> and I couldn't wait to implement it. <br />
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Turns out I bit off a little more than I could chew with that plan. It looks great on paper, but I seemed to forget that I was a mom with other responsibilities. Damn. So, the frustration continued. I struggled to get all the planned workouts in, and cherry picked the WODs at the box because I wanted to lift heavy and only lift heavy. I didn't exactly understand hypertrophy at that point and I thought lifting heavy weights for 1-5 reps was the way to get HAYOOGE. Turns out that's the way to get strong, but not huge. Slightly lighter weight in the 8-12 rep range is what I <b>should</b> have been focusing on. <br />
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I kept doing the Crossfit thing and trying to come up with a plan to get the results I wanted, while noticing a slight twinge in my elbow from time to time while doing laundry, putting dishes away, etc. I just grabbed the lacrosse ball & kept rolling out my arm and ignoring the issue. <br />
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Once summer started and (I thought) my schedule opened up a bit, I decided to start really focusing on strength and committed to working on the Strong Lifts 5x5 routine while still going to the occasional met con. <br />
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That lasted two weeks and my elbow pain migrated up to intense shoulder pain & discomfort. Add in a few unforseen life circumstances and unplanned trip out of town and my summer basically turned into one big "deload". My workouts for the last three months have been sporadic, at best. <br />
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I'm still dealing with some shoulder issues, but it's getting better and my plan is to get back in the gym, doing the regular Crossfit programming on M/W/F and work on the Couch to 5K program with my son, who is working on his endurance to help with soccer, on T/Th and to take Sat & Sun as rest days. We'll see how that goes. One thing I've learned in the past year is that plans can look great on paper, but fitness and health is a journey, not an end point. Being flexible and maintaining an active lifestyle is way more important to me than making sure I get xxx number of specific workouts in each week. <br />
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There were a few times over this last year that I considered giving up my Crossfit membership. I love the workouts and I really really love the community, and if truth be told, THAT'S what's kept me coming back. The main frustration I have is that relying on someone else's programming was sometimes in conflict with my personal, specific goals. There were some days that I "needed" a heavy, low rep workout and a longer, lighter weight, high rep WOD was programmed. I had to reconsider my priorities. I'm still sorting through this, but I'm realizing that one of the things I love about Crossfit is that someone else <b>does</b> do the programming for me. As I stated above, I'm a busy mom with a lot of responsibilities and right now I do not have the time to research and write my own programming. There is no absolute perfect program out there, at least not one that I've found yet. <a href="http://www.kitsapcrossfit.com/" target="_blank">Kitsap Crossfit</a> is the closest thing I've found to perfect, and I'm happy to be a part of it. <br />
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So, this is me today. I'm almost 25 pounds heavier than the lowest I saw over the last 12 months (I saw 191 once, but stabilized at about 193 for several weeks last fall), but I'm still wearing the same clothes and am approximately the same size. The scale doesn't matter and I've broken the habit of weighing myself daily. In fact, I weighed myself this morning just so I could write this post. It'd been over a month since I stepped on the scale and I don't have any plans to do so again anytime in the near future. <br />
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I'm just looking forward to seeing what the next 12 months bring.....<br />
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I gotta say, I don't feel as awesome this week as I did last. I'm not freaked by it, though. It's just another step in my road to Awesome. I'm getting back into the swing of things now that my husband's vacation is over and juggling the kids alone is getting more and more complicated as they get older. What?! You BOTH want to play soccer? Geesh! <br />
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I didn't get all of my workouts in this week, but I did ok:<br />
Monday: Deadlift 5x5 (got up to 213#) followed by met con<br />
Tuesday: rest day (life happened)<br />
Wednesday: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOd_VaYDFSw" target="_blank">Bear Complex</a> (63#) 5x7<br />
Thursday: Rest Day<br />
Friday: Shoulder Pres 3x1, Push Press 3x3, Push Jerk 3x5<br />
Saturday: Fundraiser WOD<br />
Sunday: Rest Day<br />
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I continued with approx 2500-3000 calories per day (I didn't count every single day) and my weight continued to stay about the same (a slight gain towards the end of the week, but it's also time for my monthly cycle, so I'm not sure). Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-54739451062391359412013-04-15T09:56:00.002-07:002013-04-15T09:56:47.040-07:00Stepping Up the Awesome ~ Week One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Week one of "Stepping Up the Awesome" is officially in the books, and I'm excited about going full steam ahead for week two. <br />
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I ate between 2500-3000 calories per day (some days I just couldn't get them all in). It was mostly whole foods: meat, veggies, fruit, rice, oatmeal, cheese, milk, and Haagen Dazs. My weight is essentially the same ~ a 3/10 of a pound difference, but let's be honest. That's probably just poo! <br />
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Monday ~ Tabata + heavy squats<br />
Tuesday ~ Olympic Lifting class<br />
Wednesday ~ heavy overhead squats + muscle up skill work<br />
Thursday ~ rest<br />
Friday ~ Heavy Metcon (cleans, front squats, pistol squats & hand stand pushups)<br />
Saturday ~ rest<br />
Sunday ~ rest<br />
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I know it's early in the experiment, and it's quite possibly all psychosomatic, but I swear I'm noticing my muscles are a little more visible in my arms and shoulders. <br />
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My plans for this coming week are to do one or two short and fast met con (depending on the programming at my gym), continue with heavy lifts several times over the week and keep up with the calorie intake....and ice cream. Of course there will be ice cream! <br />
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Cheers!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-42164118580786443482013-04-05T20:08:00.000-07:002013-04-05T20:08:23.019-07:00The End of the Open, the Beginning of the New Awesome<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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....and just like that, with 15 Thrusters and about 10 "you're sssoooo close" chest to bar pull ups (story of my life recently, BTW), my very first <a href="http://games.crossfit.com/" target="_blank">Crossfit Open</a> has come to an end. I have to say, it has been one wild ride. I had no idea what to expect when I signed up. I went in with an open mind and just wanted to see what I could do. Well, I did <b><i>way more</i></b> than I ever imagined. I exceeded my goals (blew them away, actually) for the first three WODs. 13.4 threatened to derail me, mentally, but I rallied back and pushed through 13.5 and I have to say, overall, I'm <i><b>extremely pleased </b></i>with my performance, and I learned a lot about myself in these 5 weeks. I learned that the depths of my determination go further than I ever realized; I learned how to push past the pain and just keep going. Just. Keep. Going. Believe it or not, I've never done that. <br />
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If you <a href="http://www.facebook.com/healthyfor100" target="_blank">follow me on Facebook</a>, you may have read my recent status about how I've basically ridden my natural athletic talent my entire life. I've never put much effort into it and I was still mostly successful. I'm ready for that to be over. I'm ready to not just "do Crossfit". I'm ready to train. <br />
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While I accomplished more than I could have imagined during the Open, it also shined a glaring spotlight on where my weaknesses are. I've come a long way, but I still have a long road ahead of me. It's GO TIME, baby! Enter.....my new plan to "Step Up the Awesome"<br />
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Are you familiar with the <a href="http://www.liftbigeatbig.com/" target="_blank">Lift Big Eat Big</a> crew? No? You should be. I don't believe in comparing myself to other women, but boy hardy have I got a serious girl crush on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/jenn.s.yates?fref=ts" target="_blank">Streaky</a>. She's amazing. Ah-mazing. <br />
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I want to be Streaky when I grow up. Which is funny, because I'm like a decade older than she is, but whatever. What I love about Streaky is not her appearance (which, BTW, is smokin') but it's her story. It's a story we've all heard so many times before. It's a story a lot of us have lived. She was over weight, unhealthy, and spinning her wheels on the treadmill. But instead of restricting her calories to a level that barely supports basic metabolic function, she went the opposite way ~ she started eating food. A lot of food. And lifting weights. A lot of weights. BOOM.</div>
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I'm finished with restricting calories. According to <a href="http://www.health-calc.com/diet/energy-expenditure-advanced" target="_blank">this calculator</a>, 1500 calories (I'm looking at you Zone Diet) isn't even enough to keep my body from cannibalizing itself if I were in a coma (BMR), much less enough to fuel life and my regular old workouts. I'm done. From here on out, Jess is <a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/108315962672267/" target="_blank">EATING THE FOOD. </a></div>
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Lift Big Eat Big, quite handily, recently <a href="http://www.liftbigeatbig.com/2013/01/how-to-get-big-while-doing-crossfit.html" target="_blank">wrote an article about how to get big while also doing Crossfit.</a> <b><i>Hello serendipity</i></b>. </div>
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And this brings us to "Stepping Up the Awesome". </div>
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Lots and lots of food. Real food. Whole food. Even some starch and grains (gasp). </div>
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I'll maintain this schedule until the end of May, at which point my regular life schedule will change due to summer break. I'll take a few days at that point to rest & deload and make any needed adjustments to my training or schedule. </div>
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I plan to weigh and measure myself on Monday and then not again until the end of May, but I'll come back here every weekend and let you know how the week went and my plans for the following week. </div>
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Stepping Up the Awesome in 3...2...1...GO!!!!</div>
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-55044094721793129872013-03-03T17:05:00.002-08:002013-03-03T17:05:58.666-08:00I can, and have, gained weight on a Paleo Diet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I <a href="http://www.facebook.com/healthyfor100/posts/484691328258566?comment_id=61175405&ref=notif&notif_t=feed_comment" target="_blank">mentioned on Facebook</a> today that pretty much everyone that's told me "you don't have to count calories, as long as you eat the 'right' foods" has never battled a weight problem. I seem to have touched a nerve. It was a simple observation. </div>
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The trendy thing in fitness & health these days seems to be that as long as you are eating whole, unprocessed foods, you don't need to count calories. May God have mercy on your soul if you pop up on a Paleo or Vegan or Clean Eating forum and mention the "c" (calories) word. You'll be drug to the town center, hung up by your toenails, and left to be ridiculed for all eternity. Trust me. I know. </div>
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"Not all calories are created equally." I hate that saying. A calorie is a unit of measurement, like a mile. Saying not all calories are the same is like saying not all miles are the same. Now, not all miles will lead us to our destination, just like not all calories will get us closer to our ultimate goal of health. Certainly, some calories offer more nutrition than others, but a mile is still a mile. And a calorie is still a calorie. </div>
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Calories count. It is physiologically impossible to gain weight while eating in a caloric deficit and it is physiologically impossible to lose weight while eating in a caloric surplus. It's simple physics. The idea behind this new theory of 'calories don't matter' is that by eating whole, unprocessed foods it's impossible to actually eat in a caloric surplus. That sounds great, if we lived in a perfect world. We don't. We live in an unhealthy, obese, metabolically dysfunctional world. Most people that need to lose a significant amount of weight are no longer in touch with their satiety and fullness cues. It is absolutely possible for a lot of people to over eat, regardless of what types of foods they're eating. </div>
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Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-14891111918042330832013-02-12T21:52:00.000-08:002013-02-12T21:52:00.430-08:00My Eats for TodayI've been following Allisa's blog over at <a href="http://www.ajourneytothin.com/" target="_blank">A Journey to Thin</a> for about three years now. She's hit a few bumps in the road recently, but she always has such a positive attitude, it's impossible to not be inspired by her daily. She often blogs photos of her food and she's recently decided to try to clean up her food choices. In an effort to support her, I decided to blog my food choices for today as well :) Here we go!<br />
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Post workout shake and lunch! Lunch is often my biggest meal of the day. It certainly was today, but ironically it was my lowest calorie meal. Go figure! My post workout shake is one scoop of <a href="http://www.jayrobb.com/" target="_blank">Jay Robb Whey Protein</a> and 8 oz of <a href="http://zico.com/products" target="_blank">Zico Chocolate Coconut Water</a>. Mmmm.....<br />
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I needed some extra protein and some more calories tonight so I had a slice of Tillamook cheese, some shrimp and 1/2 tablespoon of cocktail sauce. I also had a Fage 2% with strawberries yogurt cup with 1 tsp of homemade almond butter, but I forgot to take a picture. OOPS!<br />
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I try to aim for 2,000 - 2,400 calories per day. Today I was a little shy of that goal. I don't like being under too many days in a row, as then my workouts begin to suffer and my weight loss actually slows down. <br />
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So, there you have it. My eats for the day....blogger is being moody so I have no idea how this post is actually going to look once I click on "publish" :-)Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-19877690569329339732013-01-29T10:24:00.000-08:002013-01-29T10:24:02.697-08:00Getting into The Zone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm pretty sure I've used that picture at least eleventy million times on this blog now. What can I say....it seems to fit my entire way of thinking. <br />
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When I first started Crossfit, everything about it was waaayyy outside of my comfort zone. But you know what? The cool thing about comfort zones is that if you push yourself outside of yours often enough, you find that the scary stuff becomes your NEW comfort zone. Then you get to push yourself further. Isn't that awesomesauce?<br />
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So, I'm not saying that Crossfit has become "comfortable". Nope, I'm still gasping for breath and begging for mercy at the end of every WOD, but the idea of Crossfit and the fact that I'm an active person is my new comfortable. <br />
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I had a pretty solid grasp of nutrition before I started Crossfit. I didn't always eat the way I knew I should, but I'd done enough research to know what was up......putting it into consistent practice, though, well that didn't happen until the <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/04/challenges-ahead.html" target="_blank">Spring Challenge</a> last year. You give me a competition and it seems I can do anything! I'm competitive like that! After the challenge was over, I kept an eye on my macro ratios, but I wasn't being nearly as strict. Eating this way has become my new comfort zone, and my weight loss has pretty much stagnated....since about September. My BF% is still creeping downward and my inches are slloooowwwllly going in the same direction, but I think it's time I step it up a notch. I've got the quality of food nailed down. But it seems the quantity of food I need is changing. Time to start playing around again....<br />
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.....which means I'm considering going back to doing The Zone for the month of Feb. I've made it clear on more than one occasion that I really don't like "diets" and I don't believe in food rules. I also know that The Zone is simply not a sustainable way for me to live long term. I've gone back and forth about how to jump start my weight loss again and I keep coming back to what worked last Spring. I'm ready to step back out of my comfort zone. <br />
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Even though I've been maintaining my loss since September, I've increased my muscle mass and strength quite a bit while seeing NOTHING on the scale. So.....in my mind, I'm sort of likening it to a 'cutting and bulking' cycle in the body building world. <br />
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I've decided that while I don't necessarily enjoy The Zone and I don't believe its sustainable forever, it's a good tool for me to use temporarily to jump start fat loss again. <br />
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So, while I don't expect to see many PRs over the next four weeks, I do expect to fit into that pile of jeans I have waiting for me in my closet. Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-69887727893084648932013-01-18T21:40:00.001-08:002013-01-18T21:40:30.246-08:00Strong People Are Harder To Kill<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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That Mark Ripptoe's a smart dude...... <br />
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This afternoon my son's cub scout den was at a local park working on their athletic badge. They were running 50 meter dashes, doing sit ups, push ups, etc.....Then we all walked over to the pull up bars. All three boys hoisted themselves up to the bar and not a one of them could get their chins above it. I was aching to try.<br />
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Let me back up a bit. I've had a secret little goal in the back of my head ever since I started Crossfit. I haven't mentioned it to anyone. I wanted to be 'that mom'. You know, the one that's fit enough that while the kids are all running around the park and the moms are all eating salad, can get up and just do a random pull up on the play ground equipment. Yep....I wanna be her.<br />
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Ok, back to this afternoon. I recently got my first pull ups at the gym. I knew I wasn't warmed up and I knew my hands were so cold they were numb, but I wanted to see how close I could get. I jumped up on the bar and immediately noticed it was a lot bigger around than the one I'm used to. I started my kip. One Kip. Two Kip. Three Kip and Puuuu.........UH OH. Suddenly I was free falling. My hands were no longer in contact with the bar and them BAM. I landed on the hard, cold ground. Tail bone first, followed immediately by the rest of my back and my head. <br />
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My son and the leader's son (another Crossfit family) immediately ran to my side and started screaming and asking if I was ok. They were pulling at my arms; they were trying to pull me to my feet. I yelled for them to let go and then I quickly took inventory. I could feel my legs, my back was in one piece, and my head seemed to land on a pillow(?).<br />
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Apparently the knot I had my hair tied in took the brunt of my head trauma. Phew. I've already had one <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2011/06/moving-forward.html" target="_blank">Traumatic Brain Injury</a>. I certainly don't need another one!<br />
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I got myself upright again and the boys moved on and finished their test. We all went out for coffee and to discuss a few of their other badges and then my boys and I went to run some errands. After sitting at the coffee house and then the 20 minute drive to Trader Joe's, I was <i><b>in tears</b></i> getting out of my car. My oldest son became convinced I was dying and that we should go immediately to the ER. Dr Google confirmed what I already knew ~ a bruised tail bone caused by acute injury. Yup.<br />
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Hauling firewood into the house actually helped loosen me up. I've taken some ibuprofen and now it's just a wait and see game. I have to admit, I was a little nervous when I went to pee. It crossed my mind for a brief second that maybe I decimated one of my kidneys and I'd pee nothing but blood. Nope. Phew. Dodged a bullet there. <br />
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The fact is, I made a stupid mistake and I'm paying for it now.....but it occurred to me tonight that if I hadn't spent the last year Crossfitting, today's fall could have gone very differently. This is not to say it would have killed me, but in that split second that I felt myself free falling, instinctively I activated all of my muscles, and they responded. They did their job. The muscles of my back protected my spine. Later in the evening, when I was hauling firewood and tucking the boys into bed, I was able to bend down using my legs, instead of my back, and move around relatively pain free. <br />
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This last year has been about so much more than losing weight and learning how to do pull ups and push ups. It's taught me how to move my body. It's taught me how to let my body function as it's supposed to. It's given me the confidence needed to realize that even though I'm in excruciating pain, I can handle it. It's also given me the knowledge to know that taking some time to let your body heal can be just as beneficial as pushing yourself through that last, miserable rep. <br />
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And with that.....I'm going to bed. And I may have to miss tomorrow's WOD. Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-68271301092714496162012-12-30T19:19:00.000-08:002012-12-30T19:19:50.733-08:002013 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here were are, on the verge of 2013. Most years I can't believe the New Year is upon us already. I usually sit and think of all the "wasted time" I spent in the previous 12 months, with little to show for it. This year, however, it's different. I'm not going to show all of my progress pictures from the year ~ I'm saving those for my One Year Crossfit Anniversary post. I can't believe that's only about SIX WEEKS AWAY!!! Holy crap! While I am feeling a bit like 'where has the time gone?' I can't help but look back and think of everything I've done this year. If you had told me, that very first day I walked into Kitsap Crossfit, everything I'd accomplish this year, how far I'd come, well, I probably would have laughed in your face....and then kicked you in the shin for making fun of me. <br />
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At this time last year, I <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html" target="_blank">set two goals </a>for myself: to run a half marathon and to do one pull up. When I started Crossfit, I shuffled the goals a little and scrapped the half marathon idea (turns out I really don't enjoy running!) and substituted one strict push up and one unassisted pull up. I got the push up months ago.....I'm still working on the pull up. I'm gonna give it one last major go tomorrow, Dec 31. I'll let you know how it goes ;)<br />
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Qualify for the <a href="http://www.kitsapcrossfit.com/2012/07/workout/thursday-071912/" target="_blank">competition class</a> at our box<br />
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I'm sure other, smaller goals will pop up throughout the year, but for now this is where my focus will be. Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-35273122820061662512012-11-23T14:13:00.001-08:002012-11-23T14:13:26.988-08:00Scales Are For Fish194.2<br />
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I weighed 194.2 pounds on Thanksgiving morning. In the last two months I've seen that number a handful of times. I've also seen 194.8, 190.0 and every single number in between. It's starting to fuck with my brain. <br />
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I weigh myself every day. every. single. day. I used to say it was so I could get "comfortable" with seeing the normal fluctuations and not freak out of the scale was up a bit. In the beginning, I truly think that's where my mind was. It's no longer in that place. Now, I'm back to obsessing about that number. That simple number that stares me in the face every morning. I get out of bed and go pee. I feed the dogs and wake the boys up. Before I drink my coffee, before I even have a sip of water, I have to step on the scale. That number determines my relationship with my food for the rest of the day. Is it lower than I expected? Good, then I can fudge a little and have a larger morning latte. Is it too high? Oh. Well, then maybe since I can't decide what to eat, I just won't eat anything at all. I'll have some water and wish the hunger pangs away. <br />
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That's not healthy. I need to ditch the scale. Lately I've been feeling soft, weak, fat. I can tell by my clothes that I'm really haven't gained any of the weight back, but to be honest, I feel just as huge as I was nine months ago when I first walked into the local Crossfit. I feel defeated when I walk into the gym, even before the workout starts. <br />
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So, for the next 5 1/2 weeks, I'm going to ditch the scale. I told my husband to take it away and hide it from me. I'm taking the focus off of weight loss and placing it back on my health (and my performance), where it should be. I know what to eat to make me feel good; I know what to eat to fuel my workouts. I'm going to completely focus on getting stronger and faster and to hell with what the scale says. <br />
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Two years. It's been two years since I started this blog. I've gone up and down. Up and down. I joined a gym and started doing what I've always done: lots of cardio and lots of reps with light weights. I was in my comfort zone and there was no magic. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545454;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">I kept going about my routine, Body Pump & Step classes. I wasn't seeing a lot of results, but I was having fun and I knew, just <i><b>knew</b></i>, I'd start seeing the results eventually, right? I read the book <u>The New Rules of Lifting for Women</u> and finally a light went off. Lift heavy things. Wha??? I thought only guys did that. I mustered up the courage to head into the weight room, but even though I'd read a book I still didn't really know what I was doing. I was enjoying myself, but at the same time I was getting so discouraged. Would the weight never come off? I'd all but given up cardio and without really knowing what I was doing in the weight room, I was sliding backwards. I was right back to where I started in the first place. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545454;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">You know that saying about insanity? Doing what you've always done, but expecting different results? I was living it. Right about this time, a friend from high school started posting about CrossFit and I remembered that day so long ago that my husband and I had discussed it. I called him again and said I wanted to look into it again. Something had to change and I needed something new. We went in to check it out and I knew. <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/02/drinking-kool-aid.html" target="_blank"> I knew it was the answer</a>. </span></span></div>
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I've been experimenting with some "Paleo" recipes lately; mostly just making things I've followed on other people's blogs. <br />
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Today, however, I decided to throw caution to the wind and actually make up a recipe <b><i>myself</i></b>. GASP<br />
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If you've been visiting around here lately, this <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2011/10/faux-pho.html" target="_blank">will look familiar</a> to you, but I changed it up a bit this time. <br />
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First, last week I roasted up a chicken (free range, organic, happy, hippie chickens) and pulled the meat off the bones. Then, I put the bones in the crockpot with a couple of bay leaves, an onion, some salt & pepper and covered it with water. I left it on high for about 24 hours and strained it and let it cool. <br />
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I skim the fat off and store it the fridge (makes an AWESOME fat for sautéing, etc...) and then tossed the broth in the freezer with the meat. Ok, now that you've got the back story.....<br />
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Today, I took about a TBS of that chicken fat and heated it in a small sauce pan. Once it was hot I tossed in 2 oz of the chicken from the freezer and let it sizzle a bit. Next, I tossed in 1 cup of chopped broccoli and a handful of shredded carrots. While that all was snapping and crackling in the sauce pan I julienned up some zucchini (one medium). Oh, I also sprinkled in a little fish sauce, some sake (I know, I know, not technically Paleo...still looking for a good alternative), a little coconut aminos and a little dash of sesame oil. Sizzle. Sizzle. I dumped in about two cups of my homemade bone broth (so so good for your joints. It came out of the fridge like JELLO) and brought it all up to a simmer. I tossed in the zukes, covered the pan and brought it up to a boil. Took off the lid, stirred it around a bit until the zucchini was tender, dished it up, squirted on a little srirachi, and then dug in. <br />
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Watch it, it's hot. I added a little salt at the table because it just needed a little sum thin'. I'll probably add more fish sauce next time. Cilantro would have been good, too but I was out. <br />
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Delish! And I didn't even miss the noodles!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-64199596229729184322012-06-09T08:10:00.002-07:002012-06-09T08:10:18.613-07:00Don't even know where to startGosh, I take a blogging break and blogger goes and changes every thing on me. Geesh!<br />
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Ok, wow. I did not intend to disappear for this long, and if you follow me on Facebook, you know I didn't actually disappear, I've just mostly moved all of my thoughts over that way. <br />
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The <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/04/challenges-ahead.html" target="_blank">Spring Clean Up Challenge</a> was a huge success! I didn't win, I came in third in women, but my husband won the men's. He lost 20 lbs!!! He increased his Clean & Jerk by 10#s and he added over 20 reps to his AMRAP (As Many Reps As Possible).<br />
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I need to do a new "statistics" post and update my weight/inches. I'm blowing myself away!!<br />
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I've been following "The Zone" diet. I've mentioned before that I don't like diets and I don't believe in food rules. Nothing is off limits. "The Zone", though, is helping me make better choices. It's just another step in my quest towards Intuitive Eating. In fact, after the challenge ended, I decided to take the last two weeks and give myself a little break. I didn't go nuts, but I wasn't measuring and counting every single thing like I was. I still managed to lose 5 lbs during the last 12 days. <br />
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My plan is to do the Zone for a month or so, then take a few weeks off, do it again for a month, take a few weeks off, etc.....until it just becomes a way of life. <br />
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I know this blog post isn't making much sense and it's a little jumbled. I apologize. I just wanted to get something out here.....dust off the old blog and start getting myself back in the habit of posting. I'll be better, I promise :)Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-14586097315385167662012-04-19T08:51:00.003-07:002012-04-19T09:26:52.551-07:00Challenges Ahead<a href="http://www.zen-mama.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/challenges.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.zen-mama.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/challenges.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>If you follow my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/healthyfor100">Facebook page</a>, or you know me in real life, you've probably noticed I've mentioned a few things about this Spring Clean Up Challenge thing I'm doing. So....what exactly is it? It's a six week challenge at my CrossFit box. It's a competition, yes, but more so it's a personal challenge to push ourselves, to clean up our nutrition and to spend the next six weeks focusing on ourselves, putting US first (because we all need a little reminder to do that once in a while).<div><br /></div><div>I signed up for the challenge, even though it involves strictly following a diet. If you've been reading this for a while, you know that I do not believe in food "rules". We eat a fairly clean diet and when I started CrossFit, I swore that I would not "drink the Paleo Kool Aid". I wasn't interested in it. I liked to say I was "partially paleo". *sigh* In all honesty, I said that because it gave me an out. It was an excuse to let some not so healthy things into my diet. I still believe that the occasional indulgence is fine, however, mine were becoming more and more occasional.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, here were are....Spring Cleaning time, why not clean up my body during this annual ritual instead of just my house? We had the choice of using <a href="http://www.zonediet.com/">The Zone Diet</a> or the <a href="http://thepaleodiet.com/">Paleo Diet</a>. Naturally, I picked one and my husband picked the other. I'll be following The Zone, but traveling as much as my husband does, it just wasn't practical for him track so steadfastly. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm finding The Zone to be pretty easy to follow. I'm still, for the most part, eating all of the same foods I always have, but it's keeping me more accountable to portion sizes. Yes, it turns out you <i><b>can</b></i> over eat on broccoli, chicken breast and almonds. Bummer..... I haven't been hungry at all. In fact, I was concerned at first that the calorie count on The Zone wouldn't be high enough, but I'm actually having a hard time getting all of the food IN. It's been eye opening, to say the least. Oh, have I mentioned I'm only on day four?!</div><div><br /></div><div>This isn't something I intend to do for the rest of my life, but I do think checking in with oneself and making an attempt to get back to baseline, to completely clean up and start from scratch, is a good idea. The challenge lasts six weeks and I figure I can do anything for a month and a half, right? </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and there's prizes involved!! We were weighed, measured and performed two workouts: 1 rep max Clean & Jerk and then an AMRAP involving push ups, row machine & sprints. The girl and guy with the most improvement overall (weight loss, inches lost, diet compliance, and time/weight improvement) will win the challenge. That = $$.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I said above, though, it's less about the competition with the others and more about carving out time to take care of myself. I've been at this weight loss blog for almost two years now and I've bounced up and down a couple of times. This time, though I'm certain it's going to stick. I've found not just a gym, but a community. I've made friends. These friends know what I mean when I complain about some bitch named "<a href="http://www.wodclub.com/workout/Jackie/578">Jackie</a>", they understand how much it hurts when my hands get all jacked up because I didn't care for my calluses properly, they cheer me on without judgement when I'm the last one working out still and they're all done with their protein shakes, shoes changed and ready to walk out the door. </div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't get the CrossFit thing at first. I was <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/02/ohholyhell.html">scared to death to walk into the gym</a>, but now I can't imagine ever working out some where else. I'm down a total of 8 pounds since starting CrossFit two months ago and two of those pounds are just since starting The Zone. I realize it's not about the number on the scale. Yes, I caved on the<a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/04/catching-up.html"> no weigh in challenge</a>, but I'm ok with that. It's for the right reasons, it's not about being OCD about it. Besides, when the number is going down, it's fun. But if the number stalls or hits a bump, it doesn't own me (anymore). I'm doing what I'm doing now because it's fun and I know it's good for me. Scale number be dammed!</div><div><br /></div><div>This Spring Clean Up Challenge is exactly what I needed to kick start this latest adventure in my journey. Oh, and I have every intention of WINNING!</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-2971856566245433912012-04-03T08:32:00.002-07:002012-04-03T08:52:06.442-07:00Catching UP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuY4v86XTWVkd6SNT5NHUHLI4NY9lQprCLoWlrnxuYgeZ6HF5yfavBHOdwqs3ujLpBLJkP-NJ8MrCGDxK5J4rY1md_p0Ex_4kctBiz0fu33-tigpol1BQL3lKhyphenhyphenXPjur_OKzEEGs3f_MT/s1600/No+Weigh+In.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuY4v86XTWVkd6SNT5NHUHLI4NY9lQprCLoWlrnxuYgeZ6HF5yfavBHOdwqs3ujLpBLJkP-NJ8MrCGDxK5J4rY1md_p0Ex_4kctBiz0fu33-tigpol1BQL3lKhyphenhyphenXPjur_OKzEEGs3f_MT/s320/No+Weigh+In.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727197752988318946" /></a>Phew!! The husband has been home for over two weeks and he's home for another 10 days still. My computer time (or at least blogging time) seems to take a HUGE hit when he's home like this! Don't forget though, that my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/healthyfor100">Facebook page </a>is always more active than the blog, and I keep that going no matter what!<div><br /></div><div>We decided to take advantage of this time off and dropped the kids off with my (newly retired) in laws and we headed off to wine country. It was an amazing, relaxing three days followed by two days staying with the entire family at my in laws house. It was exactly what this stressed out, over scheduled mama needed. We're back at home now feeling completely refreshed and ready to take on the world!</div><div><br /></div><div>While I was gone, <a href="http://gokaleo.com/">GoKaleo</a> and a few other bloggers started a movement. It started out calling for everyone to reject the images in the magazines. No, not the impossibly thin models that we grew up seeing in the pages of Cosmo and Glamour. She's talking about the chiseled, muscular, perfect bodies of the women on the pages of fitness magazines and those "inspirational" photos that are all the rage on the internet right now. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just as, in the 90s, young women didn't understand why they couldn't achieve this ultra thin, underfed "beauty", women now don't seem to understand how low BF% needs to be in order to see every single muscle in her body. Even the models don't look like that<i> all the time. </i>It does the same thing to body image and self esteem as those commercials featuring Kate Moss did to us in high school. </div><div><br /></div><div>The movement took off like wild fire and they're now calling for everyone to ignore the scale for the entire month of April. This does not mean to throw caution to the wind and eat whatever you want. It's about living a healthy lifestyle, but not tying your self worth to an arbitrary number that you may or may not ever achieve. I know my mood is often effected by what number I see on the scale. Even though I know I'm doing everything right right now and I understand fluctuations are normal, that number still has a huge emotional hold on me. Not this month. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you recall, I<a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-give-up.html"> gave up the scale around the first of the year</a>. It didn't kill me, but I was also at a cross roads with my exercise and I wasn't doing much during that time. This time, though, I've just come back from a mini vacation and I've jumped both feet into the deep end of CrossFit. Watching those numbers on the scale has become a bit of a safety net for me. And yet....it still has such a strong hold on me it has been known to determine what I eat the rest of the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Numbers down? Awesome, I'm gonna be extra perfect today. Numbers up? Fuck it. I'm just gonna eat whatever, it doesn't seem to matter anyway. How screwed up is that??? </div><div><br /></div><div>So, there you have it. No more weigh ins until at least May. Will you join us? There's a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/No-Weigh-In-April/221054498002768">FB page</a> where we're all posting and cheering one another on. Come play!</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-88697084197943928982012-03-27T13:27:00.003-07:002012-03-27T13:41:22.348-07:00Victories<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgTpm9jvmvI408aF7ZB_rTNladR4TKvtLENafVUQHytt0jb8y-WsoxxjLdU4hCkT00v9MJpLdExCaixW8VUwOPxnif-etdiTUBRwYtgGXZgyEMS7eajmqfDU3QgLwrVgujDVKrFNIXMzm/s1600/ochoowens-ST.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgTpm9jvmvI408aF7ZB_rTNladR4TKvtLENafVUQHytt0jb8y-WsoxxjLdU4hCkT00v9MJpLdExCaixW8VUwOPxnif-etdiTUBRwYtgGXZgyEMS7eajmqfDU3QgLwrVgujDVKrFNIXMzm/s320/ochoowens-ST.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724676389747693426" /></a>First off, I want to apologize for not blogging much lately. My husband has had a lot of time off work (intentionally) and we're just all enjoying some family time. If you are on Facebook, however, be sure to "like" <a href="http://www.facebook.com/healthyfor100">my page</a> and I'm still posting there regularly. <div><br /></div><div>Ok, no on to the important stuff:</div><div><br /></div><div>I am a<a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/01/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html"> huge Bengals Fan.</a> They break my heart every single year and yet, I can't help but love them. I am NOT, however, a Terrell Owens fan, but I have to admit I was so very excited during his very brief stint wearing the orange and black. For one reason and one reason only: My maiden name is Owens. I have always always always wanted a Bengals jersey with OWENS on the back.</div><div><br /></div><div>It just so happened that about a month after he signed with the Bengals I was in KY visiting family. My mom agreed to take me shopping to get the coveted jersey. We lucked out and found not a jersey, but a t-shirt with his name & number on it. I knew I'd get much more use out of a t-shirt than a jersey so she bought me one and my nephew one as well. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had just started working out again although the t shirt wasn't exactly a women's cut, it hugged in all the "right" places. I love the tshirt, but over the last year or so I began to realize that it wasn't hugging in the "right" places any longer and it was totally hugging the "wrong" places. Grrr.....</div><div><br /></div><div>Two months ago when we went to the Great Wolf Lodge for a family get away I packed that t-shirt, but refused to wear it once I saw myself in the mirror. I was devastated. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since starting CrossFit I haven't really noticed much movement on the scale, but my husband has noticed my body has changed a bit. Little by little, I'm noticing changes, too. Today, I put on the t-shirt to work out in and low and behold.....it not only hugged the right places, it was LOOSE in those places. Score one for me!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>On another note, I was also wearing tight upper thigh shorts for my workout, one of my favorites and I had to keep hiking them up the entire time because they were sliding down.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess it's time to go shopping.......</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-68375150178246276082012-03-10T20:14:00.004-08:002012-03-10T20:32:56.970-08:00The Douchebag<a href="http://www.techinasia.com/techinasia/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/douchebag.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 365px;" src="http://www.techinasia.com/techinasia/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/douchebag.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /></a>CrossFit is known for it's douchebagery almost as much as it's known for it's brutal, intense workout style. In fact, when I first started expressing an interest in CrossFit, I had a couple people mention to me how they'd love to belong to a box, but there are too many assholes there to make it enjoyable.<div><br /></div><div>I've kept this in the back of my mind, but to be honest, I really hadn't encountered much of it at all. Until today.....</div><div><br /></div><div>My local affiliate has a blog and that's where the WODs are posted daily and we're all encouraged to leave our results in the comments. Typically, an entire side conversation gets started and it's just another forum for this close knit community that I've found myself suddenly a member of. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm slowly getting to know the members of our box either through the classes I'm in or from chatting with people during the kids' WODS, but it's a slow process to really fit in at a place like this. Everyone has gone out of their way to make us feel welcome and a few women, in particular, have really taken me under their wing and always come to check on me after a workout or just ask how I'm doing that day. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday, on the blog, someone anonymously left a rather snarky comment directed to "the new members". It was along the lines of making sure you say hello back when someone goes out of their way to offer you a warm, sincere hello. The comment went on to say that if you can't, at the very least, acknowledge when someone says hello to you, then maybe you should find another gym.</div><div><br /></div><div>My husband was severely offended. We have no idea if that comment was directed to us or not, as there have been several other new people in the last few weeks and honestly, it could have been directed to anyone. </div><div><br /></div><div>I skipped yesterday's WOD with the promise to myself that no matter what it was, I would go workout this morning. Saturday mornings and PACKED and I've avoided them up until this point, but a promise to myself is a promise to myself. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the words of one of the coaches, "Today's WOD was a motherfucker." And it was. Once I saw it, I immediately regretted skipping yesterday, but I had to go. I wasn't going to cherry pick my workouts because I was afraid. I walked into the box this morning with butterflies in my stomach and that comment ringing in my ears.....for the first time since joining this box I truly felt like I just didn't belong. Even before the workout started, I was in tears. I wanted nothing more than to just turn around and go home and hide in the corner, and to be honest, if my kids class wasn't immediately afterwards, I probably would have. I stayed for my kids. </div><div><br /></div><div>Unbeknownst to me, my husband had left a reply to the comment while I was busting my ass and crying my eyes out during the WOD this morning. He explained that coming into a place like this is intimidating as hell and one of the saving graces was the immense sense of community and support that we've gotten since we've joined. He continued on to say that this comment made us "newbies" feel like this box is only for senior members and "real cross fitters" and that it was displaying exactly the OPPOSITE sense of community that we'd been led to believe we were joining.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh holy hell....can I just tell you how many comments have come out of the wood work? So many people jumping in to welcome us and tell this anonymous commenter to find THEMSELVES another gym and that comments like that were NOT representative of the group, we got personal emails from the owners and some other coaches, regular members reached out to us to let us know they were happy to see our entire family there and looking forward to getting to know us better.</div><div><br /></div><div>I get it....the owner need to protect their customers and "save the sale". They don't want us to leave, from a business standpoint, but the sincerity was there. I've never felt so supported and encouraged. It warmed my heart to see so many people jump to our defense and tell a "regular" to EFF OFF (basically). </div><div><br /></div><div>I have to say....I've been leary of the douchebagery reputation and I'm certain there are some boxes out there filled with them, but everyday I'm more and more convinced that we've found one of the good ones.....</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, if I could only get my own douchebagery comments out of my OWN head (the ones that tell me I don't belong, that I have no business doing these types of workouts, that I can't keep up....) then I'll be in business. But you know what? That personal douchebag is getting quieter and quieter every day. I've got goals and I will not let a douchebag (imaginary or real) get in the way of me reaching them.</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-8352682773518944052012-03-07T14:17:00.001-08:002012-03-07T14:17:42.929-08:00Control<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LH8xbDGv7oY?fs=1" width="459"></iframe><br />
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I have asthma. I haven't always had asthma; I was diagnosed when I was 17 years old. I've only ever had one severe attack and to this day, it's scared the shit out of me. It was in college and the attack ended up benching me for almost two weeks, had me on multiple rounds of steroids and I honestly thought I may never breath again.<br />
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In the past when I was running, my legs always lasted longer than my lungs. As soon as I start getting out of breath, I start to panic and then my breaths get shallower and faster, making it even <b>harder</b> to catch my breath. I end up essentially hyper ventilating and I have to stop running and walk to catch my breath. It's a vicious cycle and until recently one that I didn't even recognize. I just thought you kept running until you couldn't breathe. I thought the more and more I ran, the further I'd be able to go until I couldn't breathe and eventually I wouldn't have to stop to catch my breath until my run was over.<br />
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I know. I know. Anyway, CrossFit has taught me the single most important life lesson I could ask for ~ in less than a month. It's taught me how to control my breathing. During several of the workouts, I've gotten to that panicky, shallow breathing, I can't get any air stage (actually, I think it's been during <b>every</b> workout, but whatever). Usually, though, I'm in the middle of something and I can't just stop and catch my breath like I can when I'm just running around town, all by myself. I have learned to slow my breathing, take a quick (like millisecond) break and get my lungs back under control.<br />
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For instance, today during <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJqPgV681Hg" target="_blank">kettle bell swings</a>, I noticed my breaths were getting shallower and shallower and we were maxing out, so I couldn't stop. If I stopped, I was done. I had plenty of swings left in me so I waited until that split second when the kettle bell was hanging above my head, before it started the downward swing and I used that minuscule amount of time to slow my breathing, take a deep breath and get myself back under control. I continued to pound out about 20 more swings. <br />
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This tiny lesson. This thing that probably every person on the planet knew (except me) has given me more confidence than any heavy lift, any victory, any personal goal met, anything. Learning how to breath? Who knew it could be so liberating? HA!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-75444575306817930882012-03-02T07:29:00.003-08:002012-03-02T07:53:01.420-08:00One Week<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSO5ouLx2DxM2JcG9HjY7G7GEeQTWc91kGssv_rfLoOo8kU3Ch_kyu-4AaEdf3ROT9Tl6X2uevm2FTbozoKisil-4ChIlx9jgSM1Aq7rS3f8UcnKivzFYKopIohTXrxmdTBy2mc_vSOZe/s1600/Cheer+Girls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSO5ouLx2DxM2JcG9HjY7G7GEeQTWc91kGssv_rfLoOo8kU3Ch_kyu-4AaEdf3ROT9Tl6X2uevm2FTbozoKisil-4ChIlx9jgSM1Aq7rS3f8UcnKivzFYKopIohTXrxmdTBy2mc_vSOZe/s320/Cheer+Girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715322461116732482" /></a>I didn't have an image for my blog post today and this one was floating around FB, so I decided to use it. I have no idea where it originated, so I can't give credit, but BLOODY HELL!! My friend and I decided we're going to try it. She wants to be the one on top and I am going for the spot on the bottom. Anyone want to volunteer to be the girl in the middle? OUCH.<div><br /></div><div>Ok, where was I? Oh yes. We hadn't started yet. Sorry.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday marked one full week of CrossFit. Right now I'm only signed up to go 3x per week (yea, we've already discussed upgrading our membership to unlimited. What can I say? It's <b><i> fun</i></b>.)<i style="font-weight: bold; "> </i>Yesterday also marked the day I planned to <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-give-up.html">start weighing myself again</a>. My workouts didn't stay exactly as planned during the last several weeks and I have to admit I cheated a bit. I weighed myself right before we started CrossFit because I wanted to know where I stood. It wasn't pretty. </div><div><br /></div><div>I started CrossFit at 225(ish), I can't remember the exact number. After one week, I'm at 223.4. Not too shabby, eh? I will now resume my <a href="http://healthyfor100.blogspot.com/search/label/weekly%20weigh-in">weekly weigh ins</a> from this point forward (until the next wild hair up my you know what and I switch it up again!)</div><div><br /></div><div>I've also started counting calories again. It's tough to get started, but once I reestablished the habit, it really is fairly simple. I use the Livestrong website & App. When I first started this blog, Livestrong gave me around 2000 calories (and I was consistently losing weight). I don't know what numbers I plugged in to get that amount, but when I came back and replugged in all of my numbers, it gave me around 1400 cals. I'm sorry, but that's simply not enough. </div><div><br /></div><div>Amber, over at <a href="http://gokaleo.com/">Go Kaleo</a>, (how many times can I mention her on this blog? I know. But she really is <b><i>that cool</i></b>!) posted this <a href="http://www.health-calc.com/diet/energy-expenditure-advanced">calorie calculator</a> on her Facebook page the other day and it's the most detailed, accurate one I've ever seen. Here's the thing: our bodies need fuel. Starving them doesn't work. </div><div><br /></div><div>I entered in all of my data using the dials on the calculator. It gave me two numbers: the top number is what my body burns for basic metabolic function. This means that if I did nothing but lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. If I did nothing but <i><b>exist</b></i>, this is what my body burns. This is the number of calories my body needs to simply function. No one should ever, ever, <i><b>ever</b></i> eat below their top number. The bottom number is what my body burns once I add in my daily activities: how much I work out, the intensity of my workouts, how long I spend each day doing moderate chores, how long I spend standing (doing dishes, cooking, etc), even how long I spend sleeping (and the rest of the day, it is assumed, I am sitting. <i><b>Existing</b></i>.) So, to lose weight, I took the bottom number and subtracted about 500-1000 calories and that is where I am eating. </div><div><br /></div><div>I figured out my CrossFit days and I figured out my non CrossFit days. Surprisingly they were all that different (my non XFit days are the days I spend cleaning house, doing bigger chores, etc....) so rather than get caught up in the minutiae of a few calories from day to day, I just averaged the two types of days and that's what I plugged into Livestrong.</div><div><br /></div><div>I currently aim to eat about 2200 calories a day. On my off days, I don't usually make it. I went to bed last night with over 200 calories uneaten. I'm ok with that. I wasn't hungry. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, this is where I am right now. I can already feel changes in my body. I can't wait until I can see them!</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-79530185606930648422012-03-01T10:59:00.003-08:002012-03-01T11:26:07.401-08:00Facing Down the Fear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYrbyDi9Zw6Nuu4Se1eeW-U8j37O09yXDr3MreecM8rlxKe56kOeSCVMuCS1byFcJ0SiaZOo_Hwa5muuITdnRrvVHZ8CPxws_ARH2jOaAgVOd48tDXYAkB7z4v9G3VPLD9cRvby5D6L01o/s1600/crossfit-rope-climbing-technique.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYrbyDi9Zw6Nuu4Se1eeW-U8j37O09yXDr3MreecM8rlxKe56kOeSCVMuCS1byFcJ0SiaZOo_Hwa5muuITdnRrvVHZ8CPxws_ARH2jOaAgVOd48tDXYAkB7z4v9G3VPLD9cRvby5D6L01o/s320/crossfit-rope-climbing-technique.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715005693758209794" /></a>I have never considered myself a fearful person. I was always drawn to the highest and fastest roller coasters growing up. I was the typical invincible teenager that never gave a thought to the consequences of the stupid stunts I pulled (I got very lucky a few times....)<div><br /></div><div>Even as I matured and began to recognize my mortality, I still wasn't consumed with much fear. A healthy dose, but nothing more. When I was six months pregnant with my first child my husband and I took a cruise around the Gulf of Mexico. It was my first cruise and I couldn't wait to sit by the pool and soak up the sunshine. As we walked around the deck, I was struck with a paralyzing fear of looking over the side of the railing. I was completely taken by surprise. I couldn't even get within two feet of the rail. I'd never experienced anything like this before. I was stumped.</div><div><br /></div><div>We came home and I never gave that feeling much thought. I chalked it up to pregnancy hormones and just put it aside in the back of my mind. Fast forward about five or six years. We now have two children and we were heading to a camping trip on the other side of the Cascade Mountains. I grew up around mountains; I'd drive through them many times as a child. HA! The Appalachian Mountain Range is nothing compared to the Cascades. I knew that in my head, but I hadn't really considered what that truly meant. </div><div><br /></div><div>As we were returning from our camping trip, coming over the crest of the mountain pass I had a complete, full blown, text book panic attack. We were flying down this mountain with nothing but a guard rail separating us from the tippy tops of 100 year old trees. Nothing, in my mind, to stop us from plunging from to our deaths should we hit a gravel patch, or blow a tire, or, or, or.....</div><div><br /></div><div>I realized at that moment that I had somewhere along the way developed a severe fear of heights. Motherhood. I'm terrified of losing my babies. I'm terrified of orphaning my babies. It's easy to be fearless when there is no other person in this world dependent on you. It's easy to be fearless when the only person your stupid stunts can hurt is yourself. </div><div><br /></div><div>For the most part I can keep my fear in check. I only start to hyper ventilate a little bit on the mountain passes now. I can appreciate the beauty as we're driving along. I can mostly keep my heart rate in check when I think back to looking over the side of the rails on the cruise ship. I've almost agreed to go back to the top of the Space Needle with my kids. I recognize that it's an unreasonable fear and I can mostly keep it under control. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then, last week, a rope climb was part of the WOD at CrossFit. As we stood in the middle of the gym and watched the coach pull the ropes down and instruct us on the proper technique to climb them all of these fears came rushing back. I teared up. I cried. I stood in the gym and cried because I was expected to climb 15 ft up a rope. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the past I would have just said "I'm sorry, I can't do this." Not anymore. If there is one thing I've learned about myself since starting CrossFit it's that I'm way more badass than I've ever given myself credit for. I've pushed myself further than I've ever known I could go. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wiped my tears and walked right up to that rope and grabbed it with a white knuckled death grip. Everyone there knew I was the new girl and they'd all seen that I was terrified. I had the biggest cheering section. It was amazing. I am almost tearing up again, sitting here reflecting on that feeling. </div><div><br /></div><div>I only made it about 4 feet up the rope or so, and I did the workout laying on the floor and pulling myself to a standing position using the rope ~ only because I wasn't strong enough yet to complete the full workout climbing the ropes.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have made it my goal, my <i>mission in life</i>, to conquer the rope. You fear the things you can not control and this is one thing I can control. I can control my strength. I can control my health and I will climb that rope. </div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-89578692273304385502012-02-23T07:59:00.003-08:002012-02-23T08:18:33.202-08:00With a Heavy Heart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5n-A-OURllDpcqPAV9qS3XZEMmToI4Aq34YGNY2vwvHYhsymH4VrtXW13fNE77HWnjKjYWqmuRdQI3PVHPqPWGebnaJmkT53gnfjBH8qrb-ea9QwU0w8AEJMilcesI4XQsT9Ny8ksO_Nt/s1600/heavy+heart.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5n-A-OURllDpcqPAV9qS3XZEMmToI4Aq34YGNY2vwvHYhsymH4VrtXW13fNE77HWnjKjYWqmuRdQI3PVHPqPWGebnaJmkT53gnfjBH8qrb-ea9QwU0w8AEJMilcesI4XQsT9Ny8ksO_Nt/s320/heavy+heart.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712361439091206530" /></a>Forgive me as I go off topic here for a bit. I live in small town USA. It sounds cliche, but this place really does remind me of Mayberry. Due to the proximity of several military bases, we have a strong military presence in our town, we are full of locally owned small businesses, and everyone knows you, or at least knows someone who knows you.<div><br /></div><div>These traits have their faults. Trust me, if you've ever been the center of small town gossip, you know how suffocatingly small your world can feel. However, small towns like mine also offer security. We feel isolated from the crime and drama of the big cities.</div><div><br /></div><div>At least we did. In the last little while, our little corner of the world has been plagued with one senseless tragedy after another. Officers were shot at, and ultimately had to kill a man, while serving a warrant. A young man brandished and shot a firearm at a local retail store and was taken down by law enforcement. We discovered we have a possible serial killer, as the police have surmised that two unsolved homicides and one attempted homicide are all connected. Two evenings ago a man shot and killed his friend just 5 minutes from my home. Yesterday a third grader took a gun to school and accidentally shot a classmate in the stomach. All of this in less than two months.</div><div><br /></div><div>This morning we woke to the news that a State Patrol officer had been gunned down and killed during a routine traffic stop. The innocence of our small town has been shattered. My day will go on as normal today. I will watch my friend's children this morning as planned. My kids will go to their art class, I'll go to the gym, and we'll all meet up back at home to complete our lessons for the day. There are so many families in our community, however, that will never know normal again. I will go through my day with a heavy heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please, if you are a praying person, offer up a few extra prayers for my small town, that we may know peace once again. It is time for this madness to stop. I have never brought politics into this blog, and I do not intend to now. Please do not use this a platform to preach about gun control, corrupt police forces, or any other political issue. Please, just pray. </div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-53480187169810916822012-02-20T16:34:00.000-08:002012-02-20T16:40:17.740-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmgIz7OOwgZkjQR-jkZevmPY4ustICsfttomuNqO4_xNxMifUclK4WpnP0lWJXdno5as-wnTMpW9wamZCaaoQON_1PpxMPCSeSXgZrOWWlhghhdUefXEjV-NR97MWAUw9CB-P8KC3tBdA/s1600/sick_in_bed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmgIz7OOwgZkjQR-jkZevmPY4ustICsfttomuNqO4_xNxMifUclK4WpnP0lWJXdno5as-wnTMpW9wamZCaaoQON_1PpxMPCSeSXgZrOWWlhghhdUefXEjV-NR97MWAUw9CB-P8KC3tBdA/s320/sick_in_bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711382003599366274" /></a>I have been planning to write a CrossFit review for days now, but first the germs got boy1 and now they seem to have gotten me. I never get sick. Never. And I'm pissed. I missed my first WOD and I'm grumpy about it.....Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880149468410105008.post-3850256611649367342012-02-12T07:52:00.000-08:002012-02-12T08:54:18.299-08:00Neighborly Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGXexA4zGwqKx_jUvz6ExfaNI7BhJmqeMmv2paJ_LPhAX6IDbiv439R19P3Zu9MPmCjhzQ5mrsPn1uN3UykfZBhXnewyMe1lKqi3Da0TQ4pfRFOTy4Sh2h-6ipT7AJu1ePhqEGIt-2VyCT/s1600/ProjectLoveThyNeighbor_E.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGXexA4zGwqKx_jUvz6ExfaNI7BhJmqeMmv2paJ_LPhAX6IDbiv439R19P3Zu9MPmCjhzQ5mrsPn1uN3UykfZBhXnewyMe1lKqi3Da0TQ4pfRFOTy4Sh2h-6ipT7AJu1ePhqEGIt-2VyCT/s320/ProjectLoveThyNeighbor_E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708277848793417666" /></a>Seattle, like all big cities, has plenty of suburbs. Little neighborhoods scattered from the Puget Sound all of the way out the Cascade Mountain range, but the urban/suburban sprawl here has also created these other little communities like Ballard, Greenlake, the U District, and many others. They aren't quite urban, but they ain't the 'burbs either. They are limbo. My husband grew up in limbo.<br /><div><br /></div><div>I grew up in the suburbs. A small, quaint little town just across the river from Cincinnati. Everyone knew everyone else (and their business), the entire town showed their blue & white pride for our high school sports teams, it has a 4th of July parade and no one leaves. No one ever leaves. Growing up there we all complained about living in this perfect little bubble, but as we grew older we began to appreciate the bubble and the security of being able to raise our own families there. It's not just my small town, the entire Greater Cincinnati area is full of people that grew up in the Greater Cincinnati area. </div><div><br /></div><div>You've all seen some of those "Sh!t People Say" videos that are going viral right now and there is one about Cincinnati. The one line that made me laugh so hard I almost pee'd myself was "Where'd you go to high school." That's right. I'm almost 40 years old and I can guarantee you if I were out with the girls at a bar in Covington and we started talking to a group of men the question "Where'd you go to high school" would inevitably come up. </div><div><br /></div><div>Out here on the West Coast, one of the first things I noticed is that no one is from here. I'm a member of a moms group out here with 50+ members and I can count on one hand the number of my friends that actually grew up and went to high school in this area. In the small town where we reside now everyone is friendly, it's easy to make friends, but everyone pretty much keeps to themselves unless you run in the same circles. Our parents didn't grow up together. Our grandparents didn't attend PTA meetings together. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not saying one community is better than the other. They are different. Both have their pros and cons. They are just....different. When we first got married, Jason and I tried living in Kentucky in the very same town where I was raised. We bought a house and our next door neighbors were the parents of a boy I went to high school with. A little further up the street lived the parents of a boy I've known since the fourth grade. Around the corner was my high school guidance counselor (and she remembered me). </div><div><br /></div><div>On a warm evening the first week we moved in, we were sitting on the porch enjoying a glass of wine and watching the fire flies (or lightening bugs, as they were called when I grew up). Suddenly there were about 15 people on our porch introducing themselves, bringing us a bottle of wine, brining us a cake, asking us for our names/phone number/etc for the neighborhood directory. They were all pleasant, they were all nice. We chit chatted for a while and then we all retreated back to our own living rooms. Jason was freaked out. He said it wasn't normal, people don't just invite themselves onto your porch and start talking. I laughed him off and told him "Welcome to Ft. Thomas", but I never really understood until we moved out here. </div><div><br /></div><div>We've been in this small town for nine years, this house specifically for over six years. I can say hi to my neighbors if we're both in our driveway at the same time. Our boys will play with their grandson when he's visiting, but I don't know their phone number. I'm not even sure I know their last name. It's just different. The funny thing is, I don't think the people in Ft. Thomas were any more friendly. I don't think they were <i>nicer</i> people. I think the neighbors in the two towns just have different protocols. </div><div><br /></div><div>I grew up with the Ft. Thomas protocol, Jason grew up with the Seattle area protocol. I took the boys to the CrossFit gym yesterday to observe a CF Kids class. A WOD class had just ended and there were still some people hanging out and having coffee, there were the parents of the kids in the class that hadn't worked out, but were hanging out during class....the box* was full. The boys and I were standing in a corner just watching. I happened to catch one woman's eye and she walked over and introduced herself to me. She knelt down to get on my boys' level and spoke to them, asking about the class, their interests. A few minutes later another woman made her way over and said "Hi, I don't think I've seen you here before, my name is ........" After these two woman moved on to other conversations <i>another </i>woman came over. In all about four different people walked over and introduced themselves to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Everyone was friendly, everyone was nice and everyone seemed genuinely happy to be there. I've never been to a globo gym and seen people just hanging out having coffee after their workout. The positive energy in the place was unparalleled to anything I'd ever experienced.</div><div><br /></div><div>I left there feeling inspired. I was grateful to the women that came and welcomed me. It's hard being the new kid and I was immediately reminded of that night on our front porch almost 10 years ago. Jason is going to freak. the. f*ck. out. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">*I hate the term "box" and I feel like a total tool using it. Thankfully our local box refers to itself as a "gym"</span></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606131327600041337noreply@blogger.com2