Be Happy


be-happy

It’s Sunday and I’m feeling really…overworked in fitness.  Maybe?

I’ve been going so hardcore lately – “upping” it in my classes, and going all out in my own personal workouts, in addition to picking up a few additional clients.  And this weekend I am paying the price.

I haven’t had a tarsal tunnel flare up in a few months but I totally overdid it this week (my own fault) and screwed myself and now my ankles have been buzzing since Thursday.  I can’t quite explain the pain to you – but it feels like ongoing electrical shocks in my ankles and at the bottom of my legs.  On top of that, my back is still going out every other day, and my hamstrings have been super tight the last few days (again, self inflicted and I should know better).

I could sit here and write about how horrible my life is and whine about “why is this happening to me?”.  But I won’t because I absolutely do not feel that way.  In fact, I feel the opposite.  I am blessed to have the ability to get up and work out each day.  I am thankful that I have a full belly each night – and that I even have the option of creating healthy meals.

Quite recently I saw a rerun of an old Judge Judy episode where one team mother was suing another team mother of their sons’ football jerseys.  The plaintiff really looked like a smug lunatic and she and her husband kept stating how “upset” they were that the uniforms weren’t what they expected.  Judge Judy then asked “Do you have healthy children?”  To which the plaintiffs responded “yes”.  Judge Judy then said if they were “upset over a uniform they were sickos” and that if they had to “deal with parents who were upset that the lettering was coming off the children’s uniforms when the children are able to run around a football field and healthy enough to do that then you’re all sickos.”

See the point?

I am thankful that I have the opportunity to better my fitness goals.  I am thankful that I have the ability to get up and lift weights and run and jump and teach classes.  I am blessed to live my life the way I do and have the option of making the choices I do.

I think positively.  I work hard.  I eat healthy.  I dance more.  I exercise daily.  I love often.  And I AM HAPPY.

~FB

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fear is a Liar! (Day 5)

Fear is a Liar

There are many times when we want to forego our aspirations because of fear.

Fear that we’ll look silly at the gym.  Fear that we won’t be able to keep up with a class.  Fear that we’re not strong enough.  Fear that we’re being judged.

 

Don’t give in to intimidation – whether it’s from yourself of someone else.

Don’t lower your expectations or your limitations because you’re afraid of pushing harder.

Don’t be scared of what you think you can’t do. Hang there.  Defeat your fears.  Face them head on.

Don’t give up because you’re afraid.

Keep going because you’re not!

~Fit Bitch

MOM-spiration

When my mother was very young she was hit by a car.  A hit and run.  The driver never came forward and my mom spent a very long time in a children’s hospital in recovery.  Because of that accident she has two very bad knees.

My mother is a hair-stylist which means she spent most of her day on her feet for many years.  Because of this it has caused her knees to worsen and she’s often in a lot of pain.  She’s had minor surgeries which are likely, leading up to an inevitable bigger surgery.

A few summers ago my mom fell off the deck at our house (home will always be home) and landed flat on her face with her arms underneath her.  She broke her nose, both arms, a wrist, and broke her elbow completely off (*barf*).  She had several surgeries and now has a prosthetic elbow.  Unfortunately, her jackass surgeon “fixed” one of her arms wrong and now she has very limited mobility in that arms and has to hold her fork/scissors/toothbrush like a wingnut.

Aside from all that, she’s doing great.  She started walking every day in the fall and continued through most of the winter. Y’know, except on the days that Nova Scotia was completely-friggin’-buried under snow.

A few weeks ago I had a free class for people to come try out the boot camp before the new sessions started.  My mom came.

I really didn’t want her to come because I worry about her and I was worried about her limitations with her arms, and about her getting hurt.  I never want to see my mom in pain.  But she fought me on it and came (and I took great care of her).  “I want to come out and support you.” She said.  (Uh, so you come to the free class?  Thanks Mom!!)

Mom did great at the class.  We worked on modifications and she didn’t push herself past her limitations.  But she came and she worked her ass off!  I was very proud of her.  And she was extremely proud of herself.

The point of this little anecdote is that we need to stop making excuses*.  If my mom, after all she’s been through, can get through one of my kick-ass classes, then we should all be humbled and get out there and take advantage of gorgeous weather or fitness classes or gyms or sports teams and have ourselves a great workout and better our health.

Let my mom be your inspiration today.  She’s been mine.

(*Please note that an excuse is not the same as a legitimate reason.  If you have health issues or injury, etc. be sure to contact your physician before beginning a workout program.)

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~Fit Bitch