Today I turn 31. I know most people are anti-birthday after they reach a certain age….but I’m not. I’m healthier, happier, and stronger than I have been at any other birthday. I’ve worked my butt off (literally) over the last year or so especially, because I want to be better and healthier every year. The last few months have been really really rough and I’ve been up and down and not really doing as well as I know I could do because I’ve had to really deal with some stress. It’s in general just been a really hard 2013 so far. I have maintained…which I’m really happy with because usually this stuff makes me gain weight like crazy. But I am over maintaining and ready to really push forward. And a birthday is a FANTASTIC day to kind of reset my goals and reset my brain.
So, a few of my teammates have some big weight goals for this year and we are working together to try to get to our goals this year. My goal is to lose the rest of the weight (I’m guessing 40-60 lbs….but really it’s going to be a visual check + a maintainable lifestyle) and to get back into a routine and by the time I hit 32 be happily at goal and maintaining.
I also want to hit emerald in my beachbody coaching business. I have realized that I LOVE talking to people about health and fitness. I LOVE helping people reach their goals and working on my own. I want to be in a position to have more options with my coaching business and advancing will help me get there. I want to use my beachbody income to pay for a nutrition certification so I can really help my team get the best results possible. I’m saving all my income towards that goal, then towards a personal trainer certification. I have BIG dreams and while part of the goals have to do with getting myself in shape the rest have to do with helping others and being in a position to help others.
More than anything I want to spend my year of being 31 really living. I always put things off to the future because I’m too big or I’m too scared or I’m not ready. I know some of the decisions I’ve made have been the right ones for me but I don’t necessarily want to make decisions out of fear – I want to make decisions out of really knowing it’s the right decision for me and being confident in that decision. I want to try new things and do more things and reach out to more people and try new things. I want 31 to be the BEST year I have ever lived. I want every day to be lived to the fullest. I want to live a life free from fear. I am so ready for you 31. So ready.
April is my favorite month of the year. It’s my birthday month, it’s when spring usually actually springs and it’s my birthday. Oh wait, I said one of those twice 🙂
But seriously, I’m really excited about the new month. Fresh starts, new beginnings and a time to plan what I want my year of being 31 to look like. I almost can’t believe I’ll be 31 next week. Being 30 has been work. Getting healthier despite myself. Getting through my husband’s job in Memphis. Getting through tough assignments at work. I know 31 will have ups and downs – that’s just what happens in life. But I also am ready to keep up all the forward momentum from being 30 and hopefully instead of just setting goals and setting the groundwork for achieving those goals, I will start crossing things off my goals list one by one.
Always getting more and more intrigued by the way our bodies work. I swear my weight and my inches do NOT always go together. My beachbody coaching group has been posting our transformation pictures this week. It’s always amazing to see people you know who have really changed their bodies. It’s motivating to see what is possible and to know that it’s definitely not a photoshop. One of the coaches, Chelsea Blush, was talking about the scale and how she put on muscle so went UP 10 lbs. Well let me tell you that she looks amazing with these extra 10 lbs. Our scale is wonky right now (victim of the move), so I can’t weigh right now…and I’m kind of glad after reading what she posted yesterday. I think that we sometimes get SO focused on the numbers on the scale that we don’t look at what is in front of us. Are my pants getting looser? Is my face getting thinner? Are people telling me that I look smaller? Hell, I can take my supposed to be work pants totally off now without unbuttoning or unzipping them, which I could not do until recently….shouldn’t I take THAT as the victory, not lament that the scale hasn’t moved like I want it to over the last few months? I realized that I’m asking the wrong question when thinking about progress. All those years of doing weight watchers and weighing in and feeling like a loser when I don’t lose weight that week….it’s conditioning that I’ll probably never actually lose. I honestly don’t even want a scale that works right now. I will get weighed at the doctor on Thursday and I guess I do want to know all my starting stats for the reset because I’m a nerd and will want to know how everything changed from day 1 to day 21. But other than those 3 occasions over the next 6 weeks – do I need to weigh myself? I don’t think I do. I think I need to take a break from the scale and my scale acting up is giving me the perfect excuse to do just that thing.
Sometimes the universe knows exactly what you need when you need it eh?
Oh and I have an announcement.
I know right? Me. I hate running. But I wanted to watch the basketball game and I needed to get my workout in yesterday, so I got on the treadmill since the apt has tvs on them. I did intervals – high incline/medium speed and low incline/higher speed were my peaks. Note my “higher speed” was only 5 and 5.5 mph. I probably could have gone faster too..but mentally I was so surprised at how comfortable those speeds felt while running I think I was shocked to try faster. Not comfortable like lah de dah I could do this all day. Comfortable like wow – I’m running and I don’t feel like I’m about to fall off the treadmill and I can do this for a little bit. Either way, it’s the most I have run in probably 2 years…since I “quit” running before. I think of any activity I have done, I noticed my weight loss most while running yesterday, because I actually felt like I could run instead of feeling like I was being tortured. Progress is a beautiful thing.