tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101331989635620622024-03-04T21:01:15.577-08:00In the MeantimeThe Meantime is what happens while intervening. Life isn't about the things that will happen when you reach your goals, it's all about what happens in the meantime. Psalm 118:24 reminds us that THIS is the day the Lord has made for us to rejoice in! It's not a destination, but a journey. Join me!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09996155718436304868noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210133198963562062.post-1677717769028828002015-09-07T19:32:00.001-07:002015-09-07T19:41:55.263-07:00True Worth<div class="MsoNormal">
When I was little I was often told that I had a very pretty face. Sometimes the "compliment" was a blunt, cruel statement, "You're too pretty to be so fat." Other times it was followed by encouraging advice about my weight. Some advice even warned about not being able to find a husband if I didn't lose weight. The message was clear, beauty and weight were interrelated. It didn't matter that I was a smart and compassionate little girl, the deciding factor was weight. </div>
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Ironically, these well intentioned comments (paired with other significant factors) had the opposite effect on my weight. Duh! As my weight steadily increased so did my anxieties about everyday activities. My anxieties triggered binges and the cycle was unstoppable. </div>
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Physical Education class was one of those triggers. I would spend all day worrying
about what we would be doing in P.E. and I couldn’t wait till it was over. I felt failure each time I finished
things like “the mile” long after everyone else did or when having to try
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Being weighed in front of my whole class was another trauma. I dreaded the day that the person behind me would overhear my weight. When I was in fourth grade one of my classmates heard the P.E. teacher disclosing my weight to a student teacher. When he told me that he had heard the secret number I felt so ashamed!</div>
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Shame is a result of having done something wrong or foolish. This perfectly describes how I felt about my weight, even as a 7 year old. My self worth was based on what people told me about myself, about my weight. Thankfully, I've learned a lot since then. </div>
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The true authority of my worth is Jesus. Does it sound too cliche? It's okay, think about it. Jesus purchased me with His own precious blood. My imperfect body and spirit were worth His death on the cross. Why would I continue to be enslaved by beauty norms? Instead, I have learned to use my imperfect body to honor Him in all I do whether it's doing my best while running 400 meters or doing a modified rope climb. He is where my worth resides.</div>
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1 Corinthians 7:23 We have already been purchased and redeemed by His blood. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09996155718436304868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210133198963562062.post-11819547331693464422015-05-18T19:19:00.001-07:002015-05-18T19:19:05.803-07:00The BandwagonOh, the bandwagon. For those who may be unfamiliar with the term, it's negative connotation comes from people's willingness to conform to social pressures or trends. For as long as I can remember, people have jumped on low carb, low fat, low calorie, and even gluten-free bandwagons in the attempt to drop some pounds. <br />
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Don't get me wrong, we all know I'm on a bandwagon or two. Thankfully America's health wagon has taken a shift from carb-depleted, cardio-induced thinness to strong women who eat the right foods. You guessed it, I prefer the latter. <br />
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Vanity isn't my purpose for conforming but, I am proud of the way my curves are shaping up. My bandwagon works for me. Thanks to it, I've made new friends and found new passions. The problem comes when I make excuses for myself, forget the reason I started my journey, and decide it's okay jump off the wagon. Even the bible warns about complacency. <br />
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Proverbs 1:32 tells us that fools are destroyed by their own complacency. I've teeter-tottered within the same 10 pounds lately and have lost sight of my goal. Today I'm making a commitment to hop on those bandwagons and get to work. Whichever your bandwagon might be, are you ready to reflect on your "why" and recommit? <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09996155718436304868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210133198963562062.post-75132143428230500512015-05-10T18:33:00.000-07:002015-05-10T18:36:11.247-07:00Ready, Set, Go!A few days ago I got a message from a very sweet friend wanting some pointers of how to get started. My first thought was, "Wow! Someone wants advice from <b><i>me</i></b>?"<br />
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This message caused me to reflect and here's the advice I came up with. Look for some gyms or programs and visit a few. There are communities of supportive people everywhere. If you feel like people at a gym are staring, you're in the wrong gym! Look for a place whose members take time to encourage you.<br />
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While visiting Beatrice, Nebraska during Spring Break I found a really neat place. I had gotten very tired of the hotel's treadmill and searched for CrossFit boxes online but, they were too far. I did, however, find <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jazzercise-Beatrice/252032613239?sk=photos_stream" target="_blank">Jazzercise Beatrice</a>.<br />
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I could feel the energy as soon as I entered the room. I was greeted by a very caring lady who gave me a quick tour and I jumped right in! There were women there of various ages and shapes. Owner and instructor Kristeen Thies kept the place pump'n and although, the atmosphere was very different from CrossFit, I felt right at home because everyone was working so hard. This is the kind of place everyone needs!<br />
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Here's a picture of Kristeen and I; I got to wear her St. Patrick's day hat!<br />
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Another good idea is to find a group of people to help you stay accountable. One group that has helped hundreds of women nation wide is TOPS (Take Pounds Off Sensibly). TOPS is a non-profit organization whose members offer support through weekly weigh-ins, goal setting, and even friendly competition. FaceBook groups can offer instant support. My favorite is <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/DownWithDani/" target="_blank">Down With Dani March Challenge</a> where creator, Danyeil Hamilton Durrant engages members in fitness and nutrition challenges all while sharing her inspirational story. </div>
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Thank you, Connie, for inspiring this post! May you find great places!</div>
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Far too often I talk to women who are just waiting. Waiting to lose those last 10 pounds before they buy new jeans. Saving that one nice outfit for a special occasion. Waiting to build just enough of a nest egg before going on vacation. Waiting until they aren't so busy to hang out with their friends. No, instant gratification is not necessarily a good thing but, why do we withhold it so often? Life is too short! BUY THE JEANS. Take them in if they get too big before you can buy your next pair! Make an occasion for your outfit. Go on vacation now! Invest in relationships today.<br />
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I honor my goals but, I am savoring my journey. I've invested time in myself by taking control of my health and starting a blog (I also wrote my pearls of wisdom for Style is Sizeless, click <a href="http://www.sizeless.com/beauty-is-not-measured-by-a-number-on-the-scale/" target="_blank">here</a> to see my post). These things are definitely out of my comfort zone. Also out of my comfort zone is anything related to clothing but, I am following my own advice and investing in those jeans! Soon I'll get to share with you all another exciting project- I'm now a contributor to <a href="http://thecurvyfashionista.com/" target="_blank">The Curvy Fashionista</a>! Watch for my first post very soon!<br />
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She is clothed in strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. Proverbs 31:25Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09996155718436304868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210133198963562062.post-37476283015259309862015-03-14T11:04:00.000-07:002015-03-14T11:04:06.276-07:00The Doctor VisitMy annual mammogram experience includes sitting in a ladies-only waiting room with my upper body wrapped in the top half of a hospital gown and awkward small talk with other ladies to fill in the time. My last visit was especially tense. Karen, the lady sitting to my right, shared with me her worries. <br />
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After her mammogram, she was asked to return to the waiting area while the doctor examined her films. This is a standard routine that allows doctors to do extra checking (ultrasound, biopsy) if something suspicious is found all before the patient goes home. Although practical, the routine creates an eerie atmosphere in the waiting area. <br />
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Karen's results had taken longer than usual and, to her or anyone in her situation, it meant something was wrong. I prayed hard for her that day but, it didn't help the minutes go by any faster. I feared that it would be my turn to go to the examining room before I learned of her fate. I didn't know her but, we shared a common, burdening worry that created a temporary bond and I didn't want her to be alone if she got bad news. Finally, after an eternity of 15 minutes, a nurse peaked her head into the room. Karen was so fixated on her fear that her body literally jumped when she heard her name. "Everything looks fine," were the three most important words of Karen's day. <br />
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They were my favorite words of the day, too! I had a great visit with my doctor. Dr. Hunt informed me that the changes I'm making in my life will have a bigger positive impact on my health than a bilateral mastectomy. What a powerful statement! She also told me to keep focusing on and writing goals based on fitness and nutrition instead of a certain number of pounds. This leads to sustainable habits, she said. For once in my life, a doctor is proud of me! Here is the proud doctor posing with me in front of the beautiful quilt she made! <br />
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CrossFit is a group of people bound together by a desire to achieve (and help others achieve) a better version of themselves than they were yesterday. I often find myself wondering how I was lucky enough to find this group of people. Last month Andrea, one of our coaches asked my friend, Magaly, and I to create a workout that told the story of our friendship. You can watch a short animated video of the workout <a href="http://goanimate.com/videos/0A2EvJOt7pNk?utm_source=linkshare&utm_medium=linkshare&utm_campaign=usercontent" target="_blank">here</a>. The support we got from the members was touching! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09996155718436304868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210133198963562062.post-1199425511094449422015-02-15T18:40:00.000-08:002015-02-15T18:40:22.232-08:00It's Your TimeAre you hoping to start an exercise program or establish healthier eating habits? Wondering how to get started or re-start? It's your time! The truth is, this is the journey of a million beginnings for me. After many failed attempts, I finally feel successful. Here are the three secrets I've unlocked that have made all the difference.<br />
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Although my goal has never been to become skinny (I love my curves!), I'm currently a recovering scale addict. Eight months ago my goal was to drop 100 pounds. This goal made me obsess over numbers. The obsession with weighing-in became very evident the last couple of months because weight loss is actually at a stand-still and it's not because I haven't been working hard. <br />
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Keep these things in mind when setting goals. Lifestyle changes can lead to weight loss but, if your focus is just weight loss, you will be an emotional wreck when you plateau. Focus your goals on nutrition, fitness, sleeping habits, or water intake. Keep goals *SMART- Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, and Time-based. For example, as apposed to saying that I'll drink more water, my goal is to drink 100 ounces of water each day this week. I've read articles that suggest drinking half your body weight in ounces. Drinking 155 ounces of water each day is not an attainable or realistic goal for me at this time. At the end of 7 days, I will be able to measure my success in reaching this SMART goal. <br />
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Find someone or lots of someones to help keep you accountable, encourage and mentor you. I found support in what seemed like the most unlikely places. The CrossFit athletes that I have the blessing to know are a key factor in establishing life changes. It's both heart-warming and humbling to know that, no matter how slow I run, they'll never let me run alone. Trust me, I've tried to avoid the awkward moments when I'm breathing so heavily that it feels like I'm about to die and my dedicated friends are doing everything they can to run as slow as I'm going. They believe in me and I won't let them down.<br />
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I also found the unconditional support of empowering women on social media. Secret FaceBook books can be your best ally when implementing changes. Being able to vent, post goals, ask for advice, cheer others on, read success stories, and post pictures to a controlled audience is priceless. Please comment below if you're interested in joining of of these online communities or start your own with people you know. <br />
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Life happens all around me. With a demanding career and two children to raise, my days aren't naturally conducive to exercising regularly or eating nutritious foods. I have to force it. The key is in planning. I've found a sense of security in planning meals, snacks, and grocery shopping trips for the week. I seem to control emotional eating better when my food is planned. My Sunday evening routine includes preparing breakfasts and healthy snacks for the week. I also take time to chop any meats and veggies I may need for our meals during the week. In short, food prep is the new fast food in my home. <br />
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Dedicated to those who give me their unconditional support, are my healthy food companion when cake is abundant, run by my slow-pokey side, cheer me on during workouts, and encourage me on tough days...thank you! You know who you are!<br />
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*SMART goals were developed for educational institutes but, are perfect for any area of life. For more SMART goal information go <a href="http://smart%20goals%20were%20developed%20for%20educational%20institutes%20but%2C%20are%20perfect%20for%20any%20area%20of%20life.%20%20for%20more%20smart%20goal%20information%20go%20to/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09996155718436304868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210133198963562062.post-83433493641259424702015-01-17T19:06:00.001-08:002015-01-17T19:06:45.639-08:00Recordar es Volver a VivirTitle translation: To Remember is to Live Again<br />
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Hugging my brother for the first time in five years is a pretty amazing feeling. My heart is full of admiration for him. Knowing that, at age 18, he decided to serve our country by becoming a United States Marine overwhelms me with pride. Unfortunately, life sometimes gives you obstacles and this reunion was very delayed. <br />
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Six years ago our life was in turmoil. Our mom's soul had gone to rest in heaven and, though her battle with cancer had ended, our struggle with life had begun. Our little sister was only 17 and my brother was fighting a war in Iraq. <br />
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I remember her last days vividly. Her cancer invaded her body right before our eyes. There was nothing we could do except medicate her in hopes that she wouldn't suffer. She had held on for so long but, was tired of fighting. One night she told us she was leaving. I knew that it was time to say good-bye so I knelt by her feet and, with my arms wrapped gently around her achy body, I thanked her for the beautiful life she had given us. Tears ran down her face when she stared into my sister's precious face. Sadly, there was someone missing.<br />
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My brother was on his way home from Iraq to say good-bye but, never got that chance. She was already gone when he got home. I had prayed for God to take her. I couldn't see her suffer anymore. I knew that praying for her suffering to end would mean that my brother wouldn't get the chance to hug her one last time. That was the hardest prayer I've ever prayed and I hope his heart has forgiven me. <br />
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When the funeral passed, it was time to say good-bye again. The day my brother began his journey back to Iraq was the first time I missed my mom. When the three of us were together, I felt safe in our memories. The start of his trip was the also the beginning of trying to make sense of our lives without our mom. <br />
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We've spent years trying to put puzzle pieces together, years trying to make it back to each other. Being held tight in my brother's embrace suddenly makes everything fit. Ecclesiastes 3:4 tells us that there is a time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance. This is our time to laugh and our time to dance! <br />
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As I continue my journey to better health, I'll make new memories along the way. Yesterday's memories will remind me not to be stuck in my time to mourn.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09996155718436304868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210133198963562062.post-65694085641562635972014-12-24T07:32:00.000-08:002015-01-06T13:07:21.557-08:00I CrossFit<div class="MsoNormal">
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I’d never thought I’d say! The reality is that my burpees are more like “stand-upees,”
my mile is about 25 minutes long, my squats are just a slight knee bend, and
the list goes on, friends. I don’t like
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My friend, Jayne, has always challenged me professionally. She’s given me confidence to apply for new jobs,
present to large crowds, and she’s constantly stretching my use of technology. It turns out that last summer she also pushed
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Jayne was a runner
but, when she joined a new “gym” we started noticing alarming things at the
office. A funny way of walking, callused
hands, FaceBook pictures of her lifting tractor tires, uncommon acronyms, a
strange dedication to her workouts, and choosing not to participate in our
monthly birthday pig-outs are just a few of the signs that her gym was more
like a cult. Yes, a cult. Cult, by definition, describes a small group
of people with religious practices that others consider sinister. If you disregard the religious part of the
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As sinister as it sounded, when her friend, Gil, told us about
a summer class for kids I decided to sign both of my kids up. Why? Obesity
is prevalent in my family. I desperately
needed to break the cycle. My son, Landon,
was only four years old during the class but, it didn’t take long for him show
signs of cult membership. My oldest,
Isaac, was so empowered by the class that he challenged me to make some changes
in my life. Gil and Jayne had both asked
when I’d start. My response was always, “When
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One thing led to another and I ended up in Gil’s intro class
weighing 355 pounds at a place named RUK, which stands for R U Kidding! When I
started the class I was not able to jump; my feet would not leave the ground no
matter how much my brain ordered them to.
I hadn’t run since “the mile” in grade school. Getting up from the floor was an event. I was so scared of what seemed like a frigid
environment of athletes! It’s no wonder
I requested for my church to put me on the prayer list and I often prayed for
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In spite of constantly pushing me to a near physical and emotional
breaking point, he helped me feel comfortable and confident. It wasn’t long before I realized that the
other people at this place (which I once thought was frigid and maybe God forsaken)
also took an interest in helping me succeed.
They weren’t like that just with me but, had high expectations of each
other and encouraged each other constantly.
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As of today, I’ve lost 39 pounds but, have gained so
much! I can jump rope, run, and hang
from a bar and lift my knees while I’m there.
I secretly love being drenched in sweat, I love that my hands are
starting to callus, and the feeling of accomplishment after a near-death
experience (or workout, as they call them).
I’m blessed to be learning about and implementing better nutrition for
my family. I have a long way to go, but
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09996155718436304868noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210133198963562062.post-36201323077194600912014-12-18T08:33:00.000-08:002014-12-18T08:33:14.545-08:00Welcome!I was blessed to inherit my mom's "fuerza y valor," strength and valor. Along with this blessing came the genetic inheritance of a BRCA2 gene. This means that I have an 80% chance of having a breast cancer diagnosis. I'm not a mathematician, but 80% is a pretty big chance. The solution to rid my existence of the permanent dark cloud is to undergo an elective double mastectomy. The problem? I have to lose 100 lbs before I can have this surgery. So far, I'm 33 lbs closer!<br />
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Tell me about you! What goals are you currently working on?<br />
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