Veg and I found this magical place after hearing about it from friends. There are three different spots you can hike to and we did all of them so that we could see the whole waterfall.
We also sat down and had a nice snack at the base of the falls while taking a break and feeling the cool mist. It was pretty awesome.
Now, when I say hike, I actually mean: "climb down rocks on my bum so I didn't crack my head" But I did discover that the Vegkid is part mountain lion and part gazelle the way he could maneuver that terrain!
Turned out to be a beautiful day and certainly one for the memory books.
Since I have been eating Veg, I've taken my blood work numbers pretty seriously. Granted I don't go to the doctor often, in fact I haven't had a check-up in three years. However, I decided that being a female, I should probably go get that business over with for another three years. Of course, if I'm going to be there than I'm going to get some blood work too.
In my brain, the blood doesn't lie and when things are a little off, it is your bodies way of telling you that change is needed. The only thing I've had "off" in the past 15+ years was Vitamin D. So I found a vegan supplement to take sporadically in the winter along with using some magnesium oil as muscle relief after strong workouts. Then upped my beneficial sun exposure patterns in the summer.
Well my Vitamin D numbers were perfect this time. Woot!!! My plan has worked.
Since starting a strength training regimen, my Good Cholesterol went up while my bad cholesterol went down, keeping me in the better than perfect total range (still) and taking away the myth that Veg eaters have too low HDL. Turns out it was the exercise shift that upped my HDL (although it wasn't bad in the first place) and had nothing to do with what I eat. But even better is that I've been told my whole life that high cholesterol ran in my family and that I couldn't change the outcome without medication... well yeah, I can! And I did, 15+ years ago.
My iron is also better than perfect and is another myth buster to check off the list.
Iron is one of those things that people generally think Veg eaters are deficient in. Truth be told, I know more meat eater friends that are deficient than veg eaters. Same goes with B12! These aren't Veg only conditions. Some people just don't absorb properly or don't eat the right things to help with absorption. Thankfully, I don't have to worry about it!
My inflammation markers, sugars, fluids, white blood cells, thyroid and hormones were all Great!
In fact the lady I spoke with said she rarely sees anyone with those results let alone a "Vegetarian"....
Obviously this all makes me happy. Not only because the numbers are good but because I hit another birthday. At 42, I feel more alive than I did at 20. To see the blood work show consistent results each time, says that I'm doing the right things for MY BODY even as I age.
Why am I posting this here? Because as a busy Vegmom, I'm here to say that we DO have it within our power to change the way we feel. We CAN change what the numbers say and that genetics don't have to be our demise. 20 years ago, my numbers were very different and it makes me wonder where I would be now or if I'd even be alive had I continued on that path.
That doesn't mean that everyone will feel or react the same to any diet or exercise shift. But it says that I'm doing the right things to age in a way that feels great for me. That my body is happy with how I fuel it and no changes are necessary.
All the naysayers, "can't build muscle" ranters, jokesters, "But it is hereditary" Claimers are on their own journey. And I am on mine!
Muscles or not, the numbers don't lie!
Have you had your numbers checked lately?
Wednesday was a little bit of a crazy day for me, starting out on Television... Whoop.. Step Back... Let me explain..
I was scheduled to teach a workshop in the evening on Wednesday. Well, at some point on Tuesday while out on a field waiting for Vegkid's school olympics to start, I got a text asking if I could be at a TV Studio the next morning to promote the workshop.
"Ummm... Sure, I suppose"
And then I freaked out just a little bit. Me ON TV, what would I say? How should I look? Would I make a fool of myself while representing the gym where the workshop was to be held?
In the coaching world we call that STINKIN' THINKIN'! And man did I have it... ALL - NIGHT - LONG!
After all, I have trouble with my words on a good day let alone in front of LIVE TV at 7am.. Sure I can host workshops, train, coach and teach. But behind a camera and on LIVE Television... There are no Do-Overs! No chance to fix the way you look or adjust something that you said. Once it is out there.. Yeah.. it is out there!
Yet on my vision board, there is a note that says "BE ON TV".... I was! Now I can remove that from the vision board and make room for something else.
As for being on TV... Yeah, I ended up appearing directly after the new donut shop story and the weatherman chanting: "Mmmm Bacon Maple Donuts".. It was classic. As in the perfect moment that I couldn't have planned better if I had done it myself. I didn't totally freeze and feel like I answered the questions well. However I did look like a fool swallowed by a giant couch, but that is OK... Much respect to those that do that kind of thing for a living.
Moving on... I mentioned it was a crazy day.. First the morning news, then a crazy gym workout to clear my head and then off to my old stomping ground.
I had to drop something off to a friend that still works at the building I used to work at. It didn't dawn on me until I walked up to the building that it had been almost three years since I'd been there last.
In fact it had been Exactly THREE years since my first Earthfest Booth. It had been three years since I decided my career was officially going to change.
The Stinkin Thinkin started to flow in to my head as I pulled in to that parking spot:
"Wow, I should have so many more clients if I've been doing this for three years"
"I should have a better plan by now, completed more, found my secret sauce"
"After three years, it should be easier. I shouldn't be running around like crazy, representing other businesses instead of my own, and I should have a better focus, a better vision"
Then the other side of my brain popped in to action (the part that I actually choose to listen to):
"OH My KALE... be quiet mean brain! Look at all you HAVE accomplished and all the people whose lives have changed in just three years, and only because you decided to do this for a living. Thousands of people through classes, workshops, articles, personal coaching, groups and challenges have been touched by your words. Look at all the success stories, the happiness spread, the confidence built."
"In three years, you went from a person who has never lifted 10 pounds to competing in strength competitions and now training youth athletes. Heck you have a medal that says "Badass" on it, so it must be true"
"In three years, you've created friendships that will last a life time, lost friends, buried your mom, her husband, two other relatives, and two treasured pups. You dealt with your husband not working to finding himself again and started a new company with nothing but a passion to make a difference in people's lives."
"In three years, you've recreated who you are capable of being, lost weight, became stronger, lead by example, finished school, completed extra courses, got three certifications, created processes, inspired others, and continued to raise a young man in to the adult that he will become"
"In three years, people have invited you in to their homes, businesses, and lives to assist in the changes that they were ready to make. You have provided advice to hundreds of other coaches, been asked to appear as a guest on calls and webinars, created online programs, and built a new inner voice that has found her happy!
On Tuesday while sitting on the field waiting for VegKid's School Olympics to start and after I received the text to be on the morning news; another Mom asked me this question:
"I'm thinking of starting my own business so I can leave my corporate job. Looking back, do you regret making that decision?"
And I replied with certainty:
On Wednesday night, I had the opportunity to visit with a two times cancer thriver that I'm coaching toward her wellness journey. She had hope! For the first time in 20yrs, she was taking care of her self, had a pep in her step and was feeling amazing. She had light in her eyes again and a plan to live her life on her terms. She found her Happy!!
That, THAT is why I do what I do. It is why I did what I did. It is why three years later, I wouldn't change a thing!
My Wednesday was a Crazy Day! one of reflection, mental clarity, facing fear. It started with a Morning News segment, and ended with a workshop at a gym across town.
In between; I worked with clients, helped people at the gym, spent time with my son, planned my talk, and visited my old stomping ground to drop off some auction papers to a friend.
That is when I realized it had ONLY been THREE years since I started my new career path!
Three Years that I wouldn't trade for anything and a career path that is still winding. A path that may never come with a map, has no destination but that I will follow anyways.
That corporate job may have brought me to a curve in the road but that curve brought me to place within myself that I never thought possible or even dreamed of. It allowed me to start a company with nothing but a passion to create change in people's lives.
From here, anything is possible!
Oh my Kale, how has it been so long since I last posted here?
Well it has certainly been a wonderful yet busy start to 2015, with new coaching jobs, renewed clients, youth fitness events, groups, meetings, birthday celebrations, new certifications, training, competitions, volunteering, family, and book writing.
But most of all; I've had time to reflect, rest, and begin the process in recreating what I'd like my company, my brand, and my own life to bring in to this world. So much to share but so little time.
Here is a tiny little piece of our month in pictures... More to follow!
We've had Ice:
A lot - A LOT of ice..
A lot - A LOT of snow:
Sledding at home and tubing in Georgia brought adventures to the homestead:
My First Masters Competition:
And a whole lot of awesome food:
Working at several gyms, while also doing my own workouts, training for competitions, and being a Mom on the go all the time would definitely take its toll if I made constantly poor food choices. In order to make sure I'm eating enough, while getting the RIGHT foods, I've been stocking my fridge.
Nothing makes me happier in the kitchen than a giant bowl of salad.
What is coming up next in the Veg house?
I'm even looking in to hosting retreats and growing the FIH message in a huge way. With my schedule crazy and Veg getting older, why not make this the perfect time to kick things up a notch. <she says with a grin>
Speaking of the Vegkid, he's closer to being a teenager and man is he showing it. Goodness!! His teacher has been amazing this year and has really challenged him though. He is preparing for a big event at school along with a three day camping/hiking trip with his class. Then it will be Spring break already.
Life sure does move fast. I'm just glad that I've taken the time to really look around and enjoy it. One of my favorite days this past week was a snow day with nowhere to be. At some point, I just laid in the snow and listened to the silence.
It doesn't have to be a snow day but if you're reading this, make sure you take time to enjoy this life. We only get one shot, so make it good *smile*
So Far 2015 has been an Amazing year and so that has become my theme for the whole 365 days!
Last year brought with it challenges, growth and a ton of new things. This year however is kicking the goodness up a notch and Amazing GREAT things are in store. I can feel it with every inch of my being.
This first week has brought with it two games of golf with my young man, a fun crafty night with a friend, a completed CF competition (sorta), a gorgeous full moon, creative resources for my business, delicious food, a last minute New Year's Eve ball drop, a great CF workout, some new friends, awesome business meetings, great client calls and a new job at two more gyms starting this week.
I could have never planned this life for myself and I just love watching it all unfold.
With that I shall say Happy New Year to you and yours. I hope your 2015 is full of health, wellness, happiness and amazing!!
Saturday morning I decided to take the Vegkid for an adventure day. He was not so keen on the idea and eventually agreed to go. By then his dad was awake and wanted to come with us. Only problem was that it was later by now and I knew we would hit quite a bit of traffic.
By the time we actually made it to our lunch destination near the touristy town, the child was feeling car sick because he didn't eat a good breakfast, we had found 19 different state license plates during a TWO mile long game, and the husband was completely agitated by the out of state drivers that were unsure where they were going.
Veg was super excited to show his dad how good he had gotten at an arcade game but upon arrival the game was out of order. And the restaurant we wanted to eat at had too long of a wait so we ended up somewhere else.
Which was perfectly OK. Lunch was deelish and the boys both calmed down and began to enjoy eachother's company for a bit. When Veg announces that he doesn't want to go to our intended mountain riding adventure. He said his stomach was still doing flippy turns from the extended drive and he was afraid he'd chuck his cookies if he want on a mountain ride. And so we walked around the center we were at. Visited some stores, got some fresh air and took a long extra pretty walk back to our car.
Then we left and began the drive home. Taking the scenic route to get us out of traffic we passed another mountain ride but the line of people was wrapped around the parking lot so we nixed the tourist attractions and kept driving through the mountains. Stopping at little old country stores and telling jokes with a whole bunch of laughter.
At the end of the mountain drive there is a turn off to the main road that takes us home and a whole host of cabin shaped stores and cafes. We pulled in since we've never been there only to discover that the cafe was closed, the play ground was gone, and the only stores open were a coffee shop that coudln't make coffee (machine was broke) and a couple of museum type boutiques.
Needless to say our day was full of unexpected turns and hilarious conversation but at some point the hubs said... "Do you realize we came all this way JUST to eat lunch"....
Well nooooo... "We actually came all this way for you to get off the Xbox for 5 minutes, the boy to get out of the house and us to spend some time together, in the end we had some pretty great laughs and that was worth the drive"
We realized that we couldn't exit the cabin place without taking a one way road around to the back of the complex and upon taking that corner we saw this in front of us:
It wasn't even raining and we saw the most beautiful rainbow. (the picture doesn't do justice)
I always say that seeing a Rainbow for me is my Mom sending a smile and boy did I need it... During the drive home, I spotted 7 more rainbows. SEVEN rainbows on a day with no rain...
The funniest thing is that we rarely drive that way home when we visit the mountains. And when we do, we have never ever stopped at that location nor would we have found ourselves delayed in the coffee shop with no coffee trying to find a bathroom to use. And we certainly wouldn't have ever driven around the back of those log cabins in the 20yrs we have lived here.
But yesterday we did, and there was a rainbow waiting for us. It was the most amazing feeling of warmth that I can't really explain. And a little reminder that everything is going to be OKAY!
First I posted about this crazy strength competition that I participated in. You can see that here!
Then I posted about the interesting chance encounter with a friend. You can see that here!
And now it is time to share the last hilarious detail of that day. Arm Wrestling!
Yes, I said Arm Wrestling!
The event after our strength competition was an Arm Wrestling one and we happened to be there in the same building. They had set up the table early for people to practice and a lot of our girls from the gym were pretending to arm wrestle when a man came up and said:
"Hey, there is $300 dollars on the line and we only have one female signed up for the competition today, if any of you want to compete against her, you could win $300"
Well our little fun at the table turned serious when we all tried to figure out how to arm wrestle properly. Every one of the ladies took me down so I decided not to enter. I knew if I didn't have a chance against them, I wouldn't have a chance against the master. But it was so fun!
Four of the ladies on our team said why the heck not? They signed up against the one lady that knew what she was doing.
Soon it was time for the Ref to announce the rules. DANG, who knew there were so many rules in arm wrestling. What seemed like an hour later, our girls were up. One by one the master took them down in seconds as if their arms were made of rubber. Until our strongest lady stepped up to the table and gave the master lady a run for her money. In fact she had to work so hard that she pulled her groin and hurt her shoulder but alas, she took the prize and all our girls took second, third, fourth and fifth.
Since they were the only females to compete, they all got metals and we had the best laugh out of it. Not sure I'd been that entertained in a long time.
As for the men? There seemed to be 100's and WOW did they have some gigantic arms. Pretty sure my entire body could find inside one of their arms. We didn't see them compete because it was time for lunch by then but I bet it was a great show.
And that rounds out the three part series of my Crazy Georgia Strength day.
And so that day that I ended up in the boonies of Georgia in a place that I'd never been for a competition that was totally outside of my comfort zone and something I never would have done any other time, something equally crazy happened.
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I got down to the wire and registered at the last minute then attended and completed the competition. After our portion was over, the arm wrestling competition started (for another post) and several of our girls signed up for it. (Not me). Which lead to a delay in our lunch plans. As in a really long delay!
When it was time for lunch, I suggested our coach ask the event organizers for a good local spot to eat. Coach ended up asking for them to join us. Which was super exciting. Not only for their dining company but knowing the guy was Vegan I figured he would pick a great spot.
Turns out he picked a Mexican restaurant and told everyone where to go. I followed his truck so I didn't get lost and we ended up at a different Mexican place than half our group. It seems there were two near by with similar names. After much debate, it was decided to stay at the nicely decorated restaurant where we had parked and everyone else joined a few minutes later.
Upon waiting quite a bit for a table we ended up in the very back of the restaurant.
Note: The place was divided in to separate rooms so that if you were in one section, you may not see people in other sections.
Now, why is all of that important to this post? Because in this strange restaurant in a strange town that I wasn't even supposed to be at in the exact section also eating a very late meal was a vegan CrossFitting Facebook friend that I'd never met who'd also been in that distant town running a race that day and eating lunch with her friends.
<cue another very long sentence>
She recognized me amongst our big CrossFit group and came over to say HI!!!
Seriously, how cool is that???
Sometimes life is just supposed to happen and this was one of those reminders that every moment, every decision, every thought has a purpose.
Things are happening every minute of every day that we may not understand but they are as real as a chance meeting in an odd location.
Or was it chance at all? Hmmmm!
I thought my child would have outgrown his advent ornament tree this year since he didn't want Silly Apple Pumpkin day either. But I was wrong.
And found out I was wrong the day before I was supposed to start the calendar. So I quickly went into action and made three paper craft ornaments that came out really cute for being last minute. But then decided I would follow my own book's advice this year and ask for help being that I had 22 ornaments still left to make.
So I asked the hubs if he would cut me a couple of wood medallions that I could turn in to ornaments. He said yes. I explained that I needed them quickly. He still said yes.
24hrs later there were no medallions so I took matters in to my own hands. I walked my happy butt in to the garage grabbed a wood stick and found a little hand-saw that looked just to be my size.
With the door cracked slightly so he was sure to hear me, I started sawing on that piece of wood....
"What the heck are you doing" I hear as he is running towards me like Speedy Gonzales. "That is a dry wall saw, you are going to dull my blade".
He takes the saw away, hangs it back up and walks back in to the house. Hmmm, OK then... "This should work".
I sat on the floor with his giant wood saw and started carving....
"What the heck are you doing now?" As he is running back in to the garage.
"I'm cutting this medallion for an ornament. You were too busy with your game so I'll take care of it. Think I have the right saw now"
"You aren't even doing it right" he balks "here give me that saw"
A few seconds later I had an ornament...
But the next day, I came home to all of those in the picture freshly cut to become ornaments of coolness.
Needless to say, asking for help didn't work so good... but....grabbing the wrong saw, worked perfectly. *smile*
As my Veg Kid grows in to a Veg Teen, he is really beginning to utilize his powers of: "I will do what I want because I already know everything there is to know"
The thing is, that he has several years before becoming a teen, but I will say that I'm incredibly proud of the young man he has become. Even when his choices aren't optimal, and his testing boundaries are at full swing, he is still a free spirited, strong willed, intelligent and amazing young man that I couldn't be prouder to call my son. All that stubbornness will keep him on the right track someday when he is up against tough decisions but as a parent there is a fine line between allowing disrespect and squashing his spirit too. A line that I'm working very hard to stay balanced on.
However, along this journey of parenthood we have hit a snag. He is too old for crafts, no longer likes the childhood activities that we used to participate in and would be perfectly happy for 10hrs with a video game in hand. Sadly his Dad continues to play video games too which makes my pull to the light side even more complicated.
It is my job to set boundaries, real life situations and consequences of those choices. Sure, I end up the bad guy sometimes but when my idea of consequence is an out of the house adventure day, life gets just a little more sweet.
Sometimes you just have to have alone time with your kid to put life in to perspective. I encourage every parent to make this a priority. When things seem out of hand, change the scenery. Put the phones and the computers down to just have some fun and get to know your children at each stage of their development. It isn't always about making sure they are cared for, sometimes it is just about showing them that you care.
Our Adventure day lead us to three rounds of putt-putt with more hole-in-ones than ever before. (I even won a free game) We had some arcade time, pretty views, a nice walk, beautiful Christmas decorations, an amazing lunch and kid approved shopping at a comic store.
Needless to say, it was a ton of fun and the weather was perfect for us. The best thing about our adventure days is that nothing is planned. We just wake up, check the weather situation and head out the door.
I really love our adventure days!!
When my Mom and her Husband died within a few weeks of each other, we made sure they were buried next to each other at the cemetery his family requested. Knowing that we would probably never go visit the burial sites but that his family would, we trusted them to pick their perfect spot.
Turned out to be a really nice space as far as grave yards go. With a beautiful view and shade trees but all in all it was still a cemetery and I'm just not a cemetery visiting kind of person.
Well burying them together had its perks. Like a companion memorial marker. It would save us all money to get just one marker, and would signify their unwavering, unconditional and sometimes what seemed to be irrational love for each other. The two of them literally lived and died for each other and nothing else made more sense than having their names engraved in stone to put closure to their lives on this earth.
But suddenly I got a picture in my inbox from the husband's family. The picture was of his grave marker, with a vase and flowers. Next to the marker would be my Mom's grassy spot with nothing marking her existence . Hmmm OK change of plans.... His marker did not so much signify his life or death but made his family happy and so it shall be.
This meant it was time to get our Mom's marker ordered and I'll tell you what.... Her stone was going to be SPECIAL!!! Even if none of us get to see it, when other people pass by her spot, she will bring a smile to their faces just like she did ours. But by golly there was going to be a stone. I couldn't stomach the thought of hers always being empty with only GPS coordinates to mark her territory. And so we began the process of designing her spot.
First we knew that she didn't like people knowing how old she was, so we didn't put her birth date. She hated her full name, and so we used her nicknames. "Mom, Grandma and NeeNee" is listed on the top.
She also didn't die, if you remember from those posts, she simply went out to lunch. Yes, she asked before she stopped breathing if she could have a change of clothes to go out to lunch with her friends. We joked that she had been out to lunch since 1969 and she snarled at us. That is one fond memory from her hospital bed. So when she took her last breath, we told her she could go out to lunch whenever she wanted now.
And so her stone doesn't say "died", it says:
"Out to lunch since Jan. 30, 2014"
And the bottom has her favorite quote from her favorite shirt:
"I live in my own little world but that is OK, they like me here"
The granite is the same color as her kitchen tile from her favorite house and the other color matches her old furniture.
So in the end it is ALL HER.... And she would have a huge smile on her face right now. I'm even posting about it here as some sort of closure to the process just how she would have wanted to read it.
Who knew someone going out to lunch was such an ordeal....
I hope your lunch is tasty Mom... We love you to pieces!
When I started CrossFit 2yrs ago, I never expected to get muscles, feel toned or see definition. I mean I'd been running for several years at that point and finally learned to like the body that I had. Sure, it still needed some help, but I was feeling confident and strong. Ha... so I thought....
Then after some workouts, I realized I would lean out or die. Leaning out seemed like a much better option. But to my surprise, parts of my body began to change. And eventually my whole body began to shift in a positive way as mentioned in prior Vegmom posts.
Well a couple of weeks ago, my brother sent me a tank top and asked if it fit:
I took that selfie and sent it to him. Said "Yup, it is snug but fits".... While loading it on to my computer the picture app tried to tag my shoulder as a second person. Made me laugh so hard that I suddenly had this body. But I wasn't the only one laughing. My brother, showed the picture to my dad.
And he said "If you are going to have muscles like that, you need a tattoo"
In order to keep things light and fun, I had my hubs draw me an anchor and "tattoo" my arm.
The top says "On Shore" which was a joke only my dad would understand. Needless to say, we all got a good laugh out of my Dad's response. (You kind of have to know my dad)
In the past couple of months, I've had people call me a beast (which is a compliment by the way), I've had a guy pull up at a red light in the car next to me and say "You sure are Pretty" through the car window (which was kind of creepy), I had someone mention that CrossFitters are too bulky, and told that girls aren't supposed to lift. I had someone suggest that I was getting leaner and looked stronger, while someone else mentioned I could get better if I ate a steak. I even had a stranger hand me a tootsie roll in the grocery store saying that they needed to keep me sweet (yup that was odd too).
But in all of the muscles forming, nice and not-so-nice comments that I have received, the best came from ME! And not how you would think!!
You see, in spite of all the body changes, my belly is still a squishy, scarred up mess from all the weight and scarring I gained while pregnant. No matter how small my pant sizes get, how great I feel, or how many muscles I build, that yucky stomach is still there. I like to call it my tiger stripes or battle scars. I earned them and they are mine. No matter how icky they would look to someone else (hence the reason I keep my shirt on at the gym) They are still a part of me. They are a part of my life. The part that helped define who I am today.
They are the lines that created my most important title of MOM.
So when my husband noticed my belly the other day and said "You know a doctor could fix that for you. All you need is this and this cut, and that pulled, then tightened here and here, it would be a simple procedure"
SERIOUSLY??????? After all the hours I have put in to redefining myself, THIS is the part he notices??Yeah, the old me would have felt so ashamed and hurt by those comments. My self esteem and body image pretty non-existent once upon a time, and that would have CRUSHED me. But the new me pushed his hand away from my beautiful squishy striped belly and said "Why would I need a doctor to fix it for me, my belly is perfect just the way it is!!!" I smiled and carried on with my day. IT WAS AWESOME!!!
I felt so amazing in that moment, so empowered by my response, it made me wish even more that every woman could look in the mirror and be happy with who is looking back. Squishy tiger stripes and all.
My brother once said to me, "You'll never be pretty, because you inherited our long foreheads, noses and you got Mom's odd shaped body"
But that is all what makes me ME... Just like everyone else has what makes them THEM...
What I have learned upon this journey is that some people will think I'm a beast, some will find beauty, some will find both but all that really matters is that when I look in the mirror, I'm happy with who is looking back.
And for me, that has been the absolute best part of this journey!!
So if you are a male reading this... Don't ever tell a woman she needs plastic surgery.. Trust me, that is the WRONG answer!
If you are a female reading this....NOTE: Don't ever let someone tell you that your body isn't good enough. If you don't like your body, do the work to change it, but don't ever ever ever let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough, EVER!!! Oh did I say EVER?
Sorry for the lack of posts. I have so much fun stuff to share and pictures too, but the Typepad app stopped working on my phone and that is where I was loading them from. Will see if I can get it fixed today.
In the mean time, I just had a little fun epiphany while filing my business paper work. I realized that the last time my Mom came to visit before her travels were cut short, was the week I discovered what the name of my company would be and also when I developed my mission statement, and felt the direction of my future coming in to place.
One thing that she and I did together was go shopping for office supplies. We stood in the midde of the store and She would laugh at me saying: "How do you know what you are going to need if you haven't started yet"
And I would reply:
"I have no idea what I'll need but I'd rather have it now and be ready, than get myself in a bind and wish I had something" You see most people have a business plan. I just had a dream.
She would humor me, and we walked around pondering what a successful CEO would have in their office. Files... Yes... A CEO would definitely have a file cabinet. But a green concious CEO would have recycled files to fill that cabinet, keep most stuff digital, and use less space. With that, we picked out a medium size file box and enough files to fill it up.
We came home, and sorted through all our many supplies, created tabs in my notebooks, filled out my calendars and set up that little file box. Since my plan was to have a portable office, I made sure that everything I purchased was easily portable.
The box was full of empty files waiting to be filled up. I explained to my Mom that I was going to "Act as If" and some day that box will be full of client information, business documents and training materials.
She humored me again, and we started putting little tabs on the empty files. Pretending what my future would hold.
I won't lie, there have been a lot of times through the last couple of years that I wondered if that box would ever get filled up. I would dread "filing" because it was a significant reminder of what is or isn't. There are times where I have doubted myself, my abilities, or allowed myself to feel crushed by the words of others. But those moments are short lived because if I kept in that place than I would have failed. And failure isn't an option when there are people in the world that need your help.
And so I act as if and keep moving forward with what feels right.
Today, I was filing a pile that I let get out of hand and realized my box was too full to add one more piece of paper. I now have a permanent grin on my face and I know my Mom does too.
While looking through the box, I see all the book and web articles I've participated in. The workshops, corporate wellness, group sessions and personal coaching I have done. I see the sign-up sheets and the sheer amount of people that I have been in contact with since I purchased that box and see my mission, passion and driving force in all its glory.
At IIN, we talked about the Ripple effect and how if you teach one person, how it ripples to their family and friends. By taking a gander at my little file box, this ripple has spread to thousands and I couldn't be happier.
Whether or not my business succeeds or folds at this point, there is no failure. My file box is full, it is time for a bigger box and bigger commitment to do what it takes to keep reaching more people.
Life is so good!!!
This week has been an interesting one emotionally, physically and mentally.
So when I saw this rainbow on our way home yesterday, I had to stop and get a picture.
My intention was to pull off in to a subdivision and snap the pic real quick then continue on my trek to our house. But someone pulled in behind me, so I couldn't just stop and take a picture. I turned right and so did that person... Great! So now I'm driving through this subdivision trying to find a place to turn around so I can get back to the main road and get a picture before it was gone.
But cars kept coming up behind me everytime I planned to do a u-turn. Apparently this was a very busy subdivision. At this point, I couldn't see the rainbow and was about to get lost when I found a corner that I could pull around in.
Smack dab in front of me was this beautiful rainbow. It was the brightest I'd ever seen, although the pictures don't do justice. And if you know about my Mom's leaving this world journey, you will know that when I see a rainbow, I must say hello to NeeNee... And so I did... Hi NeeNee..... I took a whole bunch of pictures, thinking I would get one to show the true beauty, to no avail.
Just then I noticed a guy on bike, riding towards my car and he must have been wondering why I was taking pictures of him. Veg and I got a good laugh out of the silliness. So I yelled out...."There is a rainbow behind you". Thinking he would look and understand why I was taking pictures, but he didn't seem to care so much.
Then we traveled onward to our own subdivision where the rainbow followed us.
Can you see the 3/4 heart in the trees? Totally not intentional but just perfect none-the-less.
The last month or so my hubs has decided to forego his Xbox in place of real life adventures. One of those was a "till bankrupt match" of Monopoly. It was serious, let me tell ya. (I won by the way)
But more exciting has been our outdoor adventures. Lots of them.... Last weekend, we were supposed to go for a nice drive to see a waterfall.
I had just finished a 5k race and my body was pretty spent after a hard week of workouts and coaching. Vegkid had a challenging athletic week as well including a hike the day before with a hurt toe at school.
So a nice drive with a calm walk to see something pretty was just what we all needed.
But then we arrived.... We walked around at the top of the waterfall and couldn't see too much. It was beautiful don't get me wrong, but the water where we were was low and pretty dried up that lead to the falls. That is when a man said "hey, have you been to the bottom?"
Well no... Hubs took this as a challenge and off we went to find the bottom. To some it may have been no big deal. But I was wearing slip on shoes and did I mention had just completed a 5k race so my legs were wobbly. I was hungry and thirsty and not prepared.
Veg to my surprise was all over this adventure and lead the way, which had my nerves completely unwound.
You see, it wasn't a trail with gravel or mulch or dirt.... Oh no!! It was ROCKS. Lots and lots of rocks with an incline of straight down. One missed step, one slip, one rock moving under foot and off you go down the side of a mountain. I was FREAKED out to say the least. Or as Veg said 1000 times. "Come on Mom, stop being a wuss"
There were points that I was climbing with both my hands and feet. It was pretty funny and thankfully we do not have that on video.
But at the bottom it was beautiful. Stopping in the middle was beautiful. Looking at the sky was beautiful.
It was such an awesome family. adventure. The pictures don't do justice but you can see the top, middle and bottom.
I'm glad we ran in to the man who challenged us to try the hike and I'm so thankful that my boys were up for the challenge even amongst my whining.
This week has been so amazing:
• We signed several new kids in to our CF Youth program and they LOVE it
• Many of my little athletes got their first unassisted pull-ups tonight
• 3 of our sunflowers bloomed and are so pretty
• A zucchini, tomato and cucumber are all growing in our garden pots. (After a whole season of loving on them, they decided to bloom)
• I found out my Vegkid is the only one who requests a peanut free lunch so that a class mate never has to sit alone at the allergy table. (So proud)
• Got to see Veg's curriculum and teacher in action. What a wonderful experience he is getting this year
• Found out Veg has been promoting CF to his school buddies
• Helped two people squash their migraines
• Have my business site redesigns almost done
• Hired the designer that will fix me up with a cool book cover
• Got my ebook formatting done and ready to fill in the content
• My adult coaching clients made some huge progress this week (which always makes me smile)
And sooo much more, from the beautiful sunsets, full rainbows, tasty new food tries and great conversations.
I have just loved this week and it is only Tuesday!!
Someone turned me in, on behalf of my company to be locked up for the Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA).
If you have never heard of this, I shall explain:
A real policeman in a real police car is supposed to pick you up at your place of work and take you to the pretend lock up facility where you are to make phone calls for bail money. Which is really a donation to send a kid to camp.
It is also a networking event where you can chatter with people and share business contacts.
I ended up driving myself in, (no police car) and no one to call to raise money. So I went out to social media and begged. With a little bit of my own donations, helping someone at my table count her money, and a little bit of networking, I felt comfortable leaving.
But not before getting a mug shot!
I saw something recently that said "We don't turn grey, we sparkle"
Or something like that. Well I notice with a healthy diet and no smoking in our house my greying process has happened much much slower than the other woman in my family. But every once in a while I find that little strand sticking up in the middle of my head.
Honestly I won't mind when the hair color starts to shift, I'll look like it is naturally frosted. Or so I tell myself. Yup, I haven't used dyes to change my hair color yet and don't plan on it in the future.
Then again, I only wear make-up once a year, haven't used a hair dryer since the 80's, and don't polish my nails either. So take the no hair dye thing for what it's worth.
Which brings me to the reason for this post. Those once in a while sticky uppies... If the hair is going to turn grey, could it lie down flat like the rest? I don't mind that it is there, but seriously, does it have to pop up like little antennas trying to find planet hairspray?
At what point when I'm sleeping does a little follicle say: "Yeah, put it right here in the front and then make it really thick so that it stands tall against all the other hair and immune to the works of a hair brush"?
Ah I digress! While using dyes won't happen, I'm totally becoming friendly with the tweezers.
Why do people say "A piece of cake is to die for" <or insert food of choice> as if it is an amazing thing.
Who wants to die over a piece of cake? It seems we would want to eat foods that are to live for.
I started dancing while putting the laundry away and Veg decided to join me.
He was all break dancing 80's style to modern country music. And man that boy has some moves. But to country music? Hilarious!!
Best laundry party EVER!!
When my Mom would get bad news about her cancer I wouldn't give her a fight speech. Instead I told her to live with what ever time she had in the best way she could and that none of us are going to live forever.
I told her that we had the best of both worlds. If she got to live here longer than she could spend more time with us on earth but if she went off to the clouds and the rainbows, then she would be with us always.
So whether it was 6 months or 20 more years that she lived with the cancer inside her, I told her to just LIVE. Enjoy every new morning, every site and smell and each good moment that she wasn't hurting. Treasure those and be thankful for all the time she has had in life and will have going forward.
And frankly I don't think we need cancer to hear that message. Too many people going though the motions day in and day out doing what is expected instead of what they enjoy and they forget to live.
I always joked with her too that when it was her time to go be with the rainbows that she better send me some with a pot of gold.
Sometimes now when it is raining plus sunny, I run out to look for a rainbow and when I don't see one, I figure she is busy showing them to other people. *smile*
But when it is not raining AT ALL, the sky is clear and a rainbow appears, well THAT is when I know she is just saying Hi to me.
Now that pot of gold is still up for grabs....
When trying on the shirt for $12 from yesterday's post, I decided to try on a pair of Bermuda shorts too.
Just for funsies I grabbed the next size down to see if they would fit. While they were definitely snug, I could slide them on no problem AND zip/button them too.
It was one of those moments when you feel like giving yourself a high five for accomplishing the unthinkable but you don't really do that because people might find that quite strange.
Yeah this size....
If you know me than you know that I REALLY loved my Mini Cooper. I spent so much time in that car. It kept us safe in tornado conditions, white outs, icy conditions and everything in between during travels to and fro. I put at least 200 miles on it most days, use it as a mobile office and drive EVERY where!
That car has been to Washington DC, South Carolina, Georgia, Michigan and every state in route to those places. Multiple times.
IT FIT Me!!! Every feature, every little circle design element, the whole car just FIT me. We could get something as big as a Ping pong table in it, all our luggage for a two week trip and a set of golf clubs too. There was absolutely Nothing about that car that I didn't like.
So I go to the dealership for it's maintenance appt. And a sales guy is waiting for me. "I knew the shpeal, I'd heard it before". So I looked right at him and said as nicely as possible:
"I know what you are going to say and I'm not interested. I love my car and don't need a new one so don't waste your time"
For two hours he came back with offers, choices, questions. And my answer was the same:
"You should really stop putting all this time in to this because I do not want or need a new car"
I called him out on several "un-truths"... It became a comical exchange on both of our behalf because at no point did I intend to get another car and at every point did he intend for me to purchase one.
3hrs later, 20 different offers, a headache, and a huge financial savings, I ended up with a new car.
This girl has stripes, she looks beautiful!
But she was ordered and when she arrived, I discovered that she was missing a ton of features. She was boring in comparison, a step down from the fun that was my other Mini.
I told myself that if I was supposed to get rid of the 70,000 miler, than it would work out to where I wouldn't have a choice.
Well, when you do the math and discover savings on payments, insurance, warranty and service, the answer was a no-brainer.
What I didn't consider was that the newer car with only 4 miles on it was lacking all the basics that my other had and how absolutely spoiled I had become with those features.
This is one of very few decisions that had me following my pocket book instead of my gut. I know it was likely meant to be. The other car needed some repairs that I couldn't afford anyway. But it was the first time EVER that I realized how attached I could get to a silly car.
Now my new girl has stripes. We will get to know each other and travel the roads of this fine country. But I'll always have a special place in my memory bank for my first Mini.
Wow, life sure does change with just little bits of time passing.
Since I last posted:
Veg officially became a Middle Schooler, I've completed two corporate wellness initiatives, Turned 41, learned to play golf (she says with a snicker), went on two hikes, completed an insane Memorial workout, got a new car and started a youth program that has been AMAZING!!!
And it has only been a couple of weeks since I last posted.
"Life happens pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while you could miss it" ~Ferris Bueller
I've had so many people tell me what I should or shouldn't feel since my Mom took her ride on the Angel train. But I'll tell you what I feel....ALIVE!!!!
And she would be too happy about that!!