Wednesday, March 8, 2017

I Gotta Be Honest With You For a Minute...

A year ago, on the plane to my honeymoon, I wrote a little snippet.  I put what had been in my head into actual words.  I never had the courage to share them, however, for some reason over the past few weeks I’ve been gaining more courage.  I don’t know if it’s bikini prep or what, but I know that I want my story to help someone else who might be struggling.  I know how hard it can be to deal with these thoughts and feelings and think that you are alone.

A year after writing this post, I am in the midst of preparing for a bikini competition; something I never imagined I would EVER be doing.  During my Dare to Eat program, I was inspired and empowered by my coach, Garrett Wood.  I feel stronger and more confident than I ever have in my entire life!  I have definition and leanness that I always aspired to have. And the crazy thing is… I still have the thoughts outlined below.  I still nitpick and “wish it were better”.  I still have anxiety about what I’m putting into my body.  I freaked out in the beginning of prep because I thought I was eating too much.  Really, it was the anxiety of letting someone else control what I was eating.  I tried to take it back and coach wouldn’t let me; I had to trust the process.  9 weeks into prep, I realized this was a blessing in disguise. I’ve learned to nourish my body with what it needs for what I’m asking it to do.  I have to or else it won’t function properly.  I’ve learned progress, not perfection (at least not yet).  And I’ve learned that it’s okay to let someone else control something in your life.

Who would have thought that bikini prep would help my recovery??

So in honor of International Women’s Day (or at least that’s the excuse I’m using because I feel empowered today!), here’s my ramblings from last year.  Enjoy!

February 2016

Eating disorders are a mean thing.  They infiltrate your mind and never fully let go.  Even in recovery there is always a nagging voice that says mean things.  They never go away.  The thing about recover though is that you can either ignore these voices or tell them to shut the hell up.  You have learned ways to cope with triggers or distract yourself long enough for the behaviors to pass.  The hardest part for me has been telling these voices they are wrong.

I’ve been on my Dare to Eat program for almost 11 weeks now.  I’ve lost 10 pounds and many inches.  I’ve leaned out and gotten stronger.  I have definition in my shoulders and can almost see my abs.  I’ve been diligent and dedicated while still enjoying foods I love, drinking beer, and traveling.  This program has given me the confidence to march into Victoria’s Secret and buy a “sexy” bikini without hesitation!

But, as soon as I look in a mirror wearing a pair of yoga pants I can only focus on my hips and thighs.  Enter the mean voices.  “They’re too big” “You could stand to lose a few more inches” “Why did you wear those?” … You get the point.  You’re probably thinking “But, she just said all those great things!”  That’s the funny thing, I am too.  But, I’ve reached a point in my recovery that I don’t let the negative self talk ruin my day.  I acknowledge it without validation, remind myself that those “big thighs and butt” are strong and don’t look in the mirror again until the thoughts pass.

I’m by no means perfect and still have a lot to do mentally and physically.  It’s not about perfection though, it’s about acceptance.  Accepting who you are what your strengths are.  Saying it’s okay to be flawed, it’s okay to mess up.  Everyone is and everyone does.  It’s about gaining the confidence to say these things and believe them.

I’ve been in recovery for 3-5 years.  I honestly couldn’t tell you though because that’s how I manage to stay here.  I don’t focus on the last negative emotion related to my illness.  I focus on the fact that I can’t remember when it was.

As I mentioned, EDs are mean and make you crazy.  I do remember one painful incident in particular that made me realize I had to do something.  I also know that wasn’t the last incident, simply the one that made me say enough is enough!

But, even after all of my hard work and all of my self care, I still have this voice that says “You’re fat” or “You’re not good enough” and picks me apart because it’s my biggest critic…

Only now I know how to say “Go home, crazy.  You’re drunk”

I challenge you to do the same.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016


I have a confession to make: In the past 2.5 weeks I’ve only deliberately worked out twice. This includes a half marathon and one amazing gym/lifting session.

Here’s the thing... I don’t feel guilty about it! For the 3-4 weeks prior to taking some time off I felt tired and sluggish and wasn’t enjoying or looking forward to working out. Not to mention a hip thing I’ve got going on that was causing some injuries.

Here’s another thing... I feel great! I feel comfortable in my body. I’m eating intuitively. I’m not starving all the time. I’m not solely focused on fueling my body for performance. I’m sleeping better. I’m logging more hours of sleep. I have more time with friends, family, and my husband. I’m not as cranky. I’m more productive.

Okay, maybe that was a few more things. But, my point is, sometimes you need to listen to your body and take time off of intense exercise and heal your body. Along with that comes healing your soul. Which brings me to my next point.

I went home to see friends and family as well as go to a conference with family last week/weekend. I spent about 4 days in Pennsylvania and came home feeling like I’d been there a week. Yes, I had to do some work while I was there, but I took a break from life. I didn’t focus on what I was doing each minute of the day. I had plans, yes, but I took my time doing things and went about each moment of my day at ease. I spent the day with my aunt and cousin at an amazing conference. I spent an evening relaxing with a cup of tea while studying and enjoying calmness with family. I got to see 2 friends who are dear to me that I haven’t seen in 10-12 years; we picked up right where we left off as if nothing had changed. I went out with close friends for a night of charity, goofiness, singing, drinks, and staying out way past our bed times. I saw cousins that I haven’t seen in 5-6 years who are doing so well and met their new family. I had dinner, drinks, laughs, and connections with my uncle. I began my drive home when I felt ready and enjoyed the music playing on the radio and the conversations I had safely via the Bluetooth feature in my car. I stopped and wandered a store to stretch my legs and “shop”. I received wonderful, loving messages from my amazing husband.

I was present and in the moment. I didn’t focus on what I “should” be doing. I enjoyed what I was doing, when I was doing it. I didn’t worry about who else I could be with. I enjoyed the people I was with or the activity that I was doing. I fully focused on myself and those around me.

As I drove home I reflected on all of the goodness in my life; I felt so warm and happy. I feel happier, more rested, less stressed, and ready to take on the world. My heart is full.

It’s important to take care of yourself, but that doesn’t always mean that you need to work, work, work it out at the gym or pounding pavement. Sometimes taking care of yourself means taking a break from all of that and nourishing your soul. Life is about balance.

Monday, August 8, 2016

So... Where do I begin?

I have been trying to start this blog for over a year. Trying SO hard to come up with the perfect first entry. Trying to decide what to write about, what direction it should go in. And as I sat on a plane to the Caribbean for my honeymoon I realized that none of that matters, I just need to start. I came up with the name to encompass life. Being happy, being healthy, but also being human. Sure we all try to be "on" all the time. We all want to only eat the things that are "good" for us. We all want to have perfect relationships and to meditate or do yoga or exercise or not be stressed out or love our jobs... But the truth is, that isn't always the way it is.

So, this... this section of the internet is where I get to share those things. Share with you the good times and the not so good times. Things that make me happy and things that sometimes piss me off. My passion for a healthy and active lifestyle, but also the days I stay in my sweats on the couch with a donut and a beer. Because that is what living is all about.