It's finally nice enough around these parts to go outside without eleventy hundred layers. YAY. Over the weekend, Chris was out of town, so I took Everlee to a park to play and hopefully burn off some energy. She super loved the merry-go-round, to the point of bawling when I took her off of it. I guess Chris is going to need to build one in the backyard... I took some photos and videos while we were there, and made a quick little project with them!
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Family ties.
I've been a little MIA the last few days because I was planning a surprise party for Chris, which was executed Sunday, and I needed Monday and yesterday to recuperate from the endeavor. I am happy to report I organized and executed {with the help of amazing family} said party without Chris finding out so he was actually surprised. Now, I don't know if you've ever tried to plan and throw a party under the nose of someone you live with, but I'm here to tell you that crap is hard. As pleased as I am that it went so well, and he was surprised, mark my words, I will never do that again. The energy expenditure and stress is too great. So thank goodness this one went so well.
There were a lot of great moments at the party, but there was one in particular that has been stuck on my brain in a loop. It keeps playing over and over again. I've spent the last few days pondering it.
At one point, when the surprise excitement had died down, I was stuffing my face with taco dip {class act, right here} and my cousin-in-law Kristy came over to chat. She started telling me that she had recently read some of my blog posts. She has also been on her journey to get in shape so she wanted to mention that she'd read my post about starting CrossFit. She said that she'd noticed a pronounced difference in my attitude, which made me even more aware of how badly it had been getting. Other people, my family, had noticed. I was internally mortified because that's just so embarrassing that I had let my mental state deteriorate so much that others knew I was unhappy. But that feeling quickly disappeared when she said "I just wanted to say I am so proud of you. You're inspiring."
Cue me trying not to tear up {and failing} and some hugging and general girliness. Other than my mom {who has to say this kind of thing to me} she's the first person to say that to me. An inspiration. I can safely say that I never thought I'd be described as such
The moment so struck me that I haven't been able to get it out of my head. I'm still in awe that she took the time to read my posts and then took the time to tell me something so meaningful. Getting in shape has been really hard for me. Between trying to balance being a mom, mustering the energy to workout daily, and then trying to figure out how diabetes fits into the mix on top of all that? Sometimes I think trying to solve the time travel enigma would be easier. Kristy's sentiment made me feel validated. It made me feel special. I can't thank her enough for that.
Support during change is so vital, in my opinion. Though the changes in my life were made purely because I wanted {needed} to, it's so great to have family and friends who are rooting for me. It makes me feel like I really can do this.
There were a lot of great moments at the party, but there was one in particular that has been stuck on my brain in a loop. It keeps playing over and over again. I've spent the last few days pondering it.
At one point, when the surprise excitement had died down, I was stuffing my face with taco dip {class act, right here} and my cousin-in-law Kristy came over to chat. She started telling me that she had recently read some of my blog posts. She has also been on her journey to get in shape so she wanted to mention that she'd read my post about starting CrossFit. She said that she'd noticed a pronounced difference in my attitude, which made me even more aware of how badly it had been getting. Other people, my family, had noticed. I was internally mortified because that's just so embarrassing that I had let my mental state deteriorate so much that others knew I was unhappy. But that feeling quickly disappeared when she said "I just wanted to say I am so proud of you. You're inspiring."
Cue me trying not to tear up {and failing} and some hugging and general girliness. Other than my mom {who has to say this kind of thing to me} she's the first person to say that to me. An inspiration. I can safely say that I never thought I'd be described as such
The moment so struck me that I haven't been able to get it out of my head. I'm still in awe that she took the time to read my posts and then took the time to tell me something so meaningful. Getting in shape has been really hard for me. Between trying to balance being a mom, mustering the energy to workout daily, and then trying to figure out how diabetes fits into the mix on top of all that? Sometimes I think trying to solve the time travel enigma would be easier. Kristy's sentiment made me feel validated. It made me feel special. I can't thank her enough for that.
Support during change is so vital, in my opinion. Though the changes in my life were made purely because I wanted {needed} to, it's so great to have family and friends who are rooting for me. It makes me feel like I really can do this.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
A big milestone
One of the biggest things to happen while I was on my blog vacation was Everlee moving into a toddler bed. It's only been a few weeks now, but so far she's acclimated pretty well {knock on wood}. I knew that this change was going to be coming soon, since she had recently been trying to climb out of her crib. When we first noticed she was trying to wiggle out, we dropped the mattress to the lowest level, and not even that would dissuade her from trying to Shawn Johnson her way out. So I started looking for toddler beds.
I found a very affordable one at Walmart that received good reviews and what do you know, it was on sale! Score.
We spent a chunk of our Saturday {post delicious FroYo} putting it together. Or, more accurately, Chris put it together, Everlee tried to derail his progress every step of the way, and I photo-documented it. Once it was all done, we sat back and let her figure it all out.
It took her a night or two to get the idea that she needs to stay in her bed, even though there isn't anything holding her in anymore. And we still have naps where I think she's sleeping only to find she's hanging out in the rocking chair. But all in all I would consider this a successful transition. Yay!
Now if only I could wrap my head around the fact that my kiddo is a year and half old and in a big girl bed already...
I found a very affordable one at Walmart that received good reviews and what do you know, it was on sale! Score.
We spent a chunk of our Saturday {post delicious FroYo} putting it together. Or, more accurately, Chris put it together, Everlee tried to derail his progress every step of the way, and I photo-documented it. Once it was all done, we sat back and let her figure it all out.
It took her a night or two to get the idea that she needs to stay in her bed, even though there isn't anything holding her in anymore. And we still have naps where I think she's sleeping only to find she's hanging out in the rocking chair. But all in all I would consider this a successful transition. Yay!
Now if only I could wrap my head around the fact that my kiddo is a year and half old and in a big girl bed already...
Monday, April 15, 2013
Brand new.
My goodness it has been awhile since I checked in last. In my previous post I said that I was taking a break and that it wasn't permanent. So here I am, refreshed and hopefully with more to say than ever before.
A lot has happened in the last two months. Truthfully, I feel like a completely new person. I can mostly attribute that to a major lifestyle overhaul. About seven weeks ago I decided I needed to change some things, and quickly. I've written about having SAD and that it was putting me in a major funk. And that was definitely true, but I wasn't being completely honest with myself. I was depressed. It had sort of snuck up on me and then all of the sudden it was awful.
I didn't feel in control of anything. I was sinking into a hole that I didn't even know I was in for a long time, and then was in too deep by the time I realized how bad it was. It was affecting me, my husband, our marriage and Everlee. Something needed to give.
One day while wasting time on Pinterest, I happened upon this pin illustrating a 30-Day CrossFit transformation and for some reason this grabbed my attention above all the other ninety-million exercise pins I see in a given day. I clicked it and was taken to the the blog of a woman who had started CF and as I read and read, and read some more, I started to feel a little tug somewhere inside me. "This is it" a little voice whispered.
As I went into research mode, I probably should have been put off by all the testimonials saying that this was the hardest workout regimen in the known universe. But I wasn't. I probably should have been scared when I read that I was going to have to do a total diet overhaul. But I wasn't. I probably should have ran for the hills when I started pouring over WOD's {WOD is short for Workout of the Day} and learning what the different exercises were. But I didn't. I felt a fire ignite inside me. This is it, I thought.
After about a week of research, compiling sources and notes, I decided that the start of the following week was going to be the start of my new life. Monday morning came and as I put on my shoes and took one more look at the WOD, I knew this was going to be hard. And yet, I still wasn't scared or intimidated. The next 30minutes were rough. Afterwards, as I was laying on my living room floor, sweating, perhaps convinced I was dying, I felt assured that I was on the right path.
It's so strange for me to think about that moment now because before I started CF, I wasn't just anti-exercise, I was anti-active. I had no desire to do much of anything. I thought that chasing Everlee around the house all day was enough 'exercise' for me. So to go through such a grueling first WOD and to lay there, practically crippled and trying to catch my breath, and not wonder "what the hell was I thinking?!" is a real testament to the fact that I was doing something right. Finally.
So, here we are, seven weeks later, and a new me sits before you. I am a 90% clean-eater, a five {sometimes six} day a week CrossFitter, with a totally new attitude and outlook on life. I'm in much better shape, I can even run almost 1.5 miles without feeling like I'm dying. I feel refreshed and alive again, for the first time in a long time. I have a better outlook on almost all things. I plan on continuing to post about my journey with this, because that's what it is, a journey. I still have days that I struggle, and that I look in the mirror and think "why don't I have x,y,z" but overall I am a new Lisa. Able to find the joy in life again.
Lots of other tidbits happened over my blogging break and I will recap over the next week and get all caught up. I feel like I found myself and I couldn't be more grateful.
Happy Monday!
A lot has happened in the last two months. Truthfully, I feel like a completely new person. I can mostly attribute that to a major lifestyle overhaul. About seven weeks ago I decided I needed to change some things, and quickly. I've written about having SAD and that it was putting me in a major funk. And that was definitely true, but I wasn't being completely honest with myself. I was depressed. It had sort of snuck up on me and then all of the sudden it was awful.
I didn't feel in control of anything. I was sinking into a hole that I didn't even know I was in for a long time, and then was in too deep by the time I realized how bad it was. It was affecting me, my husband, our marriage and Everlee. Something needed to give.
One day while wasting time on Pinterest, I happened upon this pin illustrating a 30-Day CrossFit transformation and for some reason this grabbed my attention above all the other ninety-million exercise pins I see in a given day. I clicked it and was taken to the the blog of a woman who had started CF and as I read and read, and read some more, I started to feel a little tug somewhere inside me. "This is it" a little voice whispered.
As I went into research mode, I probably should have been put off by all the testimonials saying that this was the hardest workout regimen in the known universe. But I wasn't. I probably should have been scared when I read that I was going to have to do a total diet overhaul. But I wasn't. I probably should have ran for the hills when I started pouring over WOD's {WOD is short for Workout of the Day} and learning what the different exercises were. But I didn't. I felt a fire ignite inside me. This is it, I thought.
After about a week of research, compiling sources and notes, I decided that the start of the following week was going to be the start of my new life. Monday morning came and as I put on my shoes and took one more look at the WOD, I knew this was going to be hard. And yet, I still wasn't scared or intimidated. The next 30minutes were rough. Afterwards, as I was laying on my living room floor, sweating, perhaps convinced I was dying, I felt assured that I was on the right path.
It's so strange for me to think about that moment now because before I started CF, I wasn't just anti-exercise, I was anti-active. I had no desire to do much of anything. I thought that chasing Everlee around the house all day was enough 'exercise' for me. So to go through such a grueling first WOD and to lay there, practically crippled and trying to catch my breath, and not wonder "what the hell was I thinking?!" is a real testament to the fact that I was doing something right. Finally.
So, here we are, seven weeks later, and a new me sits before you. I am a 90% clean-eater, a five {sometimes six} day a week CrossFitter, with a totally new attitude and outlook on life. I'm in much better shape, I can even run almost 1.5 miles without feeling like I'm dying. I feel refreshed and alive again, for the first time in a long time. I have a better outlook on almost all things. I plan on continuing to post about my journey with this, because that's what it is, a journey. I still have days that I struggle, and that I look in the mirror and think "why don't I have x,y,z" but overall I am a new Lisa. Able to find the joy in life again.
Lots of other tidbits happened over my blogging break and I will recap over the next week and get all caught up. I feel like I found myself and I couldn't be more grateful.
Happy Monday!
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