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Buy this! Do that! Subscribe here! Don’t eat that! And other expensive extreme stuff that doesn’t work…

Posted in come back, health & fitness, Mom, training for my first half ironman with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 24, 2018 by runmyssierun

“You need to eat low carb and high protein. Lots of meat!”

“No, you need to stop killing animals. Go vegan. Eat fruits and berries and vegetables and you’ll be fit naturally.”

“No, all you need is this meal replacement shake that you can buy from me.”

Everywhere I turn, there seems to be people who tell me how I’m supposed to be doing things… and yet, here I am… still.

I remember growing up watching my mom drinking tab and being on the grapefruit diet. I’m guilty of buying a Shake Weight, thigh master and some ridiculous balance thingamajig that a couple of fellow Realtors® convinced me to get with them – and never used.

I remember my husband’s grandmother eating a full box of chocolate exlax every other night and being surrounded by a bunch of beauty queens with other notorious eating disorders that seemed oddly ordinary at the time. In my house, there was a full set of Gilad, Jane Fonda, Buns of Steel and Cindy Crawford on betamax tapes.

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I pay an $80 monthly membership for my husband’s jujitsu gym that he went to a couple of time about 7 months ago. Also pay for a monthly membership for us to go to another gym and now pay extra for spin classes that I can get free with my monthly gym membership at the other place. I’ve paid for medical weightloss programs like HCG and tried every diet known to mankind like keto, adkins, paleo, bone broth, vegan, vegetarian, fasting, juicing, eating five servings of air a day, etc…. only to find that my triglycerides go through the roof, extremities swell up like the elephant man and end up gaining more weight than when I started the silly diet! I’ve tried to melt off pounds with saunas, hot yoga and trashbag looking sweat suits and even tried to freeze off love handles with cryotherapy (although cryo is really good for other things and muscle recoop that I love and saunas for simple peace) and continue to remain the flabalanche that I am.  I’ve hesitantly bought into programs where if I just drink this shake, I can magically melt off the pounds…. really just look at these before and after pictures of one of their clients yada yada yada. And have now had the horrible thought go through my head where I’ve reduced myself to giving up and thinking if I just go get a mommy make over now, could I possibly have enough time to recover and be perfect for my son’s wedding pictures? Every possible option has been entertained, hesitantly entered, jumped in head first 100% and still failed miserably.

Thousands of dollars spent and hundreds of pounds lost and gained and lost again and gained back… I’ve come to the conclusion that health and fitness is NOT a one size fits all solution. Until I did things the old fashioned way – the hard way – the long way – and even then, got hurt and have found myself starting over.

Each one of our bodies are different from the other and so are our genetics, our good habits, bad habits, every day physical behaviors, customs and beliefs. To get sucker punched hard enough to think that there is one magic pill, shake or exercise and diet program that can conquer this multifaceted dilemma is seriously far fetched.

What I write about in this blog is what my own personal family history, upbringing, genetics and experiences have brought me. It may NOT fit you. If you have just started reading this blog, go to the search box and type in “How it all started” and read the entries in chronological order, How It All Started I, How It All Started II and How It All Started III.

I’ve learned through the course of all this time, expense and great lessons is simple:

  1. Make better food choices: If God didn’t make it naturally, don’t eat it. If you ate something you aren’t supposed to and/or too much of it, just get up and get yourself back onto the band wagon and start over. We all fall down some time.
  2. Move: do something you like to do so it’s not such a downer chore. Gardening, Zumba, Soccer, Marathons, Triathlons, Hiking, Roller Blading, Walking, Crossfit, nigh club dancing… whatevs… just do something and do it consistently.
  3. Don’t compare yourself to others or yourself from way back when: I have ONE nemesis, 22 year old Myssie.   You remember that girl, the one who ate pizza and nachos and cheese puffs and still had the body to die for? Ugh! I hate that girl!!!!

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Simple huh?

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Yeah right. I’m still and will always be a work in progress. Always seeking out something fun to keep me active, and open to new ideas… yeah, even a shake weight. I do good on the food choices… MOST of the time and other times, eh, not so good.

I work – a lot. It’s not an excuse. It’s my personal priority at this moment. Yes, there IS a difference. I am a mom. It’s not an excuse. It’s a priority and although I’m not having to deal with changing diapers and lack of sleep like a new mom, I do deal with the stress of having a son being deployed, not knowing where he is, what he’s doing, if he’s healthy, hurt, etc… and another son who is a teenager in that stage where he is going through some of life’s most difficult challenges. I’m still a mom. It is my priority. I am also a wife. It’s not an excuse. It is a priority. His job is dangerous – like REALLY dangerous. I stress out about that, too. And equally dangerous is the temptation of countless other women who throw themselves at him in hopes that he gives them the life they see us have. It’s an endless, daily struggle balancing, prioritizing, executing, conquering, failing and doing it all over again day after day. I’m a stress eater… see where I’m going with this???

Get to know yourself, what sets you off, what is the root cause of your unhealthy behaviors and find solutions that work for you to chip away little by little to make yourself better each day.

If I sound like you… a working woman, midlife, tons of stress seeking ways to live a longer, healthier, happier life, follow/join me. Let’s try to help each other out. No subscription, no monthly payment, no book to buy, no club to join, no magic powder to put in your meal replacement shake. This is me. Just me. Wanting to help you. All of you. In hopes that in the end, we just all help each other help each other.

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Posted in training for my first half ironman with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 16, 2016 by runmyssierun

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Still I Rise

Maya Angelou, 19282014

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

From And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc.

 

Befores and Afters and Begin Agains

Posted in health & fitness, training for my first half ironman with tags , , , , , , , , on July 10, 2016 by runmyssierun

 

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Ohhh you know what I’m talking about… many of you have been there. We may not all be blessed with the fortune that Oprah has made but too many of us have felt the yoyo weight loss/weight gain/ sigh weight loss attempt again curse she and many other celebrity icons AND regular joes (like me) have.

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Stage 1:

  • THE REALIZATION = OMG! What happened to me? Who have I become?
  • THE EXCUSE = I don’t have time to take care of myself. I don’t have the money for a personal coach. I had a child/I have children/I work too much or odd shifts or I go to school and then work and then kids and then spouse and then… (insert random personal favorite excuse here)
  • THE DECISION = you make the decision to either accept the excuses or embrace the change needed to go onto Stage 2.

Stage 2:

  • THE CHANGE = You do what you gotta do.
  • THE HABIT = You continue what you did so it becomes a part of your life.
  • THE WOW = You notice the improvement and encourage yourself to keep it up
  • THE STRUGGLE = (this is optional) You become comfortable in your new habit and begin to allow yourself to slide and break habit every now and then… eventually going back to becoming the person you used to be – aka square one

Many of us have those frighteningly disturbing “before” pictures. You know… the ones that get hidden, deleted, cropped or photoshopped or all of the above. And a few of us have those proud “after” pictures that get framed or become profile pictures for the world to ohhh and awwww about and secretly become jealous over. But studies show that a large percentage of those “after” shots rarely remain in the after position for very long.

A very large percentage of us don’t look like our after pictures for the remainders of our lives. For whatever reason, the optional struggle frequents the majority of the human race who found themselves in Stage 1 to begin with.

Rather than focusing on the “why” and blaming this or that and placing fault on those who struggle, I’m going to turn this around on all of us.

I STRUGGLE. I AM CURRENTLY STRUGGLING.

I have been told to eat this and not that. I have been told to focus on cardio. I’ve been told to focus on weight training. I’ve been told that 20 minutes a day of exercise is all that I need. I’ve been told that I need to set aside 4-6 hours of my weekend to commit to a workout. I should try becoming vegan. I should try this Pre-workout. I should stay away from pre-workouts. I should/shouldn’t  use advocare. I shouldn’t use any pills/chemicals/drugs. I shouldn’t eat red meat. I should eat more red meat. I should lean out. I should bulk up. I should do crossfit. I shouldn’t do crossfit. I should focus on sprints at my fastest. I should enjoy the distance at a comfortable pace. My point is that I’ve been told so many contrary things by so many contrary athletes and coaches and THEY ALL WORK. Absolutely none of them were telling me lies or false truths.

See, the root of everything they’ve all told me is simply that they are doing SOMETHING. just go do something, anything – so long as you keep doing something and make it enjoyable and part of your life, you won’t likely have to find yourself giving up and starting all over again.

As for me, I find out this week what the doctor’s results are and how I need to prepare for the future of my workouts. I am prepared mentally for it now.

Because I was out for such a long period of time from my workouts, I have gained weight, lost muscle, lost cardio endurance and lost confidence. The reconstruction of my inner power has been a slow process but has been successful. Successful enough to push through my BEGIN AGAIN stage. No one enjoys yo-yoing. Don’t be a jerk about it. Encourage me and everyone you see struggling. Turn it around and make the struggle extinct for us all.

We can plan to be consistent in our health and fitness programs. But let’s face it… #$%@& happens and sometimes we can’t control outside factors that impact our priorities. Wouldn’t it be lovely to be consistent in our encouragement to each other so we can reach our goals again… together? I hope Oprah succeeds. I hope I do, too. And you as well.

One more week… count down begins! I wonder if my bike misses me as much as I miss it.

 

 

I’m just so fat.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 13, 2013 by runmyssierun

Had to share this conversation. I was talking with a couple of other women about beginning a running routine together (we’ve known each other for years and the conversation went deep into our insecurities)

Friend 1: Myssie, I wish I could do the things you do. I’m just so fat. I know if I asked you, you’d go with me but I’d feel so guilty holding you back.

(I didn’t even have a chance to respond before I was beat to the punch)

Friend 2: You are NOT FAT! You HAVE fat. Do NOT let it define you!!!

This is what great friends do for each other. We remind each other who and what we are when we forget how fabulous we truly are inside!!!

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When I was 18, I entered my first pageant and won. I entered 21 more pageants after that and won or placed runner up in all but two of them up until the age of 24. Prior to this, I never really thought I was FAT but being thrown into a world where you pranced around on stage in a bathing suit and heels suddenly made you re-think body angles in ways you never thought before. I was obsessed with my body image in my early 20’s and it probably led me into a world of unhealthy decisions… eating disorders.

Even worse… every one around me at the time seemed to be obsessed and guilty of the same thing so the behaviors seemed normal and encouraged.

Hindsight, yes, I had a killer looking body!!! Funny now because I’m still not jealous of anyone else’s body (except Demi Moore and Jennifer Aniston). I’m jealous of the body I used to have. In my eyes, I don’t think anyone else could ever compare to 23 year old me.  I say this because only I knew how my curves and rock hards could measure up against Demi’s or Jennifer’s… and they paid big bucks for trainers and plastic surgeons for their bodies. I didn’t. BUT… that was then… this is now.

Back then, I was my own worse judge and didn’t have a clue how blessed I was to have the body I did. I was never happy with my body and always seemed to want to change this or that. I was too consumed by comparing myself to this girl and that girl. I was young and stupid.

Now, I am older and wiser. I can do things now that I would never have thought possible as prissy diva 23-year old me. I will never wear my Bud Girl dress or swim suit – nor should I at this age (just because you CAN fit into something doesn’t mean you SHOULD wear it). I will never wear the bikini I wore to Miss Texas USA. Child birth, gravity and life have taken it’s toll on my body and it will never be the same. I’ve accepted that. I’m ok with it. But I hope that I will never return to the size I was two years ago even though I still do not consider myself obese at that time (I was a size 14 in the before and a size 4 in the after – I am a size 6 now). Clearly, I was not optimally healthy but not just because of my SIZE. I was eating to cope with the depression and anxiety of dealing with so many family members battling cancer. I am grateful that I have found a healthy outlet for my stress.

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I guess what I’m trying to say – and not doing it well enough – is that I had my own perception of what being fat was. I think that perception varies from person to person and even more so over time as well.

I was guilty of limiting myself and my abilities because of this perception that had a strong hold over my behavior. I allowed it to dictate my limits. I let it tell me that I couldn’t wear this or shouldn’t do that and could NEVER achieve the bucket list dream I had. 

I was never a double zero. And get this… I know.. big shocker… I WILL NEVER BE A DOUBLE ZERO!!! But that doesn’t mean that I can’t climb Mount Everest, or write a novel, or be a great mother, or successfully cook a holiday feast, or run for elected office, or manage a fruitful business, or look forward to retirement, or race in how ever many marathons, triathlons or century rides I wish to compete in, or … reach that bucket list dream = Kona.

Fat does not define me. Nor should it define YOU.

I will likely carry around a little bit around my belly and hips though because I suffer from noassatall disease for the rest of my life.

We all have different perceptions and goals. Personally, I adore Maria Kang!!! Will I ever look like her again? Probably not. Will I ever stop trying to look like her? I hope I never stop trying.

But what is key is that just because you LOOK a certain way, doesn’t necessarily mean you are healthy. Someone else could be a perfectly healthy size double zero. But me… I’m a healthy size 6. And you could quite possibly be a completely healthy size 10.

P.S. Every time someone posts those “motivation” pictures on their facebook status, the evil sarcastic girl in my head chomps at the bit to burst out and bust a bubble…

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Honestly, when was the last time you saw a girl in a bikini and heels lift weights at the gym… The caption on the picture cracks me up!!! “Lift Heavy”?? Really, how many plates you think she’s got? Come on!  Don’t fall for that. I’ve got TRUE crossfitters and body builders that I work out with that scoff at this picture. It’s an insult to all their hard work. This isn’t “motivation”, this is soft porn. Don’t let it mess with your mind.

And guys, if you’re reading this.. it goes for you, too. It goes both ways.

Paleo: Day 2

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on October 11, 2013 by runmyssierun

Keanu Reeves understands me. It must be low blood sugar.
CAN. NOT. STOP. MY. HANDS. FROM. SHAKING!!!!!

Paleo: Day 1

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 10, 2013 by runmyssierun

I had been consuming a gazillion calories a day these last few 6-8 weeks because of the events that I was doing and the intense long workouts I had been on. All that’s over…. boo.

Now, I get to workout less… and eat less. So I figured now’s the time to get the diet part of my training on target the right way. I’m surrounded by crossfitters. It’s a fad right now, I know… BUT so many of them talk so much about this Paleo diet and quite honestly, it sounds like it makes good sense. You know, if God didn’t make it, don’t eat it. But God made bananas… and Paleo doesn’t like bananas. I eat bananas. boo. What? No CHEESE?!?!?

After getting a menu list of do’s and don’ts from Cindy (a phenom Xfitter), I went off to the grocery store to go full force today.  I returned stoked. I walked by all the bread, sweets, bakery and yummy yummy good stuffs bravely and with my head head high… until I saw CAJETA. 😦  This is my kryptonite. But I kept walking.

I hope for this to be the fastest and healthiest way for my body to lean out. We’ll see in a couple of weeks!

Have any of you tried the Paleo lifestyle? Has it worked for you? Have you stuck it out? Being that I have one of the worlds biggest sweet tooths, I’m predicting a tough couple of weeks for me.

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