Showing posts with label self esteem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self esteem. Show all posts

Sunday, July 21, 2013

What can happen in 5 months, you ask?

EVERYTHING. Honestly, anything and everything. But let’s begin on an unexpected note with something I saw the other day.

When I can’t make it into the gym, I program my own workouts at home consisting primarily of body weight conditioning (push-ups, air squats, sit-ups, burpees, etc.) and kettle bell work. And it just so happens that the square footage I map out for myself in the living room—just between the lizard tank and the coffee table—is located directly across from a mirror. This was unplanned in the beginning, yet I’ve done my best to use it to my advantage to keep an eye on my form…as opposed to using it as a tool of self-conscious judgment.  Well, it was during one of these at-home-sweat-fests that I caught a glimpse at something I had never seen before.  I was finishing out my third round of kettle bell swings, when I glanced up at the mirror and saw someone other than myself. Sacrificing my time, I landed the kettle bell to get another look at this stranger sneaking a peek at my workout. But as soon as my brain caught up with my eyes, I had the most ridiculous moment thinking, "DAAAAAAAMN!!! Check out those legs! HOLY CRAP...that's me!”  

      BAD ASS FACE!
Check them gams!


I’ve spent so much time worrying over those places that “still aren’t perfect;” my “trouble spots” that frustrate me like no other and often sabotage the proof of all of my hard work. But this was the first time I ever looked at the WHOLE me and saw the significant changes that I’ve made, the progress that’s happening, and this newer body that I should be proud of!

It must have been that spot in the living room, that time of day and the light streaming in, the positioning of the mirror: who knows and who cares! The light created a particular shadow, outlining muscle. Showing off proof that I’ve worked hard to get stronger and leaner.  Huffing and puffing from that last set of kettle bell swings, I smiled. Stupidly overwhelmed by pride. Beauty. Security. All of this work is meaningful. All of this work is worthwhile. And ANYONE can do it. 

It’s this moment, mixed with the ROLLER COASTER that has been my life for the past few months, that has opened my eyes to the future: helping other people do the same thing (get stronger, healthier, happier) is my calling. 
The next phase: teaching and training.
I’m not going to bore you with the nauseating details of my life since my last entry—I apologize for being M.I.A., but I kid you not: everything that could happen…did happen. BUT, I am a firm believer of moving forward and growing stronger.  Quick recap of the highlights:

An amazing experience performing in the musical Hair (which meant kicking it hard to lose several more pounds and tone up for the famous nude scene. OH SNAP!) Being cast in two more shows to do exactly what I love doing and feel great doing it. Celebrating birthdays, anniversaries, sad days, happy days, lost days and new beginnings. Knowing that I am love and supported, through the good and the bad. Working myself to the bone at a non-profit job that fulfilled all of those dream prerequisites I had made for my career yet caused me to lose sleep, worry all the time and become basically a crappy kind of person. LEAVING said job in a moment of triumph and terror. And it was these pivotal moments in time that lead me to my current state of positivity and purposefulness.

Once I rid myself of the confines of what I always “thought I was supposed to do” in a job I “thought I was supposed to have,” the world opened up to me. Opportunities came knocking on my door. Time opened up and I immediately became happier. Now I wake up thinking of the possibilities that are available, as opposed to the walls I once ran into over and over again.

Oh hey, Sammy Jean.
And  with the help my of my new side-kick Sammy Jean, I'm now ready to say, "Let’s do this."

What does this mean? Well! It means that This Primal Yogi is ready to get moving. I’m going to look into becoming a more targeted trainer. I’m going to teach the classes I WANT TO TEACH. I going to take this life by the horns and make it what it should be. Doing what I’m good at and enjoying what I do. Not because I have to, but because I want to.


 HOLY SMOKES THAT FEELS GOOD!!


So the next step from here? Talking to students, studios, gyms and creating my own programing and my own practice. Getting myself back in the gym and feeling good. And looking forward to the life I’m building at home and the future. Life is good, if you can be strong and work through the tough stuff…because there is so much out there that is worth sticking it through.  Quitting is for ninnies…and I’m not into that.
  
Grr…urg…LOVE,
This Primal Yogi

PS. OH YEAH!! I also did this bangarang Mud Run and I’m officially addicted. These people are amazing, and I’m so happy to call them my trainers, students and of course, my friends.

The super muddy CrossFit Mt. Laurel Team

Crawling under barbed wire...in mud.

Giant tarp-slide...landing in mud.

Monday, January 7, 2013

T-Minus 19 Days to Compete...

So, it seems last month, I got this CRAZY idea that I can compete in a CrossFit Competition: the Garage Games....

AND DAMN, I'M EXCITED!


Now don't get me wrong, I'm basically peeing my pants over the idea that I will have to do things like hand-release push-ups, push-presses and front squats in front of people who are JUDGING me....but honestly, I've never done anything like this before.

"Wait, wait, wait, Rachel: you're a performer! You put yourself out there to be judged all the time!"

The old me would never allow
pictures of me in sweats without
makeup heading to the gym!
Well, I've been singing in front of people since I was 5 years old and I've been acting like a fool to make people laugh for even longer. But this, my friends, is completely different. This is new and terrifying and unfamiliar and just completely out of my known-zone! I'm used to knowing that I will be dolled up, well-dressed, and doing EXACTLY what I know how to do. I've always wanted my outward representation to be my "best" and then I got rid of all that didn't do me justice.

*Flashing back to moment in high school where I finally realized that if you just kept walking to the back of the line, you never actually had to do the pull-ups for "Physical Fitness Assessment." Also, if you made sure to partner with a friend for the sit-ups, you could just pinky-swear to make up "reasonable" finishing scores.*

But this is a RESOLUTION I made to myself--not just for 2013--but when Jaclyn and I decided to bring Pretty-Sick to life: that I need to be the best example I can be for my clients, my family and my friends. I need to put myself out there and yes, MAYBE fail, but show that it's still worth trying. And that next time, no matter what, I will do better. Because taking control of our health/lives/diets/jobs is about that constant and consistent drive to succeed. At these Garage Games I am going to succeed because just DOING IT is a ridiculous jump into Success Town. And I'm going to be sweaty and gross and loud, but no matter what, I'm still going to be a Pretty-Girl, a CrossFitter, a Yogi, a Performer...all those things will be present, because I plan to bring it all.

12 Days of Christmas Workout at CFMTL
I have to give a shout out to the fact that I will also be surrounded by some AMAZING people, both competing with me, and cheering us on. A huge part of these crazy steps towards awesomeness should be credited to them. And when you can find heart-melting, beautiful, talented, compassionate and supportive people to work with, all of these life changing choices just seem...well, easier. 


AND I'M TOTALLY HERE FOR YOU ON YOUR JOURNEY!!!


So let's do this?! Screw those people who scoff at your resolution, because we're changing for life. And NO, that might not happen in those first two weeks at the gym after NYE...but we're not looking for quick fixes, we're looking long-term results.

What are your goals? Where are your benchmarks? What can you do to push yourself to keep going?
I've got a competition in 19 days....an audition in 21....and a tattoo to work on.
Tell me yours. ;)

Oh, and if you want to know the Garage Games workouts, here you go! (FYI: I'm doing the scaled version...NEXT time you'll get me at RX!)

STONE FACE
RX: 5 Minute AMRAP
Ascending push press@115#/75# and kettlebell swings@70#/45#, (1/1, 2/2, 3/3, etc.)
Scaled: 5 Minute AMRAP
Ascending push press@75#/55# and kettlebell swings@55#/35#, (1/1, 2/2, 3/3, etc.)

DOUBLE'S TO HEAVEN
RX: 12 minute AMRAP
100 double-unders, 63 hand release push-ups, 36 front squats@95#/65#
50 double-unders, 42 hand release push-ups, 24 front squats@95#/65#
25 double-unders, 21 hand release push-ups, front squat@95#/65# until time expires
Scaled: 12 minute AMRAP
100 double-unders or 200 singles, 63 hand release push-ups, 36 front squats@65#/45#
50 double-unders or 100 singles, 42 hand release push-ups, 24 front squats@65#/45#
25 double-unders or 50 singles, 21 hand release push-ups, front squat@65#/45# until time expires

PVC MANIA
RX and Scaled:
5 rounds for time, 12 min cap
5 PVC shoot-thru’s , 10 lateral burpees over PVC, 20 PVC dips

Until next time, Cave-Kids.

Grr...urg...LOVE,
This Primal Yogi

Friday, November 30, 2012

Skinny Jeans and Squat Cleans


*We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for a moment of success*
(A note to the faint of heart: this entry is literally me describing putting on a pair pants.)


So I woke up this morning thinking it was Thursday again.
That just lets you know how the day started. I over slept, and woke up twisted like a pretzel so that my arm felt like tingly-jelly as I brushed my teeth. There was no food for breakfast or for me to throw together a lunch, and I forgot again that the lizard needed crickets.

It was a morning.
And then, as I hunted through my drawers and the clean laundry, I came to the distressing realization that: I had no pants. Seriously, NO PANTS. Every shirt I have ever owned—let alone worn in the past week—was clean and ready to go, but all leg coverings had somehow remained in the laundry bins stowed away in the basement. I scurried around the house in a pants-less frenzy as the cats watched me in their nonchalant manner, surely thinking to themselves, “Rachel, dear: pants are for peasants.”

I knew of only one pair of jeans, stowed away. And I knew they didn’t fit. And I knew that the last time I tried to put them on…I’m pretty sure they laughed at me. The gray-skinny-distressed-jeans looked up at me as I tried to yank one side to the other, willing the zipper skyward…and they laughed at me.

And then maybe I cried.

But in this morning’s mood, I said screw it, this’ll be a great trip down Self-Deprecating Road and I’ll have one more reason to be QUEEN OF THE GRUMPS today. As I slipped the left leg in, I had a flashback to where the jeans started to get too snug last time. I held my breath and couldn’t look down. Somehow, however, the jeans kept sliding. I accepted the fact that I now had to introduce the right leg to said Smug Jeans, and I believe I audibly harrumphed, “yeah…that’s not happening.”

Yet, I pointed my toes and went in. Sheepishly, I pulled those bad boys up to the “danger zone,” also known as my monstrous thighs. (*NOTE: I love my big mamma jamma thighs, because my quads/hammies are the only muscle groups in my body that have always been strong and awesome and ginormous.*) This would usually be the point where I have to do a little dance to shimmy the jeans up an inch at a time until falling over in despair and later crying into some buffalo wings. But with a surprising pull, Not-So-Smug Jeans hiked up over my (not too shabby) caboose.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”
I swear, Siddha, (the most apathetic of the three cats) started a slow clap for me.
I almost didn’t want to take that last step and wrangle the button. At that moment, I knew good and well that once I slid that button in and model-stomped-Tyra-style in front of the mirror, I would have to admit it myself that the hard work is paying off. And once you admit that…you have to keep doing it.
My future of awesomeness was held for just a moment in the button clasp of my jeans.


Did I back down? Did I let the fear of having to be accountable for my results/health/wellness/waistline make me quickly escape those jeans and dig out some dirty guachos?


Do I look like a girl who will waste a nice ass day?!


Look out world, me and these jeans are coming for your squat cleans!
(Okay, really I’ll be in spandex.)



Thank you for getting dressed with me.
*We will now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.*

Grr...urg...LOVE,
This Primal Yogi

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