Today is Day One of my 24 Day Challenge using Advocare products. I am nervous. There are a lot of things that I have no control over: the weather, how old I am, how much free time I have. One thing that I can change is how I feel, mentally and physically.
This blog was started as a kind of accountability meter as to the success of some changes I made to my habits regarding my health in the past year. But, as you can see, it didn't really help. My life got kind of hectic (who can say that theirs isn't?), and blogging wasn't at the top of the list. And as a result, my healthy attitude fell by the wayside also. I regret it every day, especially with a goal I set for myself drawing nearer. So now, with this challenge, I have a legitimate reason to record everything, if only for posterity's sake.
A little background: I started using Advocare a couple of months ago, after asking one of my coworkers what they used when working out. I had no stamina, and I'd start flagging in the middle of a workout, and very rarely hit my second wind (the time when your body actually starts to burn the stored fat, instead of what you ate that day). She'd used the products, and knowing that I was just starting to take my workouts seriously, she suggested that I use Catalyst and Arginine Extreme when I worked out to help boost what my body was already trying to do. Now, if you are like me, you are skeptical of anything that could
possibly enter your body. So I did my research. I found out that that Advocare only uses the highest quality ingredients in their products, and from reading the back of one of the boxes, that it is mostly vitamins. After one run, I was hooked. I felt better, more fluid. This coming from someone who hadn't done anything more than climb the stairs in 3 years. I felt, for the first time, like I was a runner, not just someone who could fake it for a bit. My breathing wasn't strained, I could run for longer stretches of time, and the best part was that after a run, I was not plumb tuckered-out like I had been. In short, I felt great. That was what sealed the idea that I would actually make a go of this thing called exercise.
I am doing the challenge to create a clean slate. I'll be updating (hopefully) at least once every other day, so everyone out there in Bloggerland can see what progress I'm making. There is no sense in changing the outside if the inside is not strong enough to maintain it. I've also heard that there is more of a psychological incentive if you have someone to go along with you, so we are doing a competition (of sorts) at work. I feel as though this is a step in the right direction, and because of it I decided to become a Distributor so that I could help someone else take a step in the right direction. If you want to know more about these products, or get some for yourself, let me know. Ask questions. Do research. You only get one life, so enjoy it. (The website is here, and the science behind it is here.)
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Monday, October 24, 2011
Workout schmerkout
Working out has become something I only dream about having time to do. Recently, I've had to change quite a few things in my life, and I haven't been able to really sit down and "work on me." But I'm determined to change that. That's really what this blog is about, anyway. Changing the things you don't like and making happen what you want to happen in your life.
As for my current situation, everything (or almost everything) has worked out and settled down for now, so I need to get on with doing what needs to be done: cleaning house. I usually do a deep cleaning in the Spring and Fall, and because I have recently found myself in the market for a new living space, I have had the great opportunity to de-clutter and organize my life. Getting rid of things I've kept for one reason or another has been hard, but worthwhile.
Being an artist is hard. Especially being the kind who loves working in many different mediums, like myself. I keep EVERYTHING, for no reason other than "I could use it later." When cleaning out my old room in my parent's house in preparation for the move, I was able to get rid of things I've kept from childhood. Some things I can reuse, such as buttons from the pants I "bedazzled" for my role in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. Others, such as the ball bearing from an old desk chair which was going to be used for who-knows-what, went into the proper receptacle. All day long, I was finding stuff in the most random places, and yelling "Why, why, WHY would I keep this?!" It's interesting to note that my parents, who only collect books, were chuckling to themselves the whole time. As if they knew that one day I would be doing this exact thing.
The great thing about cleaning out is that if you find something that you loved as a child that you thought had gone the way of lost socks, you have the pleasure of finding it all over again. It's like getting a new present. I am not yet ready to give away my remaining stuffed animals I received when I was in the hospital in 3rd grade, but I am getting to that point (I put them in the give-away pile, but then snatched them out.) I already gave away quite a few a few years back to my church's biannual garage sale, so at least that's something.
It's almost like you have to work yourself up to giving away prized childhood possessions. As if giving away something tangible will erase the intangibility of your youth, or the memories of the time. I'm not saying give everything away. But to grow, you have to leave some things behind.
As for my current situation, everything (or almost everything) has worked out and settled down for now, so I need to get on with doing what needs to be done: cleaning house. I usually do a deep cleaning in the Spring and Fall, and because I have recently found myself in the market for a new living space, I have had the great opportunity to de-clutter and organize my life. Getting rid of things I've kept for one reason or another has been hard, but worthwhile.
Being an artist is hard. Especially being the kind who loves working in many different mediums, like myself. I keep EVERYTHING, for no reason other than "I could use it later." When cleaning out my old room in my parent's house in preparation for the move, I was able to get rid of things I've kept from childhood. Some things I can reuse, such as buttons from the pants I "bedazzled" for my role in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. Others, such as the ball bearing from an old desk chair which was going to be used for who-knows-what, went into the proper receptacle. All day long, I was finding stuff in the most random places, and yelling "Why, why, WHY would I keep this?!" It's interesting to note that my parents, who only collect books, were chuckling to themselves the whole time. As if they knew that one day I would be doing this exact thing.
The great thing about cleaning out is that if you find something that you loved as a child that you thought had gone the way of lost socks, you have the pleasure of finding it all over again. It's like getting a new present. I am not yet ready to give away my remaining stuffed animals I received when I was in the hospital in 3rd grade, but I am getting to that point (I put them in the give-away pile, but then snatched them out.) I already gave away quite a few a few years back to my church's biannual garage sale, so at least that's something.
It's almost like you have to work yourself up to giving away prized childhood possessions. As if giving away something tangible will erase the intangibility of your youth, or the memories of the time. I'm not saying give everything away. But to grow, you have to leave some things behind.
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