Long live fall back

Friday, October 25, 2013
Do you prefer to spring forward or fall back?

Which one makes you lose an hour of sleep? I think it’s the spring forward. Quick Google check…

Yep, spring forward makes you lose an hour of sleep. I hate that bastard.

Fall back is where it’s at.



Thursday, October 24, 2013
Malcolm X said, “A man who stands for nothing will fall for anything.” Discuss.

Frick. This is deep. I am not in the mood to discuss deep shit. Horrible timing for this prompt, BlogHer.

Basically this says to me that you need to own your opinions, values and beliefs. Own them. Don’t be afraid to stand up for them. If you don’t own your own shit, you might just accept whatever shit gets thrown your way. Sometimes that’s good – maybe you find something that really resonates with you! Sometimes it’s no bueno – you might find yourself going along with something that doesn’t quite feel right, but you are too scared to stand up against it.

Right now, I’m really hormonal so I have NO PROBLEM standing up against shit I don’t agree with. I might even disagree with stuff I’d usually agree with. You could say I’m in a pretty foul state. I’m going to go eat some popcorn now.


Falling Apart

Wednesday, October 23, 2013
When was the last time you felt as if things were falling apart? How was the situation resolved?

To be honest, I feel like I’ve been living in a perpetual state of falling apart, in some degree, for a really long time.

I was falling apart in an unhealthy way for most of my life. I made a mess of everything. Then last year, I hit rock bottom. That usually means you start going up. But I think I started falling apart in a good way. I was finally shedding those unhealthy emotions and behaviors that I’d saddled myself with. While the unhealthy me was falling apart, I was putting the pieces of healthy me together.

These days, things are a little more settled. Unless I get the perfect storm of Angry Sara: hormones, lack of sleep and extra-stubborn son (like today). Then shit really falls apart.

I fell off a treadmill

Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Tell us the last time you “fell on your face” (literally or figuratively).

This is a good one. It happened a few weeks ago.

So normally I do my 5-minute warmup on the elliptical. But this old guy was huffing & puffing on it when I got to the fitness center, so I decided to hop on the treadmill. No big thing. The only problem is, I usually multitask during my warmup. Get my iPod armband on, put the workout gloves on, review the workout, look up a video if I’m not sure how to perform an exercise. I’m expert status at doing this on the elliptical.

I’m terrible at doing it on a treadmill.

I’m not even sure how it happened. One second, I’m looking at the workout, the next I’m rolling around on the treadmill trying to catch my balance. I caught it, all right – after I rolled backwards off the treadmill on my back, onto the floor. All I could do was laugh. I wasn’t injured, except for some road rash on my left arm…and my pride.

Lesson learned: never multitask on a treadmill. You will make an ass of yourself.

Gullible Gail over here

Monday, October 21, 2013
Are you easily tricked? Do you fall for things?

I generally like to trust people. This bites me in the ass sometimes, because I can be so gullible.

I mean, not bad enough to buy someone’s oceanfront property in Arizona, but bad enough that I believed my dad when he said I made the best popcorn. He told me that for over 20 years and I would just beam and run off to make the popcorn. Well, the jig was up this year. He only told me that so I’d make the popcorn. That seriously has to be a record for the longest running gag! He sure had a good laugh when I found out (but I still made the popcorn for him).

My half-assed Whole 30

Twenty days ago, I decided to take on the Whole 30 Challenge. Basically, you eat Paleo (with some extra restrictions) for 30 days. I did it because I wanted to see if cutting certain things out of my diet would improve my, let’s say, GI distress. Ok I’m bloated and farty a lot of the time. I wanted to get rid of that.

For the first 15 days, I killed it. I found an amazing cookbook (Well Fed by Melissa Joulwan) that has given me so many delicious, Whole 30-approved recipes. I batch-cooked meats. I clarified butter. I stuffed more veg down my gullet than I ever have. I tried jicama and cauliflower rice. I was never hungry, even though I was only eating three times a day (instead of the 6 that seem to be the nutrition hotness lately). I lost a few pounds and saw more definition in my midsection.

But what happened on Day 16? I got tired of following dietary dogma (again).

I get that the idea of a challenge is to challenge yourself. This did challenge me, but surprisingly not as much as I feared. I thought giving up dairy would kill me, but actually I’m doing fine without my beloved cheese. When I stopped doing the Whole 30, I didn’t go crazy with some bread and cheese. I had some popcorn with clarified butter. For the next week or so, I was probably 90% Whole 30 compliant.

Then yesterday, all hell broke loose. I had my typical breakfast (egg/egg whites scramble with meat and veg). Then we went to a barbecue and all I had was about half a bag of tortilla chips. I had to physically remove myself from the room to stop eating them. Did I mention I love tortilla chips? They don’t love me – at least not en masse like that. That experience confirmed to me that my body is not a big fan of corn.

I think my out-of-left-field, out-of-control day was good for me, though. In the past, a day like yesterday would have knocked my self esteem down several pegs. “Oh Sara, you idiot. You just completely ruined your nutrition/fitness goals and now you’re going to be a big fatty. Nice work.” Now, I’m not pleased with how upset my stomach feels right now, but I’m not beating myself up. It was one frickin’ day. That means nothing in the grand scheme of things. I’ll suffer the GI consequences today while getting my eating back on track and then we’ll be all good.

But please, next time i decide to murder a bag of tortilla chips, I hope I remember the sharp pains in my tummy right now. Oy!

I am sick of Shaming.

Fat-shaming, fit-shaming…I’m sick of it all!

There was a big ol’ hubbub about one fit woman’s photo of herself in workout clothes, surrounded by her three kids, with the question “What’s your excuse?” Because of her defined abs and lack of excess fat, the Interwebs freaked out and accused her of trying to make everyone who didn’t look like her feel bad.

I think her approach was a little off-putting. Maybe she meant to be controversial and get people talking (it worked). Maybe she thought she’d be inspiring people to make fitness a priority in their lives. However, I think using “excuse” is a little harsh.

People tore her down for challenging women to look like her (which isn’t an easy feat, by any means). I get that. What pisses me off were the barrage of comments disparaging her look and downplaying her accomplishment.

“She must be hungry” (because the only way to look in shape is starve yourself, right?)
“She just looks like she’s bragging” (Um, why shouldn’t she brag? She worked damn hard to look like that)
“She’s probably rich, doesn’t work and has a nanny, and a trophy wife” (Fuck you, women can get fit without having someone else pay their way)
“She’s only looks like that because she’s a fitness professional and has better access” (That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen. You don’t need to be a trainer to get in shape)
“Wonder how much time she spends with her kids if she looks like this” (So it’s impossible to be a good mom and be in shape? I disagree)

Honestly, people. Just admit you’re jealous and get over it. Don’t try to tear her down just to lift yourself up.

The photo and caption didn’t really bother me because I own my choices. I don’t look like her, and I’m ok with that. I don’t want to put in the time and effort it takes to look like that, and that’s ok. I just wish so many others in this country would take the same tactic. I believe if you’re happy with your choices, you won’t let someone else make you feel bad about them. But if you’re not happy with your choices, you will very easily let someone else make you feel bad for them because you already feel it – you just haven’t admitted it yet. If you’re happy with being unhappy, go on with your bad self (just stop tearing down others). If you’re not happy with being unhappy, do something about it. It’s not easy – but it’s worth it.