To Sticker or Not to Sticker?

Following the Route 66 marathon, my second, last November, this happened:IMG_1576Yes, I became one of those obnoxious people with a 26.2 sticker on the car window.

I was going into work a few nights ago.  I have to cross an air bridge from the parking garage to the hospital, and parts of it are frigid.  Seriously, the air blasting out of the vents is like Jack Frost breathing on you.  (Remember, that Santa Clause movie where Jack Frost freezes everyone with his breath?)  So I walk fast, partly because I’m freezing my tushy off but also because I just naturally walk kind of fast.

Anywho, I came upon another nurse going to work.  He made the remark, “I’m going to get out of your way.  I saw you get out of that car with 26.2 on it!”

I just laughed, and said, “That doesn’t mean I can run fast!”

But that brief exchange has stuck with me and has made me think a lot about why I put a 26.2 sticker on my car.  Is it making other people feel I’m superior to them?  Does it seem like I’m bragging?  Am I sending a message that I belong to some exclusive club?

That certainly was not my intention, but I began to feel rather self-conscious about the sticker on my car.

But it got me thinking about why marathoners put stickers on their cars, and I have to say I think it’s the same reason people put any kind of sticker on their cars.  I’ve seen cars pulling into the garage ahead of me with some “RN” or nursing related themed bumper sticker.  I see the stickers of families, where there’s a sticker for Mom, Dad, big brother, little sister, and the dog.  I see political stickers from both Republican and Democratic supporters.  I see stickers about Jesus, guns, a child who made the honor roll, and some with no real cause except to make you chuckle.

But the one thing all those stickers have in common is that they represent what’s important to those who drive the car.  They let us know who you are.  I think bumper stickers are a way of connecting with our fellow humans.  They tell stories of accomplishments and hint at beliefs and passions.

So I’m not going to feel bad about a 26.2 sticker on my car.  Running is an important part of my life, and running a marathon is a big achievement, something I’m proud of, and something that changed me.  It’s a part of who I am now, and that’s what my 26.2 sticker means to me.

Besides I don’t think that thing would come off if I wanted it to!

Talk to me:

What bumper stickers are on your car?

What’s the best bumper sticker you’ve ever seen?



What’s Next?

It’s a question I’ve been getting a lot lately as I’ve finished up the fitness and health trainer course I enrolled in last fall.  The answer to the question scares me a bit.  I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, though, which is part of the reason I’ve been neglecting the blog a bit.

If you follow me on Facebook at all, you know that this happened last week:IMG_1583I passed the National Academy of Sports Medicine Certified Personal Trainer exam!  That allows me to call myself a certified personal trainer.  Yikes!  Somehow the title implies some level of expertise, but I feel like I still have so much to learn.

But back to the question.  What’s next?

I’ve shied away from talking a lot about what I hope to do as a certified personal trainer, but the course is done.  I’ve passed my certification exam.  Now is the time.  Am I going to do something with it?  Am I going to allow the vision that propelled me in this direction to begin with come to fruition?  Or am I going to shrink in fear that I might fall flat on my face?

So I’m just going to bite the bullet, put all my dreams out there, and see what happens.  If I fall flat on my face, well…I fall flat on my face.  At least I will have tried.

Losing 63 pounds and finding so much life in being fit and healthy ignited a passion in me.  There aren’t many things I can say I’m truly passionate about, but health and fitness are true passions.  I could read and talk about it day and night and never get bored with it.  But in my job as a nurse, I encounter people every. single. day. who are my age or younger losing body parts because of diabetes, taking medication for high blood pressure, having trouble breathing, and all largely related to obesity.  It gnaws at me.  And it frustrates me to feel like the most I can do at this point is help them manage their diseases.

I don’t want to just treat diabetes and high blood pressure.  I want to prevent it.  My own journey to health and losing aches and pains I thought I’d be saddled with for the rest of my life was an eye opener, and I began to think, “What if I could help people lose weight before disease sets in?”

And this vision of becoming a personal trainer was born.

I remember how uncomfortable I used to be going to the gym, stuffed into my workout clothes, feeling like everyone, especially that super toned guy with the bulging biceps, was noticing my every fat roll.  And I’ve talked to enough women to know that many experience similar feelings.

So what I hope to do with my CPT certification is mobile training, going to those who are at risk for developing chronic disease because of their weight, working with them in an environment where they feel comfortable, and walking them down the road to health.

But making that a reality involves thinking through a lot of details and logistics.  I have no idea how to set up a business, and I’m sure issues will come up that I’ve never even thought of.  But what a grand adventure!

I’m excited for the next step.  Scared spitless, but excited!  So follow along with me as I figure out this whole certified personal trainer gig and how to start and run a mobile training business (Geez Louise, I guess saying it means I really have to do it, uh?!).

Talk to me:

Have/would you ever work(ed) with a personal trainer?

If you could be anything you wanted to be, what would that be?



Since I’ve Been MIA…

Time flies when you’re having fun…and sometimes even when you’re not, right?  Actually, life has been good, just busy, and because I feel like I’ve kind of just dropped out of the blogging world for the last couple of weeks, I thought I’d just catch you up on what’s been going on since I’ve been MIA.

  1.  I ran a 10K PR!  I’m only just starting to increase my weekly mileage and the distance of my long runs since my stress injury following my last marathon in November, so when the Go Short, Go Long, Go Very Long race rolled around towards the end of January, I knew I wasn’t ready to do the 25K distance that I had originally set my sights on.  But I felt reasonably sure I could do a 10K.  My plan was to use the middle 3 miles as a 5K time trial, but the pace felt good so I kept going and crossed the finish line in 54 minutes and 27 seconds!  I love getting PRs, especially unexpected ones!IMG_1416
  2. I moved up a pace group in training runs.  I’m not training for any specific race at the moment, but I signed up for mIMG_1443arathon training because I enjoy running with a group and to just stay in shape.  Because I’m running just to run for now, I decided to challenge myself and move up to the next fastest pace group.  Wow!  Saturday runs have gone from being easy, conversational runs to feeling like a race every week.  Saturday runs have become a definite challenge, and while I’m tempted to move back to my old pace group, the competitor in me wants to see if I can keep up this faster pace for longer distances.  We’ll see how that goes…
  3. I nearly knocked myself out with a barbell.  So we were working on split jerks at CrossFit.  I was on my fifth of 5 heavy singles.  I had 85 pounds on my bar, dipped to load my leg muscles, and with all the force in my legs, I drove those 85 pounds right smack into the underneath side of my chin.  That’s what happens when you don’t get your head out of the way in time apparently.  My head felt like my skull was just bouncing around in there, seriously.  But don’t get the wrong idea about CrossFit.  Coach had taught us the right way to split jerk and even warned us about making sure we don’t get our heads in the way.  I think I have learned my lesson!
  4. I passed my program final exam!  That’s a big part of what’s kept me away from blogging–well, studying, that is.  Thankfully, Sunny was right there to oversee my studying progress.  I was only slightly less IMG_1432nervous going into that exam than I was going into my graduate final oral exam.  But as most things usually are, it was not nearly as bad as I’d anticipated (maybe all that studying just prepared me well?).  And now Monday, I begin 180 hours of externship where the rubber meets the road.  I’m feeling really nervous…

So that’s been my life lately.  Stay tuned for posts that will be more helpful (hopefully) to your quest for health.

Talk to me:

What’s been going on in your life lately?

What’s the weirdest way you’ve ever injured yourself?

Rudolph Run and the Magical Reappearance of My Earbuds

So this is a story of  my Saturday, ending with a real life mystery.  Theories on what happened are welcome.

This past Saturday, because I still can’t run, I volunteered to pass out medals to all the finishers of the Rudolph Run 5K.  I’m usually running the race, so being on the other side of the race was an interesting experience.  And a COLD one!  Holy cow!  A blast of arctic air decided to visit our state.  It was something like 30 degrees F with drizzle falling from the sky.  I had on leggings under my jeans, 2 shirts, 2 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of gloves, a knit cap and my fleecy coat.  Still, when the last finisher crossed the finish line about 1.5 hours after the start of the race, my toes were blocks of ice.  Seriously.  It took 30 minutes with my feet under a blanket and a heating pad when I got home to get all the feeling back in my toes.

It was a miserable experience, but it was a lot of fun too.  Runners are a creative bunch.  Some of them really get in the spirit of the run and come up with all kinds of cool costumes.  There were lots of hats with reindeer antlers running around.  One guy ran in Santa decorated pajamas.  Yep. 017182ca25c3450ba363204b60f179c40242b4113e Flannel shirt and pants with little Santas all over them.  Then, there was the guy who ran in a blow up Santa suit.  How could he move, let alone run?!  And of course, Santa himself was there, cheering on the runners.  Here’s what the race looked like from my vantage point on the sidelines.

016252e6bf4391b3ebffae7be4bd7ec562f83bcca6And getting to hand out medals to first time 5K finishers was so fun.  There were so many kids, like under 10 years old, who ran the Rudolph Run as their first 5K.  I loved being able to high-five them, congratulate them, and hand them their medal.  And then there were my friends.  There was my friend who blazed through that 5K in record time.  And I got to give him his medal!  And my marathon training buddy who ran the race with his cutie pie of a daughter.  I loved seeing them and being able to give them their medals too.  And seeing the overall winner of the race all the way to the very last finisher…pretty neat.

And then I got home and am still perplexed by what happened next.

Almost a year ago, I came home from a run and laid my earbuds on my dresser while I changed clothes.  It was one of those single earbuds made especially for runners.  Anywho, when I went to put them away, they were gone.  I couldn’t find them anywhere.  I looked behind the dresser, under the bed, in drawers…couldn’t find them anywhere.  It was like they had disappeared into thin air.  And with it just being me and my cat in the house, having them moved from the dresser was unlikely, although my assumption was that Sunny probably knocked them off the dresser to play with them.  He can’t resist anything that resembles a string.  But I eventually quit looking for them, thinking they’d turn up one of these days.  When months went by and they still didn’t show up, I just chalked it up to them being long gone.  But the mystery of what happened to them drove me nuts.

Saturday, I was sitting on the couch, trying to thaw my feet under the heating pad, watching my cat jump and pounce on something in the corner of the loveseat.  He’d stick his paw under the pillow like he was trying to catch something.  “What’s he playing with?” I wondered.  All of his toys were in the basket.  I decided it was probably a loose string on the pillow, but the more he pounced on whatever it was and tried to catch it, the more curious I got.

I got my frozen toes out from under the heating pad and hobbled over to take a look at Sunny’s entertainment.  And there in the corner of the loveseat…THE MISSING EARBUDS!  01b226147dc9a0bf51c04f79b1b15dc3e93088ef6bWhat the heck?!  Do you know how many people have sat on that loveseat over the last year, how many times I’ve moved that pillow?  Where in the world…?  Where those earbuds have been for the last year is just about to drive me crazy!  I want to know where they were and how they happened to reappear in the corner of the loveseat.  If only my cat could talk…

Talk to me:

What do you think happened to my earbuds?

What’s your favorite way to warm up after being outside in the cold?



What I Learned from Inflatables

This weekend I did the Insane Inflatable 5K with my nephew who just turned 12.  It’s not a race.  It’s not timed, but finishers get a medal and a T-shirt.  It’s basically a 3 mile course with 10-11 inflatable obstacles participants climb up, slide down, or run through in some way.  It’s a great family event.  There were people from little girls to silver-haired ladies, athletic looking guys to not so athletic looking people participating.

I have to admit, I felt a bit nervous as our wave was about to start.  I mean, inflatables or not, some of those obstacles were pretty tall for a girl who’s not crazy about heights.  The starting obstacle was a climb to this big slide onto the course.  Trust me.  It was higher than it looks!

Insane Inflatable 5K, 6-18-16 002We walked from obstacle to obstacle since it was super hot already, and it wasn’t a race.  We talked about everything from the shape of Epcot Center to telling riddles.  Caleb had some good ones:

“If a butcher is 5’8″ tall and wears a size 14 shoe,  what does he weigh?”

(I’ll keep you in suspense.  Leave a comment if you think you know the answer!) 

I had a lot of fun just spending some time with my nephew.  He totally blew through those obstacles.  I’d come through to find him standing there just waiting for me.  He told me he thought about going ahead, but then he realized I’d just run and catch up to him so he decided to wait!

But besides loving hanging out with my nephew, I learned a few things while I was playing on inflatables.

  1.  Trying new things is fun!  This was an EASY obstacle course.  Anyone of any fitness level could do it.  The obstacles weren’t really challenging in terms of fitness level, but climbing, sliding, dodging, ducking under and going over things was new to me.  The height of some of the obstacles was a bit intimidating to me, but the inflatables had high sides so I couldn’t see how high up I was which helped squash my fear.  The finish line obstacle was the highest at something like 74 feet.  That’s me in the orange shorts.  Insane Inflatable 5K, 6-18-16 023But when I got to the bottom of this massive slide, I realized how much fun I had! I especially liked the climbing parts.  Hmmmm, maybe I should think about doing a real obstacle course.
  2. I CAN conquer fear!  Well, at least minor fears.  Looking at the height of the slides made me quake just a bit, but when I got to the top, I didn’t really feel scared at all.  What did make my heart race just a bit was an obstacle that required us to climb up a ramp, through some crisscrossing posts and onto a platform.  To complete the obstacle, we jumped from the platform onto a series of balls.  To me, the platform seemed kind of high and then there was this gap between the platform and the ball…Insane Inflatable 5K, 6-18-16 020I’ll admit it.  My heart was beating a bit faster.  Yes, that’s how much of a fraidy cat I am, BUT I took the leap without too much of a pep talk, landed not at all gracefully on the ball, but made it without falling to the end of the obstacle…where Caleb was waiting for and laughing at me!  But I’ll take these tiny victories against fear.
  3. I need to work on balance and agility.  Keeping my balance was probably the toughest part of the obstacles.  The air in the inflatable created a very unsteady surface, so just staying upright was a bit tricky at times.  While recovering from a sprained ankle a while back, I did an exercise that was  great for both balance and strengthening my ankle.  I stood on one leg on a pillow for 30 seconds, alternating legs.  I need to add that in to my exercise regimen a little more regularly.  For agility, one suggestion I read about was to map out letters like A, B, C and run the shape of those letters.  So my neighbors might think I’m nuts running in all directions in the backyard, but that’s okay if it increases my quickness.

Would you do an obstacle course?

What’s your favorite riddle?


Dare Bucket List

Hi!  My name’s Juanita, and I’m afraid of deep water.  Yes, it’s true.  I have this thing about water that’s deeper than I am tall, which is not very deep considering I’m only 5’2″ tall.  I’m not a great swimmer, but I can swim if I know when I put my feet down I can touch the bottom.  When I can’t touch the bottom, I panic and sink like a rock (hanging head in embarrassment).  I’m not scared to go under water, but I can’t get over this fear of deep water.

Hoping to become a better swimmer, I actually took swimming lessons last summer.  After 2 sessions of lessons, I still had to be coaxed off the wall in the deep end of the pool, even while I’m hanging on for dear life to a noodle around my middle with one hand and keeping a death grip on the instructor’s hand with the other.  It was pitiful, folks, and I have no idea how I’m going to get over the fear.  Some fears I don’t mind not getting over, like my paralyzing fear of snakes.  I have no desire to get comfortable with those creepy crawlies.  Shiver.  And if I see one anywhere around my house, I’d probably put my house up for sale that very day.  But my fear of deep water nags at me, and I really, really want to be comfortable in the water.

So I went to the beach with my friends recently with this fear of deep water.  And I promised them that one day before we left I would actually get in the ocean.  This is how I preferred to spend my time at the beach:

St. Pete beach, 5-2016 001But a promise is a promise, so I got in the water.

St. Pete beach, 5-2016 004St. Pete beach, 5-2016 010I finally made it out into water that was chest deep and took a beating from the waves, but I went into the ocean.  If my friends could have persuaded me to go out a bit deeper, the waves wouldn’t have broken right on top of me, pushing me towards the beach, but I couldn’t get past my fear.  Sigh.

Then, there was this discussion of parasailing.  Enter my second nagging fear, the fear of heights.  I don’t like being up high.  Airplanes are fine, but I nearly froze driving up Mount Evans in Colorado when I got above the tree line and saw how high up I was, and there was no guard rail.  And then there was that time I was going to try zip lining.  I climbed up this wooden tower and out onto this ridiculously narrow platform that seemed to be miles above the ground and got hooked into the harness.  I’m shaking from head to toe when the panic hits, and I’m nearly hysterical, telling the zip line attendant to, “GET ME DOWN!  GET ME DOWN!”  You can laugh if you want, but I was in full panic mode looking at how high up I was.  So I hung my head in shame, and climbed down the tower on legs of jello and watched my friends have the funnest 20 seconds of their life flying across the tree tops.

So parasailing.  It would combine two of my biggest fears, deep water and heights, but yet, it looks so fun.  The question my friends were asking me was will you do it?  But the wind saved me.  The day we were going to go parasailing was too windy, and parasailing companies were not operating.  Secretly, I breathed a sigh of relief!

So I’m thinking of all these things when we meet our friend John and his now wife, Kristy, for breakfast before their wedding.  Somehow the subject of parasailing and my fears comes up, and Kristy says something I can’t forget.  She tells me that the fear is just my brain telling me the activity isn’t safe.  So I have to tell my brain that it IS safe, and just go for it.  Hmmmm…

And then she challenged me to set a dare bucket list.  So I’ve been thinking about that because despite being afraid of deep water and heights, some things that involve both of those look like a lot of fun.  Over the years, I’ve discovered I’ve missed out on a lot of fun because of fear, and I refuse to let fear control my life anymore.  So here is my dare bucket list (does putting this is writing mean I really have to do these things?  Gulp.):

  1. Zip lining
  2. Parasailing
  3. Swim in deep water
  4. Cross the bridge at the Royal Gorge

Maybe I’ll add to the list as time goes on, but these are the things that I’ve wanted to do but am held back by fear.  I’m sweating just looking at the list.  I hope I can find my courage, convince my brain that these activities ARE safe, and just go for it!

What’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done?

What’s something you want to do but are scared to try?

Remembering Mom

It’s easy for me to get bogged down in feelings of inferiority on Mother’s Day.  When the ideals of marriage and motherhood are held up as the standard of womanhood, it’s easy to feel a lesser woman on that day, being single and childless.  It’s an awkward day for a single gal.  I mean, what do you say when someone says, “Happy Mother’s Day!”  to you.  Ummm, thanks, I guess.  Somehow I don’t think having a fur baby really counts as being a mother.

030But one thing I’m working hard to do here On the Other Side is to find a healthy perspective in every situation, awkward or otherwise.  So instead of wallowing in inferiority on another Mother’s Day, I choose to celebrate the woman my Mom was and to embrace the challenge to be the woman she raised me to be.

My mom died on May 2, 2009, just a few days before Mother’s Day.  That makes the day a bit hard for me as well.  Death.  It’s the stinky part of life, right?  But to see Mom suffering from Parkinson’s disease and dementia was infinitely harder than letting her go, knowing death for her was ultimate healing.  I know one day I’ll see her again.

I don’t know how I could ever begin to list all the things my mom taught me, but there are a few things she did so well that I am still working to perfect in my own life.

  1.  Make the simple special.  My mom was a master at making something so simple feel really special.  After a long day of running errands, Mom would pick up a loaf of raisin bread, a package of bologna, and a box of Bugles.  Then we’d head to the park for a short picnic or sometimes have a “car picnic”.  It was such a simple lunch (believe me, it tasted much better than it sounds!), but it was such a treat.  Same with peanut M&M’s.  Mom would buy a bag on sale, stash it away, and on a random evening, she’d pull out the bag of chocolate and dole out 10 M&M’s to each of us.  I could make that chocolate last for hours!  I hope that things I enjoy never become commonplace.
  2. Find pleasure in the little things.  Mom got such enjoyment from things I take for granted.  We could be driving along, and she would make such a fuss over the beautiful flowers along the road–flowers that I didn’t even see.  She’d watch birds and squirrels playing and laugh at their antics.  Or the next door neighbor’s little dog.  She got a kick out of watching that little dog run and play in the grass.  I hope I can take a lesson from Mom and see the small, beautiful details in my everyday life.
  3. Take pleasure in giving.  My mom loved giving to other people.  Even when Parkinson’s and dementia robbed her of her ability to read, write, and make crafts, she would get so excited when I would help her make a card to send to someone.  I hope I can always be excited to give to others.
  4. Treasure scripture.  Some of my earliest memories of Mom are of seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed, open Bible beside her.  Mom’s Bible was tattered and underlined in all different colors, sure signs that she spent much time with it.  After Mom got sick, I would read scripture to her.  She especially loved the book of Isaiah.  She would sit beside me on the couch, and I would read chapter after chapter from Isaiah.  Once I thought she had fallen asleep.  She was sitting so quietly with her eyes closed.  I stopped reading, and Mom’s eyes opened.  She wasn’t sleeping at all; she was just reveling in the word of God.  If I could just learn to treasure God’s word as much as she did…

So on this MMom 001other’s Day, I remember my mom, Susie.  I still have so much to learn from you.  Thanks for being my mom.

I Can’t–Yet

I came home from CrossFit feeling a tad discouraged today.  All because I still can’t do an overhead squat.  No, this is not a post about CrossFit (although that might be a topic for some day!), so don’t check out on me.

Here’s what an overhead squat is supposed to look like:

And I can’t do it.  Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get to the point of being able to do an overhead squat with more than just a wimpy piece of PVC pipe in my hands.  I just want to throw the bar on the ground, and say, “It’s too hard.  I can’t do it.”

A few weeks ago, I made the mistake of saying, “I can’t do it” to the CrossFit coach.  He encouraged me to keep trying, and then said something that I can’t get out of my mind:  “I don’t ever want to hear you say ‘I can’t’ again.”  Yes, sir!

But it brought me back to what a running coach used to tell us.  I was training for my longest race to date at that time, a 15K (9.3 miles).  As my running group was getting ready to head out, the coach talked to us about saying “I can’t”.  He said,  “You can’t run 9.3 miles…YET.”  His point was that the reason we train is to accomplish something that we can’t currently do.  Makes sense, but for me, such a paradigm shift!

And that’s what so much of losing weight and getting healthy has been about for me–perspective.  Reshaping the way I look at situations.  Thinking, and believing, I can’t is the demon I still fight.

Why is it that I tend to default to the things I can’t yet do and let those “failures” define me instead of looking at all the things that used to be impossible that I do without even batting an eyelash today?  Things like driving a car, starting an IV, running more than a mile without dying, speaking in front of a group without puking, blogging (well, the jury might still be out if I can actually do that, but you get the point!).  And I can do all these things because I kept trying, training, and refusing to give up.

So today, feeling bummed out because I STILL can’t do an overhead squat, I choose to say, “I can’t do it…YET.”  I refuse to let Demon I Can’t win.  Tomorrow’s another day, and I’ll try again…and again…and again…


Elusive Health

It’s a new year, the time when many people turn their thoughts and energy towards weight loss and getting healthy.  It’s got me thinking a lot about what health really is.

When I graduated high school eons ago, I was 5’2″ tall and weighed 99 pounds.  I was co-valedictorian (not such a big deal when you know my class was only 23 people), and in my entire school career thus far, the only B I had ever received on a report card was in sixth grade math.  I was known to be trustworthy and never got in trouble.  Seriously, never.

Now, in case you think I’m bragging, I say all that to say most people would’ve looked at me and said, “She’s healthy.”  I was a good student, responsible, dependable, and obviously, not overweight, a sure sign of unhealthiness, right?  But in reality, I was thin because I was embarrassed to eat in front of people.  I was sure if people saw me eating, they would be talking about why that fat girl needed more food.  Alone, though, I would eat as much of anything I could get my hands on to stop the intense huger pains and headaches that accompany food deprivation.  And that obedience and dependability schtick?  A cover up for low self-esteem.  My rationale was that if I did and said what people wanted, they would like me.

So was I healthy?  I guess it depends on your definition of health.  If health means the absence of illness, then, yes, I was healthy.  I was, and still am, rarely physically sick.  If healthy means a thin profile, then I fit the bill of health.  But if health means seeing the truth about yourself, accepting what you can’t change, and learning non-harmful ways to change the things you can, then, no.  I was anything but healthy.

All these years later, I realize I’m still in search of my healthy.  As I’ve been contemplating what being healthy really means, I don’t think I fully know, despite a career in healthcare.  I think healthy involves exercise and good nutrition, for sure.  But health is more than that.  It’s a lifestyle, a way of thinking, a pattern of decision making, a journey of self-awareness, and a spiritual quest to know God that looks a bit differently for everyone.  I’m finding that healthy is more than 30 minutes on the elliptical and 8 glasses of water everyday.  And I’m starting to realize that finding my healthy will be a lifelong process.

What about you?  What does being healthy mean to you?


Taking the Plunge

I honestly never thought I’d write a blog.  But here I am, about to take the plunge (never say never, right?), and I’m scared to death.  I have this thing about failing.  I don’t like it.  And many times I give into that fear and just don’t try.  Then, I live with the regret of, “I wonder what would’ve happened if…?”  I’ve missed out on a lot of fun and adventure by caving to that fear.

Recently I heard someone describe failure as not learning something from the experience.  Ok, so maybe I don’t accomplish what I set out to do (in this case, create a blog that becomes wildly popular and helps tons of people), but the failure is not the lack of accomplishment but the lack of learning something through the experience.  Hmmm…. Paradigm shifts, new perspectives, I’m learning, are a necessary ingredient for a healthy me.

I tend to have excuses of why I shouldn’t try new things:

  1. I’m single; I don’t want to do it alone.
  2. I’m too old.  I’m 40-something now.
  3. I don’t know how.
  4. I might get hurt.
  5. I might not be able to do it.
  6. What will others think?

Logically, I can argue with myself about each excuse.  I have friends that I could invite to join me in my new venture.  I may be 40-something but I’m certainly not decrepit!  Of course, I don’t know how; I’ve never done it before (duh!).  And yes, I might get hurt.  I might get in a car accident, too, but that doesn’t keep me from getting behind the wheel.  I really might not be able to do it, but how will I know unless I try?  And really, what others think about me is none of my business.  So I realize my excuses are lame; yet, I let the fear behind them hold me back.

So why have I decided now is the time to tackle something new like beginning a blog?

  1. I’m single.  I have the time.
  2. Forty is not too old to begin again.
  3. I know nothing about blogging, but I have a story to tell.
  4. If no one likes what I write, that will hurt, but regret doesn’t feel good either.
  5. Who knows if I can do this or not?  I’ll only know by trying.
  6. What others think about me is not nearly so important as what God says about me.

So I’ve diving into the blogoshpere!  This is the story of me, of a life and health transformation through weight loss, facing my fears, and discovering that 40 really isn’t too late to begin again.