I was going nuts. Really, that was my neurologist's diagnosis over the phone. He told me to go take a hike. So began a Fitness Quest, of overcoming stress and anxiety with exercise...but I hate exercise. Really. Don't we all? A broken hand, a divorce and multiple life changes have ensued since it began, but still the Quest continues...
The GPS said the reroute would only take 25 extra minutes.
It took an hour....on washboard roads.
I-17 was closed due to a brush fire, minutes before I was to get on it. As I suspected, there were dirt roads that could take me around it.
Which apparently semis decided they could take, too.
I’d always thought there were back routes around sections of the interstate, and recalled recent interstate shutdowns and wondered why state police hadn’t lead people off the highways on these roads to other major roads. (Still a good question!) My first ten miles I had no traffic; my last twenty I crawled with several hundred other vehicles.
The novelty wore off fast.
The scenery was stunning-I’d love to go Jeeping on this road someday-but the dust got monotonous, and the bumps irritating. It had already been a super long day, and I was cooked.
Kinda like most days: I’m completely worn out.
Special Olympic golf coaches, year three!
Don’t get me wrong. Life is getting better, but I can’t say that I’ve been giving it my very best. I want to give it my very best, very much so. In some areas, I truly am giving it my very best.
But overall?
Not so much.
Giup always gives it his very best, however. Treats may be involved :)
In recent crisis, the motto to give it my very best *has* pulled me through some very tough spots. I honestly have given my very best to some top priority things, namely the Buckeye’s continued recovery. Exercise and diet in my life, however, has NOT been one of them. Instead, they are getting a very different set of rules.
Exercise is strangely becoming a routine.
This guy tags along about half the time. Only half, not all.
I go to the gym at least once every three days, pretty much without fail.
Seriously.
I’m sticking to the the Arc Trainer, nothing else. 30-45 minutes. Slowly increasing the level. Burn about 200 calories a session. That’s it.
This is not my very best.
My best would be a circuit through the weight machines, another training session with Brad and pushing myself to go longer and harder on the arc trainer.
Of course this is how I feel about that...!
In truth, I’m taking a very different approach to exercise: I’m starting very slow, but very steady.
My first goal is to not have to use my inhaler.
I taped my gym ID to it so I wouldn’t forget to bring it.
This far. I’ve only used it on one visit-but it was a high pollution day., and early in the workout. Given I’ve gone over a dozen times, I’m happy with my lungs.
I’ve also learned a huge secret about me and exercise.
YouTube.
Really truly.
I’m not a big fan of videos-everyone in my family will tell you I prefer to read. I rarely watch tv anymore.
But.
The Cleveland Browns
and
Safiya Nygaard
Have changed my life.
Seriously.
I put on one of their videos-and get on the arc trainer. There’s no gym noise. My focus is on something I thoroughly enjoy, not some mindless HGTV show or the local news.
And exercise is easy.
I caught myself looking forward to watching the next Building the Browns and ran to the gym to watch it. 226 calories later, I was pleasantly surprised in how fast the time had gone. I genuinely hate exercise...but this?
It’s not my very best.
My lungs are not protesting. My legs and arms do not fell like sore jello the next day, but I know I am getting stronger. The scale says I’ll fit into jeans for my Hoodie Honeymoon.
And that’s just fine.
I think we stress ourselves out, feeling that in all things we must give our very best. Yes, when it comes to the Buckeye, he needs that. My business deserves that. But in somethings, it’s good to just have good habits!
Habitually exercising was never a thing I thought I could do, I dreaded it so much. Watching a video on making a Frankenstein Lipstick, however?! Guilty pleasure.
Add exercise and the guilt is removed. 😏
So for me, although I am months and years out from it being official, I may have found a way change my life for the better.
K-Pop makeovers and football preseason videos.
And lazy Sundays after a workout with the Buckeye and the cat and the dog all piled on the couch.
So it seems my sidetrack into a gym (which I hate) and the realization that not every area of my life has to be my very best (only the most important areas) is slowly paying off.
Well, for certain my lungs and heart are much healthier.
And that gives me hope.
Hope that I’m on the right path, even though it’s very different from the ones I’ve tried before.
“Hike like a Granny” I used to say. Thinking that was the right path all along....slow and steady.
It’s not my very best. But in this case, it’s the best it can be!
Since August 1st, I’ve attempted to do a workout every other day.
Birthdays, however, do not count.
In total, I’ve done 6 in 15 days. I’ll go later today, so I’m not too far off track.
Thank God it’s football preseason, and I finally have an NFL team.
So it’s not been easy making this a habit, given my hatred of exercise and exercise-induced asthma I’m trying to keep at bay. Add in an indulgent birthday lunch and dinner, and you might think I’d be way off track. Especially when I really hate gyms.
Because Rejection.
It started in gym class in elementary school, and never let up. When you’re the last kid chosen, every time, it hurts your psyche. I could run really fast for 10 seconds, but nothing beyond that. I have little natural coordination, due to my left-eye dominance but right-handedness and lack of good depth perception. Now I know my “I need a drink of water” was actually exercise-induced asthma.
As an adult, the lack of coordination meant I failed at aerobics class, step class, and more recently, Zumba. It also meant I looked like a fool, which didn’t do wonders for anything.
Hiking, biking and swimming have always been the only sports I’ve loved, in part due to the solitary nature. So the gym, now, is hard. People are there who won’t talk to me unless they are paid to. You know some of them are judgey and they’re secretly judging you (although this point actually doesn’t bug me!) I also rarely experience “feeling better” after exercise; my body does not reward me with endorphins for my efforts.
Thankfully this is also there!!! Go Browns!!
So, I’m unfit and have excuses not to go to the gym. But I’m going.
My third trip to the gym I begged the Buckeye to go. Begged. Pleaded. I wanted a cheerleader, and as my husband he seemed the logical choice. He refused, clinging to his outdoor hikes. With so many things denied to him since his accident, it’s the one thing he insists on. I can’t join him due my asthma flaring hard over 100 degrees, and the dust and pollution doesn’t help.
I taped my gym ID card to my inhaler so I won’t forget it.
So he wouldn’t go, I was poopy about it and whined a lot. I also inwardly whined a lot about church that night, as I felt the same way there that I did at the gym:
I’m supposed to go. I know it’s good for me. People there, however, are potentially judgey and judging me. No one is talking to me unless they are paid. Just like exercise.
Our pretty little mid-century Spanish revival church. In truth, the people have been very welcoming and friendly, it’s me who has the issues. The preaching is excellent, and always thought-provoking.
Thought-provoking. Another thing exercise and church have in common, but in this instance, a good thing.
As of late, I have been listening to podcasts or even watching YouTube videos at the gym. It takes my mind off my body struggling, and makes better use of my time. I admit, filling my head with Browns preseason stats may be questionable as a better use of my time, but at least I’m learning something new, as I’ve never followed the NFL before, and I’m still learning the Browns history.
Apparently it’s not pretty, just like my history with exercise 😂😂
So as I struggle with exercise, and admit I struggle with church for many of the same reasons, I find I look more and more to the Buckeye as my cheerleader or coach. He knows what’s good for me, and as my partner, he’ll lead me down the right path in these two areas I struggle with, yes?
I love this clip from Facing the Giants. The coach encouraging his QB, and the resulting accomplishment is inspiring:
It actually came up in my Facebook memories this month, and I watched it wistfully, wishing the Buckeye would encourage me like the coach did.
And then I watched it again.
And listened carefully to what the coach said to Brock.
He asked if he’d already accepted defeat, before a game was played.
He then asked for his absolute best, and blindfolded him.
With his trust only in his coach, the kid set out to do his best...and did five times as much as he had done before.
And at the end, the Coach pointed out Brock wasn’t using his God-given talents by giving up before a game.
I watched it again...listening to what the Coach said...and realized that as much as I wanted the Buckeye to be my coach, that was wrong of me.
God is my head coach.
It’s really tough lately.
I’m not talking about exercise or church, I’m talking about life.
Both the Buckeye and I are worn down, the past year taking a toll on both of us in different ways. It’s been very hard, for many different reasons. He’s not yet back to 100%, and yet circumstances demand more. I’m trying my best to support him through his recovery, but my own challenges I ultimately face on my own.
Blonde highlights. No lavender, rose gold, neon orange/yellow/lime green, no forest green or sapphire hair to be seen. Sigh.
As I face the challenges, I know I’m not strong enough. I know my body is weak and my soul is worn out. For much of this year, I was defeated before I even played the game. I longed for a coach, a cheerleader, a partner.
“Don’t quit until you got nothing left.”
“It hurts.”
Yes, it hurts. It’s hurt for so many years. So many years of being an optimistic that things will get better. So many years of driving only to be shut down by people and circumstances out of your control. So many years of disappointment. So much pain of being rejected, over and over.
And yet, have I given it my best?
No, I haven’t. I’ve walked around defeated since 2008, when my sister committed suicide, my best friend betrayed me and turned a church against me. It was then the King withdrew, and our downward spiral began. In this mess I tried to keep swimming, tried to rescue my children. While I’ve seen flickers of the success I once was, I’ve walked into every game defeated. The occasional wins are hard, drawn out battles, that sap what little strength I have. To give my best would mean it might hurt more, that I might get hurt worse than I already am. People are not to be trusted, and yet I’ve long for a coach to pull along side.
What I’ve needed was already sustaining me...I just hadn’t thought to look to God as my cheerleader and coach before.
Right now, He’s calling on me to do my very best. Circumstances that trigger fear and the desire to flee are surrounding me; circumstances that I barely survived years ago. Last night I was overcome with worry after the Buckeye had fallen asleep, as I tried to stifle tears I couldn’t help but think of this death crawl scene.
I’m carrying a great weight: a good weight, one I’m proud to carry. I love my husband, my children and my business. Right now, circumstances are piled on top of all of us; it’s this extra weight that hurts. If God is my coach, and I’m blindfolded but trusting in Him this I know:
If I fall, He’ll pick me up. I am never not safe.
But if I trust Him and dig deep, if I negotiate with my body for more strength, if I give it my very best, if I don’t quit, if I put my heart into it...where can I carry my weight to? What circumstances will be shed as I push through? What can I inspire in others? What successes are just yards away?
“God gifted you with the ability of leadership. Don’t waste it.”
I feel as if I have wasted too much.
I once lead a team to $42 million in sales, with a product that averaged $25 in value. Ahead of me right now is a campaign I created, that I know has all the earmarks of success. I know my market, my pricing, my customer. I have spent three years investing in it. I know what to do.
“It hurts.”
All the weight of the world seems added to my shoulders, and the tears that flow too easily are proof. And yet, last night...
“I know it hurts! You keep going! You keep going!
Its all heart from here!
Thrity more steps! You keep going!
Come on! Keep going!”
Me: It burns!
“Let it burn! Its all heart! You keep going! Come on! Come on! Keep going! You promise me your best! Your best! Don’t stop! Keep going!”
Me: Too hard!
“Its not too hard! You keep going! Come on!
Give me more! Give me more! Keep going!
Twenty more steps! Twenty more steps!
Keep going, give me your best!
Don’t quit! No!
Keep going! Keep going! Keep going!
Don’t quit! Don’t quit! Don’t quit!
You don’t quit!”
I’m not in the end zone yet. My weight is still upon me. But last night I heard my coach, and I was reminded to cast my cares on Him. I was reminded that His Grace is sufficient for me. I was reminded that Love never fails. I was reminded I can chose to be patience, kind and long suffering. I was reminded I haven’t given my best in a very long time...and perhaps it was time to put on a blindfold and give my best, knowing God was my coach, my cheerleader, and the one who held me in safety.
My Buckeye. I am blessed beyond measure to have him by my side.
Yesterday I did go to the gym, for my seventh workout in fifteen days. The Buckeye went with me, and took up on the treadmill next to me. I was delighted to see that without consulting one another, our speed and incline rates were the same; truly we are a well-matched team. He conceded that the workout in air conditioning was pleasant, and recanted on his earlier declarations that he wouldn’t work out with me there. It seems my leadership in going every other day has inspired him to be better as well....
My heart is so full of love for him ❤️
My crawl is far from over, and I don’t know where the end zone is. I hadn’t been giving it my best; I’d just tried to survive. I’m seeing now that I have a choice: it’s my choice to listen to my coach whom I’ve ignored due to my leeriness of people in the church. It’s my choice to build myself up spiritually, as I’ve started to do with my body. It’s my choice to overcome my past failures to succeed with new adventures today. No, I’m not at the end zone. But my inability to move must end or I’ll never make it. Yes, my spirit is unfit, just like my body. I have excuses not to go to church and not to study God’s word, but that doesn’t matter. Like my body, I need to start conditioning my spirit and soul...whether people reject me or not. Now that I can hear my coach over all of the din, something has changed.
Yes, it still hurts. Yes, it’s too much.
Just don’t quit.
Sent to me at exactly the right moment by a friend-my coach works through people, too.
This time, I’m determined to give my best. I’m trusting God the well-timed help will come just when I need it. But for now-I need to do what I know to do.
I wasn’t planning on working out. I was planning on brunch in Scottsdale, hence the lip gloss and eyeliner.
August 1st we started our weight loss challenge, and quite frankly, eating is the easy part. I’m not a huge fan of food, I regularly forget to eat, and only on rare occasions stress eat. As a regular hiker I maintained my weight in the 150’s with relative ease, despite having exercise induced asthma.
Hiking, my friends, is NOT exercise.
Not when this is the topography...it’s simply life-affirming and spectacular and has nothing to do with wretched exercise.
Exercise, my entire life since I’ve been old enough to remember, means your throat feels tight like you need a drink of water and you feel weak and need to slow down.
Yet on the radio I always heard this...so I assumed I didn’t have asthma.
HOW DOES A 5 YEAR OLD KNOW HOW A FISH FEELS?!?
Since my asthma is only exercise-induced, I just assumed I was “out of shape.” The first years of this blog I referred to it as The Air Monster. I had friends who had kids with real asthma-I didn’t have attacks like them. Leave it to my nurse practitioner to figure it out...and prescribe a rescue inhaler. Which freaking changed my life for the better.
It did not, however, change how I feel about exercise.
Thank God I fell in love with the Cleveland Browns, and NFL training camp has started...
Ok fine, I admit, once in awhile in my past I may have said I loved classical Pilates. But that’s $300 a month I don’t have right now, and all I can afford is the local strip mall gym.
Because my asthma is horrible in Phoenix.
I freaking LOVE Phoenix, 😭😭😭
I love the heat. I LOVE IT. I love the fact I go outside and it feels wonderful. My muscles relax, it soothes the aches. The hotter car is like a sauna...and I admit I soak it in before I turn on the A/C full blast.
This is not me😂😂😎
However much I love this city doesn’t matter though, when the pollution and heat make for a dangerous combination.
Physically fit and unable to continue due to my lungs, two years ago.
So my weight? The move to Phoenix contributed mightily to that. There’s four months the heat/pollution combo makes hiking dangerous for my lungs. The first year it creeped up despite no real changes in my diet, and I lost it all with the 5-2 diet and no exercise at all (which made me exceedingly happy.) The next round of gaining? Oh, stress and living with my ex, and remodeling and then husband getting fired and almost dying?
I remember sitting on the couch last December, when the Buckeye was in the hospital. I weighed between 171-173 daily, and I had some Christmas yumminess at hand. I remember clearing thinking I did not care if I gained weight, because I knew how to take it off, and at that point I was drowning in discouragement. I felt like I was being stalked by widowhood, and was barely keeping my head above water.
So I ate the Christmas cookies and probably several bags of chips and I’ve not regretted it.
If a few extra pounds helped me smile and be the best I could be for my then recovering husband, it was fine.
In January, I halted my indulgence, and ate normally. My weight has stayed at 178-180 for eight months. No gain. (This also means I do, actually, have jeans that fit. I just don’t like them or the number associated with them!!)
So why now?
Well, Manchild is working on losing weight. And a mother will do things for her son she won’t do for herself. That and the Buckeye suggested the challenge, not only to help Manchild, but so we can look good for each other for our honeymoon.
I think he looks fabulous already, and so freaking handsome it’s unfair to the rest of the world. I’m the luckiest girl alive😍😍
Begrudgingly, I admit I don’t like my belly, and it needs to be gone. Along with the two pairs of jeans I know that would fit, because they are a larger size than what I normally wear.
So I’m not only doing my diet (5-2, with Monday and Wednesday being fast days of 800 calories and the rest of the week I can have 1800) I’ve added in the one thing that I’ve neglected for two years: exercise.
The good news? I can workout in air conditioning and apparently not have an asthma attack. I also have several podcasts to keep me entertained, which means I am learning much about football😂
The bad news?
I still hate it.
I tried to convince the Buckeye to join me, and was quite pissed he refused. He can handle the heat, and loves to hike in it. His hatred of gyms matches my hatred of exercise, so he refused.
So when I was done driving his truck, I didn’t move the steering wheel back to the position he prefers. Because priorities.
So today’s workout (I’m aiming for every other day) was 30 minutes on the arc trainer with arms. Heart rate got up to 184 at one point, so I’m assuming that’ll make some exercise people happy.
Y’all suck, btw.
Anyhow, podcasts made it bareable and I came home to meatballs for lunch. I was still hungry so I gorged on fresh watermelon, and ate until I was full. Total calories? 362. Because I actually do know how to do the food part.
So now I’m pouty, and mad I’m not thin already.
It’s gonna be a long 31 days...
But if I make you laugh, then it’s kinda worth it.
Diet food😂😂😂 So I was yesterday days old when I realized the distinctive shape of a tortilla chip is from cutting an actual tortilla into 1/6ths...😳😜
So Monday is my “free birthday workout” at the gym...I’ll make sure to take pictures. Fitness Quest: keeping it real🥴
So I expected to wake up this morning fit and thin.
As you can see, I’m cautiously optimistic about my weigh-in.
The Great Weight Loss Challenge of 2019 has begun, and it’s only 31 days. Yesterday I cut calories, and went to the gym. Surely I’ll be happy with the scale this morning, right?
Or not. I forgot how much I hate “exercise bras.”
The gym membership was purchased a few weeks ago, and I’d only gone once. Because, you know, stuff. The original plan was to go with Manchild, but that hasn’t quite worked out.
Lol, like who saw that coming...?
Anyhow, a new plan is in place. The Buckeye, Manchild and I have all thrown $50 in the pot and the one with the most weight lost in a month will take home $150. Me? I’m thinking it simply might be a good idea to be able to fit into a pair of jeans before the Hoodie Honeymoon😱😱😱
The Princess looks dubious. I look chunky.
So my weight the day of the Challenge was 177.8. Manchild’s was 260, and The Buckeye’s, 220.
Interesting to note I had a .8 in mine.
Our new scale is waaaaaay fancy, and it gives us horrible information like how much our bones weigh (only 6.8 lbs?!?) muscle weighs (only 108 lbs?!?) and how much our fat composition is.
We already discussed that. Move along. Move along.
It also told me to only eat 1813 calories a day and I’d hit my goal weight in 24 weeks.
Hence the return to the gym, as 24 weeks is unacceptable.
So, my asthma is usually exercise induced, and it’s greatly aggravated by high temps. I was uncertain if I actually did cardio what would happen at the gym....so I tentatively tried a mild workout on an arc machine. Got the heart rate up in the 150’s and didn’t have an asthma attack...which was incredible. Because I kinda forgot my inhaler...
😱
I was fine:)
What impressed me is I didn’t die, or feel like dying. Some would say that meant it wasn’t a workout.
Whatever.
The Princess was the entire reason I actually went.
She doesn’t need to lose weight, but being fit is her goal. I’m happy just to have someone go with me for now, as I’m not really motivated by my unfitting jeans like I should be.
See, you can’t see the dimpling...😂😂
Truth be told...I’m finding it hard to stand up from a squat....and that’s concerning. Lack of strength is unacceptable...and hence the new effort. The weight being too much is another...I know it’s sink or swim. I’m not a huge food person, but habits must be made to be strong.
I also admit I’m strongly inspired by Black Widow. Seriously considering back to red;)
My weight this morning? 176.8. Given my workout, you’d think it should be 162 or something. Like really. 15 lbs sounds totally reasonable with the effort I gave😂😂
So, there you have it folks. Exercise. It sucked, I didn’t lose my breath (making me wonder how much pollution adds to triggering my asthma) and I have a “free birthday workout” next Monday.
Entrepreneur life: the first year you look cute, the second year you look like you may die, and the third year you go nuts and die your hair green.
Life, it seems, has not wanted to play fair.
My 17 year marriage disintegrated in 2015, and the next year royally sucked. I got the idea I could run a business in 2017, had three near-perfect months in a cottage and fell in love, but life got super hard despite being in love. It was supposed to get better and got much worse, and then much more WORSE and then maybe, just maybe there was hope. I felt relief for the first time in months, if not years.
Even though I don’t like my weight, and summer asthma means no hiking in the valley in the foreseeable future.
But Giup has been here, and that’s Special :)
When we last left off, the Buckeye was improving. What I never told all of you is the fact he was fired from his job the day we came home from our mini-moon, four days after our wedding.
He got fired for looking for another job (mind you, never on company time.) His first day back after his wedding he came in to his office to find everything packed in a box, despite in the month prior, he’d secured over a million dollars in new projects for the company. He had, for better or for worse, discovered the company was for sale; quietly, he had updated his LinkedIn, and passed resumes to a few people. That was considered blasphemous by his boss, and he was shown to the door. The day he came back from his wedding.
Yes, we know it was a dick move. That fact has been universally agreed on. It, however, does not make it any easier to live through.
So when he almost dies three months later, and his recovery has been very slow...add to it all he was unemployed, and had no job to return to.
May you never have to do this.
Between never recovering from 2018 being a hard year from March onward (with just four days respite when I got married and had two days by a pool in Vegas) I really struggled in early 2019. I had been forced to chose between caring for my husband and opening Ride in Scottsdale; I chose my husband, of course. Which meant I also put my entire company in jeopardy, and greatly limited my income-our only income.
The weeks ticked by, and I began working the Prescott season as early as I could. The 200 mile commute added weariness to my already floundering spirit; despite the Buckeye getting a job. Somehow he had aced an interview in January, despite the headaches and slowness of his body. He started in March, and mentally, as of today, I’d say he’s 90% returned to normal. Physically? About 75%. Still a ways to go, in several areas.
Did I mention the Buckeye and Kyle, my original Ride business partner, have become bff’s?
I came to realize I greatly underestimated my need to be in Prescott, and accepted an offer from Jesus to help.
Literally.
Jesus has taken the wheel.
Meet our driver, Jesus. Yes, it’s his legal name.
With Jesus’ help, I felt a weight lifted. We would have a successful season in Prescott, as we teamed up for him to be my legs. That’s allowed me to look at the bigger picture-and take a breath.
It really is going to be ok.
Supposedly, I can sleep on a plane using the device pictured here....?!
I’ve prayed for direction, and have found this scripture to be true:
Jesus was especially appropriate and well-timed help!
So as the Buckeye gets stronger, and Ride gets more focused, I find myself more than just relieved.
Feeling cute, might start a revolution later.
It’s been growing in my belly I should start exercising again.
Like literally growing: I’m putting on weight in my belly.
The young Marine is the Buckeye’s ex-wife’s son, who he still proudly calls his stepson. The Buckeye is a former marine, and it’s unsurprising his former stepsons still look up to him. It was also not surprising that my son, Manchild, has also decided he wants to be a marine.
Manchild. 18 and works 40+ hour weeks installing fencing in 110° heat since graduating in May.
He was a lineman in football, and has lost 30+ lbs on his own since the season ended. He’s almost there to join...and has about 20 more to take off before boot camp this fall. Given he does 8-10 hours in the heat, running outside to lose the extra weight would be a lot.
So I offered to join a local gym, and walk on the treadmill beside the one he jogged on.
This is how my men treated the news of me joining a gym....😂😂😂😂
I really don’t want to...but I know I should...but I really don’t want to...
Restart my fitness quest.
So today, I pulled on super tight workout clothes that still barely fit...
I weigh the same as I did at the beginning of the year. My four-pound fluctuation is between 175-179lbs. Last summer, it was between 170-175lbs.
So, it’s time for a change.
Work out clothes. BLAH.
And I ranted and raved and complained...and the trainer, Brad, laughed and thought I was hysterical.
And I kinda enjoyed the fact I knew proper form, and still could hold a plank. And that while right handed, I almost always started with my left on everything.
And as I did the workout and remembered my three-song workout, my days at Crossfit and my love of classical Pilates, a thought came to me:
What if I was able to learn to run in the air conditioning...and this fall actually be able to run on a trail?
It’s been a bit.
I admit, I miss it...even though I never got good at it.
