The Comfort Zone vs Safety Zone

Hello hello loves!  Sorry I have been a bit MIA- last weekend was crazy with the bachelorette party, family fun, and relaxing.  While the weekend was great, this week is a bit hectic.  Not only do I have this AMAZING event to look forward to:

BlendI also will be leaving for Mexico the Tuesday after I get back to celebrate my one year dating-versary with the bf!  I can’t believe we’ve been together for a whole year!  It has been such a great one, too.  I honestly cannot picture my life without this man.

December 2012 349He is the most kind, patient, understanding and loving person and I am so lucky to have him.

Ok, mushy gushy over.  I have also been MIA because, well, I have been hanging out with this:

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And this:

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And this:

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I somehow, sort of, slightly, kind of, maybe injured my low back during deadlifts at Crossfit Monday.  From the start I did not enter the box with a good mindset.  I was tired.  I complained I was tired, but pushed myself to go, knowing I would regret not going and would love the accomplished feeling afterwards, like I always do.

After a good dynamic warmup that included some kettle bell snatches, burpees, atlas stone pickups, and rowing, we got into the strength portion of the workout:

5x5x5x5x5 deadlifts at 80% (this is 80% of your 1 rep max).

It had been a while since I last did deadlifts at a wimpy and conservative 65#, so I decided to bump up the weight.  With each set I added more and more weight.

Dumb idea.

The last 5 reps I was at 105#.  I knew I could go heavier, but I was also a bit fatigued at that point so I stayed at 105#.  As I grabbed the bar and pulled on those last reps I heard/felt a small ‘pop’.  Since nothing really hurt right away I continued with the actual WOD, which included lots of dumbbell push presses and over-the-box jumps.

Good news though- both yesterday and today I am just really sore- like I pulled or strained my back.  Nothing is excruciating  so I think I am ok.  I plan to take it easy the rest of the week so I can do the boot camp workouts at Blend this weekend.  I also plan to keep taking an anti inflammatory, foam roll/stretch and heat. But lesson learned- yes, keep pushing myself beyond my comfort zone, but not past the safety zone. I MUST stop trying to be a badass and toss my ego out the door.  Which is really Crossfit 101.  Shame on this crossfitter.  Shame.

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Question: Have you pushed yourself a bit too far and not have the best results?  Any exciting weekend plans?

Rock on lovers :)

What True Gratitude Really Is

I wrote this post for VA is for Bloggers a couple weeks ago.  As Easter just passed and an important but sad anniversary occurs for me tomorrow, I thought today would be a great day to share a post on gratitude.

I think there comes a time where you lose yourself in the chaos that is life.  Family reunions, student loans, car troubles, bad hair days, spouse annoyances, dishes, workouts, grocery shopping, daycare, commute, rent… I haven’t even mentioned work stress yet!  Factor in loss, grief, anxiety, worry and you begin to wonder if happiness will ever make an appearance again.

worryPiggybacking off a recent post I did about remembering to savor the little joys in life, I’ve recently been thinking a lot about being grateful–not only for the those little things in life, but much more.  Life can be so hectic that we end up focusing on only the chaos and negatives in life that we forget to be grateful for what we do have.  I think gratitude is so much more than just being thankful for having a job and a working car.  I think gratitude is different for every person, but I feel true gratitude is a deep-seated, encompassing, touches-the-soul appreciation for what keeps up sane, keeps us grounded, and keeps us going in life. I think true gratitude can really affect the outlook you have on life and can really cultivate the happiness we envy of those that naturally exude it.

I myself am guilty of forgetting to be grateful.  After my father passed, it was hard to feel anything other than sadness and despair.  The profound void his absence left affected so many other areas in my life-relationships with family, friends, my passion for fitness, and even my love for baking goodies for coworkers faded.  It was hard to find happiness in almost everything that used to bring me joy. It was especially hard to be happy for others.

But this lasting sadness was exhausting. One day I literally got fed up not being my normal, former-happy self. I knew I couldn’t flip the switch from sad to happy, so I simply willed it- fake it ’till you make it was how I learned to get back to happy. Even today when I feel sick of being stressed out, I will a better outlook. It’s kind of a mantra I silently repeat to myself throughout the day or when life gets chaotic: It will be a good day, I will not let stress overwhelm me, I will have fun. It took years of practice, but on really bad days it works. Yes, I still have days where I am a grumpy, moody B because of stress and grief. But having this outlook helped me to see the good things I was missing by being mentally absent.  I learned to have a new appreciation that, with a bit of practice and awareness, I can be happy again, and that life does go on.  And the gratitude for this knowledge is priceless.

Color Run on my Birthday!

Color Run on my Birthday!

An interesting article I found online noted that gratitude can make it easier to cope with stress and trauma, even after such a traumatic event like 9/11.  “A positive perspective allows you to obtain a better grasp on suffering. ‘Expressing gratefulness during personal adversity like loss or chronic illness, as hard as that might be, can help you adjust, move on, and perhaps begin anew,’ Lyubomirsky says. In the days following September 11, 2001, gratitude was found to be the second most commonly held emotion.”  That is pretty amazing, don’t you think?

A long-held belief of mine is that without suffering there can be no compassion.  I feel that without gratitude there can be no contentment.  I believe anything worth having is worth fighting for.  I think this is especially true for complete happiness.  I believe true happiness is worth fighting for, and I am so grateful I have the opportunity to strive for happiness every day.

I am grateful to have a wonderful and loving mom, sister, and niece and nephew:

Christmas at Disney

Christmas at Disney

I am grateful for my amazingly supportive friends:

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Tubing!

I am grateful for my incredibly patient, kind, and adoring boyfriend:

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Love :)

And lastly, I am so grateful for this one life I was granted to fill with hope, wonder, laughter, memories, experiences, and love.

Wee!

Wee!

What are you truly grateful for in life?  Do you practice gratitude?

Rock on Lovers!

Opposite of Content

So this is a bleak post and the reason I haven’t blogged in a couple of days.  Last week was rough.  No, worse than rough.  It was a roller coaster of emotions and stress I don’t care to experience again anytime soon.  A multitude of things occurred last week, not all of which I will share, that have really tested my sanity.  First was the three year anniversary of my fathers suicide.  I really didn’t think much of it, knowing that it was more of the anxiety leading up to ‘the day’ that was stressful.  What was actually stressful was my mom.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother and would not be here without her unwavering support during our shared trauma, but she and I have such different grieving and coping paths that makes communication between us difficult.  She is still very much in a moping and dwelling stage, saying things like ‘at my age I never thought I’d be alone, a widow, I guess I didn’t love him enough’.  I’m sorry if this makes me a terrible daughter and person, but its just pathetic.  As I mentioned in my last post, I have definitely ‘moved on’ a bit, while my mother refuses.  She thinks she will be ‘letting him go entirely’ which isn’t the case.  Its just another step in moving on in her life to a better, happier place.   But being the stubborn woman she is, she literally refuses to be happy- and there are moments she is happy, the will then force herself to feel guilty and revert to moping.  As part of my ‘growth’ in the 3rd year of grief I make an effort to try and accept her way of grieving, but sometimes I just need to step away and let her do her thing, just as I’m sure she does the same with me.

Next on my blah unhappy list- my weight.  Some days I am completely content with the way I look.  Ok, that’s not true.  Not in the slightest.  I am happy with how far I’ve come, but I cannot seem to lose these last 10 pounds.  I got pretty close to my goal weight, but only after severe calorie restriction and crazy cardio sessions.  I was happy with my weight, yes, but not happy in life. I was cranky and moody all the time.  Right now I am frustrated that after a month of doing insanity not only have I not lost any weight, I have gained weight (barely a pound, but even the smallest amounts are a lot to a 5’1 person). Also my clothes feel tighter, not any more loose.  What gives?  I’ve read message boards about calorie amounts may be to blame (I was eating below the recommended amount for insanity), as well as muscle swelling/DOMS affect.  I don’t think muscle swelling should still be an issue while in recovery week, and I really really hate how my body feels.  Squishy, blobby, and just not comfortable.  I do not like what I see in the mirror and I want to give up on insanity entirely.  But I will stick it out, as many of the message boards say many people like me didn’t see results and to just keep it up.  I know diet it’s the majority of the plan to see the results I want, but I just don’t know what my body truly needs.  Well, last Thursday I had an appointment to get my metabolism tested by a RD/nutritionist.  Well, I wasn’t too thrilled with the results.  It really wasn’t anything I didn’t already know.  It was interesting to see how much I burned (a little higher than normal, which damnit should be the case since I work out frequently), and to east x amount to lose weight.  She did mention to keep track of my calorie intake on the weekends (which I don’t normally), and after just a few days of really focusing and sticking to intuitive eating, I have lost a couple pounds!  Now I just need to focus and keep my determination to finish off the second month of insanity that I started yesterday.

Easter weekend recap- slept, vegged (healthily), and spent time with mom.  I guilty spent no time with my niece and nephew.  I just didn’t have the patience last weekend and just wanted to spend time with my mom.  But enough chat!  I promised a recipe…but to make up for my lack of posting I will give you TWO!!  Yes I know, you are just tickled with excitement about this :)

First is a recipe I found from Breakfast to Bed.  I LOVE Twix, but they are SOOO bad for you.  All kinds of sugar, saturated fats, etc.  So when I found this healthy recipe for peanut butter twix (because everything is better with peanut butter!) I just HAD to make it!!

Super Yummy and Healthy PB Twix Bars adapted from Breakfast to Bed

Ingredients

  • 3 cups oats
  • 1/2 cup egg whites
  • 3/4 cup unsweetened almond milk
  • 3 tbsp chia
  • 1/2 cup crunchy peanut butter
  • 1 tbsp vanilla
  • powder stevia to taste
  • 1 very ripe banana (my fav way to eat them all spotty!)
  • 1ish cup of PB2 made to a paste
  • 1 cup dark chocolate chunks

Instructions

Preheat oven to 350F

Combine almond milk and chia and set aside for 10mins or so until you get the chia gel affect

Mash the heck out of that already uber ripe banana and it with combine chia milk mix, oats, whites, crunchy pb, stevia, vanilla.

Mix until well combined

Mix and mash it up!

Spread into a pammed (greased) cake pan and bake for around 25 minutes until edges are slightly browned.  Once cooled, spread the creamy PB2 on top, freeze, then melt the chocolate chips and add that glorious layer on top of the PB.

Chill and cut those suckers and devour.  I made an even healthier version with just a couple chocolate chips on top instead of the layer of chocolate, because sometimes I like more PB than chocolate.  Yes, I’s weird.
Enjoy!
Next recipe will be posted tomorrow…because I am a tease and quite frankly you wont want to miss the story of my adopting a stray…goldfish :)
Also I will have my first rec soccer game tomorrow- wish me luck!!
Rock on lovers :)