Day 2 of my P3 Challenge. For those who are late to the party, P3= Personal Potential Project. My "take-care-of-me", build-some-new-dreams, conquer-the-world project. Not exaggerating. :)
-Compliment a stranger: This is a carry over from yesterday because I got LAZY and forgot. (No excuse). Why? Because it makes me feel good to know someone smiled because of me. It's easy, it's free. Why NOT?
- Get inspired (well... more inspired. As a whole, I've been pretty lit up lately!)
Mission: Compliment a Stranger.
Accomplished? Yes! So, funny story. This woman IS a stranger, but I've seen her a few times waiting for the elevator in the garage at work. She's one of those women who looks like she rolled out of a Nordstroms. She ALWAYS looks so put together, and she's beautiful, on top of that. I've never really said anything to her, other than Good Morning, but have thought several times how much I liked her outfit, etc. So, today, I told her so. I said, "I love your outfit... I mean, everytime I see you you are just SO put together." And this Carrie Bradshaw-esque superwoman that I had imagined to have a personal wardrobe consultant at her disposal, looked up at me almost sheepishly and said, "Oh, gosh..thanks. By the end of the day, I just feel so frazzled...And I really need to get my hair cut". WHAT? Superwoman has insecurities? Who knew? I reassured her, of course, that she looked perfect. I think she felt better, and I felt better knowing that even though she looked like superwoman, she still has chinks in her armor. Phew.
Mission: Eat Clean
Accomplished? Indeed! I neglected to tell you yesterday about all the supplements I take. As I mentioned, I do NOT eat breakfast. It's an intermittent fasting thing. I could explain it, but I wouldn't do it well. Read about it more here. I do, in the morning, take a kelp supplement to support my thyroid (I'm NOT hypothyroid, but like to give it all the help it will allow!), I take a Probiotic (did you see THIS study? intriguing, if nothing else). I also take a Rodiola. A who/what? A rodiola: It's an herbal supplement that has been shown to reduce the cortisol your body releases when responding to stress. When is cortisol release at its highest? 7:00 am and anytime you're physically taxing your body. So I tend to take a Rodiola when I wake up around 6:15, and 30 minutes or so before my workout (if I remember).
At 12:00 (later than usual) I broke for lunch and had a salad with lots of chicken (as you can see), balsamic vinaigrette, tons of greens, some dried cranberries and a teeny touch of gorgonzola cheese. It was delicious. I had a meeting at work and managed to walk away from the piles of sandwiches, pasta salad and sweets unscathed, so I'm calling it a win!
Nutritionally, here's how today broke down:
As you can see, it was around the same calories, but a bit lower carb and MUCH higher protein (which is good.. my protein tends to lag behind where it should be). My workout didn't call for Carbs the way last night did (although at times it felt like it). Good choices were made. :)
For those of you that want in on my awesome asparagus recipe (and it IS awesome), check out my first recipe video below.... (Please excuse my disgusting, sweaty pony tail and no makeup. A full-time working mom only has so much time in the day, and mine happens to be after I've gone running... Ah, well.)
Mission: Workout Hard
Accomplished? Felt like it. Dear. God. Did it feel like it. Whenever running is programmed- no matter how much or how little, I sincerely want to call in sick. Mental road block. Here's what today looked like:
Yeah, no... "Nancy", as we call this WOD, is a biatch. We warmed up then did the 1x1x1 (etc) movement of power snatch, hang power snatch and Overhead squats. I only got through 2.5 rounds of Nancy, before I thought my legs or my shoulder would buckle. I kept repeating to myself through my running (which I hate) that I would need to blog about this, and wanted to give it my all so I could WRITE I gave it my all.
I felt OK about my WOD today, given that I truly suck at running. (I mean, I mentally suck. Physically, too...but I really beat myself up about my speed, my stamina, etc).
Getting this text from my coach was incredibly uplifting. Yesterday I felt great about my workout...today, just by default of the movements, I wouldn't sum it up as great. That makes encouragement 10 times more important and 10 times more valuable.
I know I have (and will continue) to sound like a broken record, but the power of community and support cannot be overestimated when building yourself as an athlete. Ours is the most incredible community I could imagine being a part of. You should try it. (click on any of the purple links to visit the gym page)
Mission: Get Inspired
Achieved? Ohmygod, yes. So, in a promised effort to be 100% authentic and almost annoyingly-honest, I'll tell y'all that I have the most kick-ass therapist in the world, and our session today was invigorating, awakening...exciting. Like, really. And this is coming from someone who had no use for therapy 2 months ago. But, things beyond my body were starting to come to a rolling boil in my life, and I just felt gone. Deflated. Disconnected. Twisted and tied and trapped. A friend's positive experience with a therapist inspired me to find my own. All I can say is this: EVERY single adult on the face of this earth should go to a therapist as often as possible. If you think you wouldn't benefit from one, it's because you haven't gone, or you haven't found the right one.
Our lives are so over-saturated with crap, opinions, people, technology, rules, media, that I'm pretty sure we're all slowly going crazy. Do I mean we're all going off the deep end? Nope. I mean, a different kind of crazy. The kind where you die inside, and you don't even notice...Or worse- the kind where you die inside and you DO notice, and it's ok.
I decided dying inside isn't an option for me. Not at 28. Hopefully not ever. I realized when I started saying things to friends like, "Well, maybe in my NEXT life..." shit had really hit the fan. Who succumbs to a reality they don't want in their 20s? What are we? Martyrs? Please. That's never been me, and it was quickly becoming my point of view. Screw. That.
So, I found my therapist and I couldn't have dreamed up a better fit. What started as centering around my relationships and circumstances has evolved into centering around what I've given up in the name of growing up. I've self-imposed so many truncations on my life that I've forgotten I'm naturally a dream-bigger, love-deeper, live-harder kinda gal. Suddenly, my life forecast is hazy, lukewarm and partly cloudy? Um. No thanks.
I've always been self-sufficient, independent and ambitious. I also always thought my accomplishments had to be done solo to mean anything. How crazy am I? Through my Crossfit community/family, new friends, and my therapist, I feel like I'm building the most bad-ass army of support warriors I could find. Because the truth is: I'm going to forget all of this awesome stuff that right now is at the forefront of my mind. I'm going to have days where my platinum passion dulls and I need someone to look at me, tell me to get myself together and keep my eye on my prize(s). I haven't done the research, but I'd be willing to put significant amounts of money on the idea that NO successful person has gotten to where they are without a dream team behind them. Whether that's family, or a therapist, or a church, or some other group, or all of the above, the power of people is not to be underestimated in the journey to find the power of yourself.
So, what are you guys thinking about all this? Leave me some comments, and join my newsletter list to stay up to date on all the details. I'm hoping my honesty is inspiring some serious, game-changing action in your own life.
Lots of love and excitement and life fuel heading to each and everyone of you (because, let's face it, you can't do it alone ;) )