The Sweet Spot

So, I’ve been thinking a lot about confidence and what makes me feel best about myself. I’ve been in a pretty good place mentally for a while now and I keep asking myself what was so different from a few months ago. I think that, especially for women, we all have things that make us feel good in our own skin. Obviously, these things are different for all of us and it is always interesting to hear what they are.

If I have learned anything the last few months, it is that my confident, happy place is my post workout self. Yeah, I said that. You know when you’ve just finished a workout and you are all sweaty and just starting to cool down? Yeah, that is the place where I feel most happy and confident. Maybe it comes from all the endorphins or maybe I am crazy. Probably both, really.

Anyone who knows me knows that working out and strength training are just a part of who I am. I found my fitness sweet spot when I found heavy lifting. Not only am I good at it, but it makes me happy. If you could see my reactions to new PR’s on bench presses or squats, you would know that I am like a little kid when I achieve these milestones. I love when I am sore from working out because it means that tested my body and pushed it to be better that week. I know that sounds weird, but anyone else who lifts will agree with me. We push through the soreness and keep working because we enjoy testing our body’s limits. It’s just ingrained into people who are into strength training.

When I am taking care of my body like I should and getting my workouts in, it’s almost like my mind takes care of itself. I am a person who stresses and has a bit of anxiety at times, but puts on an amazing face to the world. Most days that I am stressed, only the people who I allow to see me struggle even know. Because of that, my stress tends to creep up in different ways… for example, I grind my teeth in my sleep badly and my immune system seems to fail me more than it should. That said, working out makes me so much better mentally. If I am in a bad mood or having a bad day, you can almost guarantee that I missed my workout that day. When I don’t do an early morning workout, I feel more edgy and stupid things make me angry.

Another thing I notice is how taking care of myself seems to carry over into so many other aspects of my life. I do better at work because I handle stress better. I also feel so much more confident which translates into success in selling, almost always. My husband, friends, and family all notice that I am happier and generally more fun to be around. I just feel lighter as a person, and that’s amazing.

It wasn’t really until yesterday that the truth about my confident place really occurred to me. I was in a foul mood yesterday… just irritated with everyone and everything for no good reason. I couldn’t get my morning workout in due to work obligations, which is just a reality of life sometimes. I knew I needed to get to the gym in the afternoon when I could. I kid you not, as soon as I walked in the door to the gym, my attitude changed. Before we even really started, there were jokes being cracked and I was doing stupid dances and smiling. It was a tough workout, and when we were done, I was sweating like crazy and feeling physically spent. As I struggled to put my weights and equipment away due to fatigue, it occurred to me that while I was physically taxed, mentally my cup was so full. The stress of the day didn’t matter in that moment. I felt happy and confident and like I had just kicked ass at doing something that was incredibly challenging.

I am also incredibly lucky to have an incredible support system to work out with. I have met an awesome group of humans who have literally watched me have meltdowns and taken care of me through them. They know that not every day is going to be a victory and they remind me of how hard I work every time things don’t go as planned. These people watched me come back to the gym after a major illness and struggle my ass off. There were tantrums and tears and they not only stood by my side, they brought me back from the brink. There is nothing more comforting than knowing that when things aren’t going your way, you have a whole group of people you can call who will bring you back to earth. These people challenge me to be my best, lift me up, and are just amazing friends.

At the end of the day, this post is very much about my fitness journey, but there is another take away. FIND THE THING THAT LIGHTS YOU UP INSIDE AND MAKES YOU FEEL CONFIDENT AND HAPPY. I think as humans, it should be a personal goal to find this thing, whatever it is. When you find this thing and you can incorporate it into your days, you will find that space where your cup feels full and you are your best version of yourself.

What’s the First Rule of CrossFit?

It IS, in fact, like reverse Fight Club. The first rule of CrossFit is that you never STFU about it…

Yeah, so, I never bought into the hype for the longest time. I have had friends for months trying to coerce me into trying CrossFit. They know who they are and they are currently gloating, undoubtedly. Thank God for good friends and the influence they have on us.

So, here is the thing… for the last several months I have been in a rut and I’ve written about it. I have been climbing a hill in my career and in life… and fighting the proverbial uphill battle. I’d be lying if I told you it has not sucked ass. I have been tired, anxious, and somewhat depressed. Life isn’t easy and just when we are doing well, some shit always happens to remind us of our place. Getting kicked while you are down is awful, but you still have to get back up and figure it out.

I have been grasping at straws and trying to get back to being the fun girl that so many people know and love. Fitness has always made me happy… like always. I am not a cardio girl… I like to lift. I like to lift heavy. I like to be competitive. However, even that has been a struggle lately. After much debate and much pushing from friends in the CrossFit community, I decided to meet with the owner of a local gym. First, I was immediately more at ease upon talking with him about what I needed. It felt like this was worth a shot. Second and lucky for me, one of my amazing and strong female friends opted to join me on the beginner course.

So, a couple things… and you can hate on me, because I just don’t care. Why do people not shut up about CrossFit when they start? Because it is hands down amazing. The people and the community are so damn cool. Never have I ever worked out in a gym where I literally feel like people genuinely want me to succeed. Not only that, but the workouts are crazy hard and so worth it. For the first time in a long time, I walk out of the gym feeling relieved of stress and just loaded with endorphins. I feel happy lately, like actually happy. I am thriving in my job right now because my confidence is soaring and my head is clear of stupid, unnecessary stress. I am seeing pieces of the old me return. I feel stronger already. I feel beautiful again. I haven’t felt like I radiated confidence in a long time, and I think that’s happening again. I sleep better. I LOOK FORWARD to early morning workouts. Who the hell am I??

I know this isn’t something for everyone and I am not promoting it by any means, but for me it is amazing to be in my happy place again. I am going into my weekend feeling incredible and happy. Up until lately, I haven’t been able to say things like that in awhile. I finally feel like I’ve found something that lights me up, and I can’t wait to see myself improve.

So This is Christmas?!

Ahhh, yes, Christmas… that time of year that we are supposed to embrace the time with family, the kerfuffle of retail madness, the snow, and the people who seem entirely too happy to be real. Some people really seem to flourish during the holiday season, and I envy them in the craziest of ways. You see, I am one of those people that really tries and wants to be good at the holidays. I want to walk around shouting “Merry Christmas!” from the rooftops and singing Christmas carols, but, alas, that just isn’t who I am. I’ve officially realized that there are two types of people during the holidays, the person I’ve described being envious of and the person that I am.
The holidays make me cringe in a way I can’t explain. I just don’t get that joyous, wonderful feeling that some people get. I am a grinch. It’s official, and I know it. I don’t like Christmas music, and I really dislike the commercial nature of this time of year. However, there are things that I love about this time of year. I love to unwind, relax, and spend precious time with friends and family. I love to look around and reflect on my life. I love to take a deep breath and realize how lucky I am to have incredible friends and family around me. I thoroughly enjoy curling up in a blanket and drinking coffee or red wine and thinking about my life with a deep sense of gratitude.
As I think about my life and what I want for myself in 2018, I’ve realized there are several things I want to give to myself in the new year. I am not one for resolutions, because you know how that goes… you have a plan, and by March you’ve soon forgotten about what you thought was so important in January. These are really things that I’ve been working on continuously and just hope to really focus on going forward.
I want to laugh more. My friends know I am a silly person and I tend to make light of situations that aren’t always easy. However, I take life too seriously sometimes and I get wound up about things that I should not let bother me. Life is crazy, and it’s not always easy, but we need to laugh more instead of taking ourselves so damn seriously. At the end of the day, I know I can’t control everything, or really anything… so it’s time for me to find humor in it. I have a great smile and the world needs to see it more.
I want to be more open to letting people care about me. That sounds ridiculous, but I am that person that doesn’t want to let others care about me. I want to care about them, but as soon as anyone expresses concern for me or my well-being, a fortress as tall as the Eiffel Tower goes up around me. Instead of taking the concern of others as love, I tend to think that they are trying to tell me what to do. After some intense thought and conversation, I have made it a goal to thank people for caring about me and mean it. I have some absolutely incredible people in my life and I am so lucky that they care about me… so it’s probably time to be grateful instead of being an asshole. 😉
I am going to take better care of myself mentally and physically in 2018. This isn’t some “new year, new me” bullshit… at all. I can’t stand that crap. Do I want to get my ass in better shape? You bet! That’s definitely a part of all of this. I want to be a stronger version of myself, and I am going to be. I am going to get to the gym more, but I am also going to surround myself with good people, smile more, have more fun adventures, and stress less. I think that mental and physical health go hand in hand. I have every intention of nurturing both going forward.

I will be a better friend going forward. I feel so blessed to have the people I do in my life… I have so many great friends. I honestly look around and wonder how I got so damn lucky. Most people have 1-2 close friends… I can’t even count the number of people I call close friends on two hands. That’s a lot of people who legitimately care about me and want the best for me. I need to nurture these relationships better and really make sure these people know how much I love and appreciate what they bring to my life. I will be there for them at a whole new level. I will take care of the people who are loyal to me above all other aspects of my life.

Last, but certainly not least, I will love myself more. I will be happy with who I am and who I am becoming. I will stop wondering if I am good enough. I AM good enough… and that is all.
How’s that for some internal reflection from the last few days… yeah, I’ve been thinking… I know you’re all wondering what that’s about…
In the meantime, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours. I hope you all have time to reflect as well. Enjoy these precious moments with the people you love, because you’ll never get them back. Laugh with your friends and family like you really mean it. Surround yourself with as much love as possible. Tell your older relatives that you love them, because there’s a chance this is the last holiday season you will get with them. Take a much-needed deep breath and smile.

XOXO,
The Grinch