Snow and Squat-a-thon January!

Hello Blogosphere!

The last few days have been eventful, so let me fill you in!

In my first post of 2014 I failed to mention that Husband and I are doing a squat-a-thon challenge this month!

I looks a little something like this (We are squatting at the Advanced level):

We have only missed one day, yesterday, due to the fact that both of us have caught a bug! It has almost been a week since my last Crossfit class due to the snow and now being sick! I’m really missing my workouts so we ended up blasting through the 40 squats and 7 burpees tonight even through our sickness. I look forward to those 50 burpees…

I also failed to mention that Husband competed for the first time in a Crossfit Partner Throwdown last Saturday. Yes, they were boy and girl teams. Yes, I chicken out and I REGRET BEING A CHICKEN but I loved watching he and his team mate kill those WOD’s. I was so proud of them.

After I watched Crossfit from 9am-2pm I was feeling a pretty lazy so I decided to take my first run of the New Year! It was a slightly chilly 42 degrees but I actually didn’t mind it, because I was running this route for the first time. I feel like running on a new route for the first time always make running more exciting. However, it was irritating because my phone died in the middle of my run and didn’t track the entire 3 miles I did… Overall, I felt it was a pretty good run to start the New Year, especially since I haven’t run since October!

Then all day Sunday, it snowed and we finally got our first BIG snow at our house. I also learned that snow is pretty and everything, but it is a giant pain in the rear. Did I also mention that with the windchill it was -30 degrees? Yeah, I used a vacation day and decided not to leave my house on Monday.

This is looking up our walkway after Husband shoveled it.

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It was about 9 inches in shallow areas and a foot of snow in others!

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Lets talk a little bit more about why cold/snow sucks and why Crossfit is amazing (Yes, they coincide). Due to this lovely weather we’ve been having, the battery in my car went *kerplunk* and died yesterday morning while I was trying to get my car warmed up before my icy drive to work. Unfortunately, my car was parked behind Husband’s car in the driveway. Which meant that in order for me to get to work, we had to move my car. By move my car, I mean Husband and I had to push my car over ice and snow in the -5 degree freezing cold.

-5 DEGREES Y’ALL. I’ve never seen that temperature IN MY LIFE…. and this -5 degrees did not include the windchill.

While me and husband were out in the freezing cold trying to force my car over snow mounds, it took me back to the last time I was pushing a car, which was actually during a Crossfit class. It was then I realized my true appreciation for Crossfit. I remember that day at class vividly and me thinking “Oh my gosh, I can’t push a car. I don’t know how I am going to do this.”

Never say can’t, my friends. Because I did push the car, at Crossfit, and then again in a real life situation. Moral of the story – Keep a can-do attitude and go to Crossfit more.

Anyway, Husband drove me to work and then luckily he was able to stay home and take care of our little car situation and everything is thankfully back up and running smoothly. I don’t know when I will be back up and running smoothly again. I hope it’s soon, because being sick is hindering my muscle development.

Happy Hump Day y’all!

Ditching the Scale

When I first started Crossfit I was in ok shape, not strong at all but as a runner and a yoga enthusiast I was pretty happy with my weight.

My weight. I was always obsessed about a number on the scale.  Would it be a bad day, a good day, would it inspire me to go run an extra mile that day, would I maybe not indulge in an Iced latte from Starbucks? I weighed myself every morning, and that can be exhausting! I believe that a lot of women are obsessed over this number. That somehow this number defines us, but I think we’re getting it all wrong and here is why.

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The scale has become something so unimportant to me. I was curious and I just learned today that I have gained 6 pounds since I started Crossfit. I didn’t cringe, I didn’t pinch the fat off of unwanted places and grimace but I looked in the mirror and smiled at myself. Because I can see the faint lines of Abs starting to form, my butt is firmer, my arms and shoulders are full of muscle, my legs no longer bear cellulite when I am sitting down in shorts.

This is why the scale is a liar. It’s not what the number reads but what you feel in yourself. Do not let the scale judge you, the scale is not going to change you, YOU have to change you.

So here is my advice my fellow obsessed scale readers: How do you feel? Forget the number.

If you do not feel good in your skin, you have the absolute power to change it.

Go for a run

Join a new gym

Look into personal training

Give Crossfit a try.

It’s all in your hands. Ready. Set. Sweat.

P.S. I did my first kipping pull up yesterday!!!!! Still working on my strict pull up 🙂

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Take it All In.

This morning I rose to another day of the race.

As usual I had to clip clop as fast as I could down my apartment stairs in heels. I was the epitome of a woman rushing out of the house late for work; coffee cup and lunch box in one hand, keys and purse in the other, hair in a tangled wet mess, make up half finished.

You get it.

As I was going 5 miles over the speed limit en route to my place of employment, I came upon a truck. A truck going particularly slow. A truck whose driver all of a sudden THREW on his breaks. I was about to utter a few words of profanity at the guy in front of me when I saw something. It was so tiny and so delicate. I watched a fuzzy little duckling make its way in front of the stopped truck and safely across the road.

EARTH TO KELLY where was my head? If that guy in the truck hadn’t stopped for the little duckling, I may have very well run right over the little baby. It was that point I realized that it was time to stop thinking about just me and my needs for a second, and to start appreciating everything around me. I really just wanted to get out and hug the guy in the truck, because he reminded me of everything in my life that I forget to appreciate. Because recently I’ve been in my own little up world of ‘wake up, go to work, come home from work, work out, go to bed’. I had become a robot.

So, in lieu of my little self-discovery I decided to take a relaxing 4 mile jog on my favorite trail in St. Louis. I became aware that even my runs were starting to seem repetitive, always trying to be better push harder, run faster. Recently, I have not really taken in the beautiful sites, smells, people, animals on my runs. I was always just focusing on me (which is good sometimes).

But today I took a vacation from trying to beat a PR.

A Runcation?… it could be a word.

I got ready and headed for the trail when I got home from work. On my run today I experienced the chirping of happy birds, the smell of honeysuckle, and I even said hello to few other runners on the trail instead of blasting by with just a smile and a nod. I really enjoyed my run today and I even ended up going my farther than I have been typically going, at a slower pace.

Yes, sometimes it’s just good to slow it down and take it all in.

It was 90 degrees and so humid but the run was so worth it!

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Post run. Hot and Tired but feeling great.

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Have you ever given yourself a “runcation”?

Did you enjoy it? or did you feel like it was pointless since you weren’t breaking a record?

Happy Trails To You!

Conquering A Negative Mind.

Since ya’ll have taken this Crossfit journey with me I thought I would update you on a few recent small, personal milestones. When I first started Crossfit I couldn’t lift a barbell over my head much less, 20 pounds. I was not strong at all. Still, I’m not hitting an RX or lifting tons of weight but I am starting to be able lift more, and more, and more and my mind is finally grasping the concept that I can do more, that I am stronger.

Tuesday I did a 7 minute warm up with just the barbell:

3 deadlifts, 1 hang clean, 3 push presses

Every 60 seconds.

I was terrified of the push press because last I checked my 3 rep max was a measly 53 pounds. Thank goodness I made it through with a naked barbell, but I actually felt like I cheated myself because to be honest I was just being a wimp too cautious.

Thursday rolls around and I see that we are going to do the same warm up. So, I stop being a wuss too cautious and weighted my bar with 20 pounds (53 altogether, MY PREVIOUS 3 REP MAX).

IT FELT SO GOOD and quite honestly I felt like a beast.

I think I have finally conquered my Push Press fear and the negativity that was looming behind it. Sometimes, it seems that you actually have to have that “just do it” mentality. So, I did. Thursday ended up being a pretty big day for me. I graduated 15 lb dumbbells to 20 lb dumbbells, I learned how to Skin The Cat (no, not actually skinning a cat… that is so not right) and I dead lifted my own weight (I did not PR but I took it slow and got to a good point). Also a couple of weeks ago I did my first handstand push up. I can do two without wanted to pass out from being upside down. I find that is a pretty big deal for me.

So, I’m normally not one to take a bazillion pictures of myself doing this stuff, but I got a little obsessive and proud the last few weeks so… here they are.

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I have really been trying to keep Husband and I active. It is so easy to come home from work and sit on the couch (if we don’t have Crossfit that night). The last few weeks have been like this. We come home and either go to the pool or sit on the couch. So, after this lovely vacation week I am really going to start focusing on running again. I really miss it. Yesterday, I ran my first straight 5k in 4 weeks. 4 WEEKS. That is pretty horrible, so my goal after we get back from Georgia is to get back into running (I know, I know it’s not the first time I’ve posted about my lack of running). In other fitness news… Yesterday before our run, Husband had a Toastmasters event so I took it upon myself to sign up for some Free Yoga under the Arch.

WOW.

I loved it. It was so wonderful because The Arch is pretty much my favorite thing about St. Louis. Getting a good morning stretch with my favorite thing about this city was just what I needed. It gave me a moment to realize that even though I am extremely homesick and all I really want to do is go home, I still love it here too. That I have wonderful friends here, a wonderful life here, and an amazing husband to share it with. I have so much to be thankful for.

My wonderful friend Alisha snapped this of me without my knowledge. As usual I am admiring the Arch.

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Have A Lovely Week and a Safe 4th of July! I AM GOING HOME!!!!!!!

Ten Things I’ve Learned as a Trailing Spouse

For those of you who have been the trailing spouse, you may have different experiences than me. However, us trailing spouses all know it is very difficult and one of the most stressful things a couple could/will go through. Let me start by defining what makes a “trailing spouse”… it is pretty much exactly as it sounds. One who follows their husband/wife to a new place/state/country in lieu of that spouses career(or other) opportunities. I’m not about to glorify it either. It is tough stuff. I have only moved to a new state, I can’t imagine moving to a new country. Now, everyone’s situation is different. Sometimes both people in the couple think that moving would be the best thing ever. I’m not going to lie, Daniel had to do a lot of convincing to get me to leave the familiarity of my beautiful Southern city. I finally thought that it might be a good idea to experience something new and we high-fived on moving ourselves out to St. Louis. Then it began happening. My favorite apartment I have ever lived in was bare and before I knew it I was waving goodbye to my Chattahoochee River bank. It was all so exciting at first. I felt like a grown up spreading my wings and flying. I am still making some major adjustments in this move, but so far I have experienced and discovered so much.

Ten Things I have discovered in my experience as a ‘trailing spouse’

1.) There is a “honeymoon” phase with your new city.

-Yeah, it was all fine and dandy until it was cold like…. all the time. We have had a blast though. We have gone to carnivals and festivals, made new friends, and explored a lot. Luckily, we still have SO MUCH to explore here. I will say I am extremely happy that winter is over so the real fun can begin. Like a relighting of the Honeymoon Phase!

2.) Getting a job is 100 times harder without the connections and networks you had back home.

-Trust me on this one. The fact that I am somewhat floundering my way through life is a little depressing. I have applied and applied and applied but no one seems to be biting at the bait. Apparently, I need explore some other opportunities and maybe try to really find out what I want in life.

3.) You will compare your new state to your old/”home” state.

-I have looked and looked and FINALLY I have found some acceptable (by my southern standards) chicken wings. They still aren’t as good at the ones back home, but the Italian here is definitely better than Italian in Atlanta (sorry I’m not sorry).

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4.) Finding friends can actually be easier than you thought.

-I was lucky enough to know people who knew people who lived here before we moved (thank god). BUT. There is also this awesome site called Meetup.com. Yes, its like online dating for friends but it has been so worth it and there is always some kind of “Meetup” going on. There are of course specific categories as well such as, a running group, volleyball group, anime groups, rock climbing groups, book junkie groups etc. etc. usually if you name it, there is probably a group for it and if there is not… you can create your own. 🙂

5.) Being a housewife is neat… that is, until people start frowning upon the fact that all you do is laundry, cook, and clean.

-Umm, yeah. I have enjoyed my time away from the workplace. My house is always sparkly, my bed is always made, my laundry is always clean (and folded), dishes are always done, my dinners are planned, my kitchen is always stocked, wine isn’t needed (as much) anymore, I’m thinner from extra time spent working out, all in all I do a damn good job at being a housewife. I definitely don’t want it to go unnoticed, but there comes a time when people start asking “what do you do” and that’s when I start to feel inadequate. All I really want to say is I’M WORKING ON IT, PEOPLE. All I ask is that you give me a break. I am doing the best I can with what I have (in the job searching department).

6.) It challenges you and your spouse; positively and some times not-so-positively.

-You have your ups and downs. As the trailing spouse it is so hard to control the “Well, if we hadn’t moved…” argument at times. AVOID THROWING THIS NUGGET AT YOUR SPOUSE. I’m learning now that it hurts your spouse to be resentful and use it as leverage. I am guilty of it, and honestly there probably isn’t a trailing spouse out there that hasn’t said something along the lines of that sentence (or insinuated it). As far as the “ups” go, you really, REALLY have to rely on each other. For everything. And it is a good thing. Daniel and I have done an awesome job of spending time together, exploring new things together, learning new things together, trying new things together. We are all we have and it has brought us closer as a couple.

7.) Gives you a chance to reinvent yourself.

-Thinking about it I haven’t actively changed myself. I just AM myself, here and now. Who I was at 16 doesn’t matter to anyone I have met here because I’m not that person anymore. I am stripped of anyone knowing my pointless past dramas or having “history” in a  friendship. That, in itself will reinvent YOU.

8.) You will appreciate the “comfort” of/gain pride for your home state.

-I love the city of Atlanta more than I ever have, because I have been given the beautiful/not-so-beautiful gift of missing it. I miss everything about that city from the red Coca Cola glasses you get in EVERY restaurant, to the banks of the Chattahoochee, to the beauty of a spring day in Piedmont Park. I was meant for that city and it was meant for me. I have no doubt in my mind that one day we will reunite.

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9.) Embracing new places is refreshing. 

-The Arch is possibly the COOLEST structure I have ever seen. I honestly can’t get enough of it. I love taking pictures of it and I seeing it all lit up at night. It reminds me of why I decided moving would be a good idea. To explore life in new places. To get to know a new city and fall in love with a new place. I’m still in the very VERY early stages of “falling in love” with St. Louis (mostly because I’m still pretty homesick). However, walking through Soulard the other day I couldn’t help but adore the old timey feel of the city. It gave me the same feeling I get when I see the skyscrapers of Midtown Atlanta towering over Piedmont Park.

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10.) It has cured me of shyness (I think).

-I have found that I have A LOT to say these days. I will talk to almost ANYONE. I can’t decide if it is because I am hungry for human interaction or if I really have always been this outgoing/friendly and just never noticed. Anyway, making friends has been relatively easy for me. I suppose I am one of the lucky ones because I could just talk all day if you let me and really not about anything specific.

Moving is extremely difficult but it is also fun, confusing, exciting, new, and challenging. It puts you in situations you never would have dreamed of, you experience different people, cultures, ways of life. You find that relying only on your spouse is hard and awesome all at the same time. It’s all a growing/learning experience and while it’s been tough, I’m glad we’ve experienced it together.

One thing that will FOR SURE never change: I will ALWAYS be a serious ATLANTA BRAVES fan. ❤

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How I See It.

Everyone has their own opinion on nearly everything. You are totally free to believe whatever you want. It’s a Free Country right?…To be completely honest, I am not one to get in the middle of any kind of debate. I can’t pull random facts out of thin air, I can’t randomly quote The Bible and I definitely sit teetering on the fence as far as politics go. However, I do have an opinion. I just want to start with myself. I consider myself a Christian and I support Gay Marriage. I am not a perfect person and according to The Book a lot of people aren’t as you probably know: lying, gossiping, and cheating are all sins. I am flawed, I am a sinner. I feel like I have a grasp of this. I have had people in the comforts of my own college grounds pointing fingers at me telling me I am going to hell because women shouldn’t wear “men’s clothes” or get an education per The Bible (wait, isn’t it God’s job?). I can’t imagine having to go through that everyday. People pointing fingers at me, telling me what I am is wrong, saying nasty things at me, having society against me, or denying me rights because of who I am (In case you weren’t informed: Women and other Minorities have previously had to face this, we were just lucky to be born after the battle). When I was younger I was against gay marriage and I didn’t have any other excuse than “because that’s what the bible says” or “Well, it’s just wrong.” What I was really saying was that I did not understand how or why someone would be attracted to the same sex. Everyone’s experience is different, which is what helps you form a different opinion. I didn’t understand until I met someone, out of the confines of my little town, who is gay. It changed everything for me. He didn’t even talk to me about his struggles. Just experiencing someone who faces an everyday battle, but still seems to have the most spirit I have ever seen in a person, changed me. He is gay and he is a really, really good person. Someone who could be that GOOD is not an “abomination” in my eyes. Through all of the criticism I know he had faced, he wore a smile. That, is strength. I thank him because he allowed me to open my eyes and see something different. Something that I previously dismissed. There are a few reasons that I, personally, support equality.

a). It does positively effect people I care about.

b). It does not effect me and my marriage.

c). It does not effect me and my personal relationship with God.

I believe in living well, right, and moral. I also believe that as a human being, allowing all human beings the same rights that I have is moral. Like I said before, I consider myself a Christian, but I am certainly not the perfect Christian. I know I don’t follow The Bible exactly. It would be hard for me to believe that most Christian people live by The Bible exactly. As far as how I feel? Just because you haven’t experienced something, because you are lucky enough to “fit the norm”, doesn’t mean you should pick it out of The Bible and deny a group of people equality. Not everyone will agree, but that’s not why I decided to post on this today. I just felt the need to explain myself. To give you some reasons why I support the LGBT community. Because they are just like anyone else. We all just want to live freely in peace, be who we are, love each other without being judged about it, all while having the option to seal the deal. I’m not here to start a debate, mainly because I am the worst debater in the history of time. I’m just saying…

that’s How I See It.

A Face Lift

I thought it was time for me to give my blog a mini face lift! A new name, a new feel, a new purpose? Not much a difference, I just thought that since we are no longer really considered newly weds it was time to take my blog name and feel to a different place. Certainly all of my past posts from “Life after I Do” are still attached to this blog, but future posts might be less focused specifically on life after marriage and more focused on hobbies, running, my new adventures with CrossFit, exploring this new city of ours, and my new found love for cooking (so technically, it’s still about life after ‘The Wedding’ on a more watered down level). Don’t expect topics and writing to change too drastically, I am still ‘me’ after all and I don’t mind blabbing about our new couch or washer or how much I absolutely adore and appreciate my Husband every now and then (he deserves it). I guess the newest thing going on in life is the fact that we moved. It has been tough so far. The Midwest is definitely a different place. When we first moved here I felt like it was going to be pretty much the same, but then after a while I began to realize differences.

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But mostly I have realized that I truly am a Southern Girl and I always will be. I like wearing big jewelry, curling my hair, wearing make up to the grocery store, there is noting like red nails and red lipstick with a Braves ballcap. Oh, yeah and rhinestones, lots of rhinestones and pearls. I like my tea sweet and my chicken fried.

Southern Girls LOVE Their Pearls

Southern Girls LOVE Their Pearls

But.

I don’t mind dirt, I love to camp and fish, sports are my favorite, I will fight to the finish when I run a race. I can’t wait to plant my first garden. I don’t mind working hard and getting sweaty and I absolutely adore a good hike or a swim in the river. I love my high heels but I also LOVE my cowgirls boots.

That’s the beauty of Southern girls. We like to get pretty most the time, but we can be tough as a bull.

Welcome to Glitz & Grit

Bless your hear! Hang up your boots and stay a while….