I’m Worth It!!!

Last week I figured I would put off going to my chiropractor/functional doctor after having gotten back from vacation.  I wasn’t feeling good.  No energy.  Needed to get caught up on daughters lessons.  Tons of laundry.  I was hitting my wall again.  Vacations should be relaxing.  I totally enjoyed it but I was aware of a constant slow inflammation going on due to not having the most quality of food available. I blessed my food each day each meal and would ask God it would nourish my body just as if I was at home.  I thought nothing but quality good thoughts.  I know the power of positive thinking is amazing.   There were also no other stresses on a cruise.   No other concerns.

Back home though my inflammation hit me like a mac truck.  I did not want to do anything, go anywhere, I could barely drag myself out of bed. My thyroid had definitely taken a hit.  Who knows what was the straw that finally broke the camels back.  
 I woke Wednesday morning realizing I couldn’t put off going to my functional doctor.   I called asking if I could keep my appointment.  And not wait til the following week.  I could almost see and hear his smile through the phone.  He knew I needed to get in to see him yet he has such a respect for his patients that he also knows he can’t force us to do something if we aren’t willing to do it. 
Once in we visited about what all I will need to do to continue on this journey of healing my thyroid and immune system and so many other things. I had my adjustment and did this really fun vibrating machine I stand on helped stimulate my thyroid to get my metabolism kick started.
  He knew I would feel better if I could drag my cement legs and body into his office.   This is one of the things I love about my doctor, he wants his patients to want to feel and move the way our bodies were meant to function.  He knows I’m a pusher, I’m stubborn and I’m committed to my health.  
 I realized  during my Friday visit  I have to remind myself, even though my workouts are healthiest when we approach them as sprints: short, fast, bursts….rest… done in 15-20 minutes. 

But life’s journey, any aspect of this journey: better mind, health, soul…is a marathon! I must be patient. 

 Doc was kind enough to again smile and remind me that it is going to take about 12-18 months for me to heal.   Now no one knows for sure how long it takes a person to heal from anything.  But giving the best guest based on his professional experience is helpful and important.
  It helps me keep things in perspective.  It reminds me that life is not about start and stop….life is not about trying to do everything so perfect we forget to live life during the journey.  Every journey has its bumps. It’s what we do with those bumps that help define us.  
I choose to love this journey. I choose to find amazing joy in this journey.  And I choose to scale the bumps like the most amazing hike or mountain or wall…after all the challenge the journey is where the thrill lives!!!
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What’s weighing you down?!

Quick snack idea that is tasty and satisfying before we get on to weightier topics :)….

Wrap bacon around cauliflower…season with favorite seasoning….put into oven on broil at 400/425….I check about every 5 minutes til one side is brown then flip!  Yummy, fun, and sooo satisfying!

Okay onto numbers :)….

I’m not a scale kind of gal.  I know the scale doesn’t tell me what I want to know about my health, especially not for my mind, body, and soul!

Too many people get caught up on the scale, especially women.  The scale becomes a tool of reward or punishment.  A woman steps on it and hears, “ugh you’re not sub-zero yet?”, or “Oh, your creeping back up in numbers” Forget the fact that you may be having of inflammation going on from PMS or weightlifting.   Further, the scale encourages irrationality.

This year I have only stepped on the scale a handful of times mostly to have a loose idea of some of my strength goals and how it may relate to the scale.

Thus, here are some fascinating facts for everyone to put the scale into perspective…..and hopefully  convince all women to throw the darn thing away!

Two years ago because of over training, work, etc, I weighed ten pounds less.  During the first year I worked on rebuilding my bone density, and muscle tone.  Then this last year I took the challenge of putting on muscle without bulk and without changing my pants size.  The result….I gained ten pounds of amazing muscle.  I still fit into my same cloths, maybe a bit curvier and fuller but definitely stronger, firmer and more WOMAN!!!  And the best thing of it is that my body fat percentage is actually less.

Here is another tidbit…..twelve years ago before I was pregnant with my daughter I was right about this same weight on the scale BUT two to three sizes larger.

Both situations show the difference of really dialing in a person’s nutrition and doing focused strength training to accomplish a specific goal.

Do my genetics play a factor into weightlifting and building muscle?  Probably.  I don’t think I put on muscle exceptionally easy but I think I have it easier than some.

What the last two years has taught me is to love every challenge we give ourselves: mentally, physically, and spiritually.  A person must understand every challenge requires work and effort.  Once a person has obtained their goal doesn’t mean we can’t reflect and decide if we want to continue on this path, choose a different route/goal, or even go back to the place you started.  That is the beauty of growth through challenges.

Life is a beautiful journey that we MUST keep challenging ourselves: MIND, BODY, AND SOUL!

As we proceed through this journey we have to figure out what works best for each of us, individually…
…what is sustainable physically…
…what is healthy mentally…
…and what is most peaceful spiritually…

What challenge are you going to give yourself for 2015?  Share with me your biggest challenges, goals, desires for mind…body….soul for 2015!!!

Blessings always,
~Kelly 🙂

PS….next posting you can read about the ups and downs I have experienced with putting on 10 pounds, even with it being muscle.

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