If Only

If Only
If Only

Regret can be a beast. It can consume a person. “If only. ” Think about it–our athletes, politicians, employers, employees, teachers, police officers, first responders, parents, siblings, children, friends and more–all have had moments they wish they had a “do over.” Even the Star Wars Storm Trooper probably had a moment of reflection mixed with regret. And, heck, they aren’t even human! My point? We all generally do the very best we can with the knowledge we have at the moment. That said, what do we do with those moments that beckon; if only?

If only…if only I had been a better student in high school. If only I had focused and created better study habits. What would my professional career had been. If only….

If only…if only I had tried harder in sports. If only I had treated practice more as preparation for the big game day than an excuse to fluff off. If only I had shown up to each practice and given it everything I had instead of being bitter cuz I was benched during last week’s game. If only…

If only I had dated better in high school and/or college. If only I had taken the time to truly interview the person who was applying for the role of my partner. If only I had taken the time to truly scrutinize and determine what qualifications my partner NEEDED to have prior to allowing them full access to my life. To my heart. To my future. If only…

If only…I had applied myself more at my last job. If I’d have shown up on time, worked a full day, not gossiped, and paid attention to the training I received I might have been able to keep the job. If only…

“If only” moments happen to all of us in one form or another. I imagine when American rapper, song writer, and producer Eminem takes the stage, when Dallas Cowboys Quarterback Tony Romo takes a field, when U.S. President Obama takes the podium, when US Olympian swimmer Michael Phelps takes the water, when fire fighters don their gear in the middle of a night and unite at a blaze, when police officers respond to a domestic dispute at a home and children are present….I imagine they all have their best plan in place. They all have their best game face on. And, I hazard a guess: when they’re done, they all have their own level of regret. Their own level of “if only.” The point is that life is NOT perfect. It is incredibly messy. It is haphazard and we’re often thrown into the position of choosing the blue pill/red pill much like in the movie Matrix where we’re presented with an impossible choice and expected to make the right choice the first time around.

At the beginning and end of any day, life is meant to be messy. Life is meant to be lived. It is meant to be riddled with mistakes, errors, and moments where participants scratch their head in wonder of, “Why did I do that?!?!?” Life is not meant to be perfect. It’s meant to be colorful. It’s meant to be emotional. It’s meant to be unique. MOST OF ALL…LIFE IS MEANT TO BE LIVED. Not existed. Not tolerated. LIVED.   Go out there and grab what you want with the passion a child clutches a recently found but formerly lost favorite stuffed animal. Life is meant to be LIVED. So…to hell with the “if only” and embrace the concept, “I’m gonna try…”

Instead of being paralyzed by, “if only” be enabled and freed by “I tried.”Spending our time and energy trying to think inside the box, trying to be what the world thinks we should, trying to take our own personal dreams and goals and forcing them into the back seat cuz they may offend someone is just downright silly. In the words of Eminem in his song Lose Yourself (explicit);

 

“You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime.”

 

My point? LIFE IS MEANT TO BE LIVED. Go out and mess it all up. Go out and do it perfectly. Whatever. JUST GO LIVE IT!!! My Great-Aunt lived to about 93 years of age–and did so without regret. Does that mean she didn’t royally jack some stuff up? HECK NO!!! Her mistakes topped the charts for some. She was an amazing woman that I loved, honored, respected and emulated. And (holy cats) she was human. She made so many “mistakes” in her life but, at the end of her life, she was satisfied. She didn’t bemoan what didn’t work–she celebrated what DID.  That is my wish for you.

Often, at the end of any day, we focus on the risks we didn’t take. The chances we passed over. Allow me to hand you a hall pass to life wherein you just go after it and live you life to its fullest–to the utter dismay and undulated joy of those around you. Think about it–you’re living you life for you. GO LIVE IT.

Taming my Ego is a bigger task than I thought it would be.

Taming the Ego is a BEAST

My ego kills me every time. And, the kicker of it is I used to think I didn’t have an ego to battle. I mean, not really. I figured since I wasn’t an ego maniac that meant that I didn’t have the troubles that many did. WRONG. Then, with some pushing from my Beachbody peeps,  I attended a Dani Johnson event and my ego

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Commitment. Triathlon in Traverse City MI

Me with my boys after last year's triathlon
Me with my boys after last year’s triathlon

DANG IT!!! I did it again. I committed to doing the Traverse City Triathlon then decided I wasn’t going to do it. Then, at the last minute, decided I was going to do it. This would be fine if I was talking about a commitment to mow the lawn, volunteer at a soup kitchen, or recycle every week. Not so much when the commitment is a triathlon. Yet, that’s what I did.

I am a pusher. I challenge people. I get them to do crap they normally wouldn’t do because…let’s face it…we’re all a bunch of insecure chickens at heart. We typically talk ourselves out of doing something long before we’ve even attempted to try it. I believe in you. I know you can do more (and yes, I mean you) than

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Success is a journey

 

People often look at successful people and think they live a blessed life, lucked into success, or that success was given to them. It’s easy to look at a financially fit person and determine they came from money. It’s common to look at a physically fit person and determine it’s their genes that make them that way. Without knowing better, we can look at a successful marriage and say they don’t have the troubles that we have communicating.

Myth. Myth. Myth.

Success in anything…

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Body Beast: Legs Day 2. Focus on the blessings

Man I woke up grumpy and this is tough for me right now. I’m brand new into Body Beast (a weight training program that is designed to add mass~READ: very little cardio~ and I use cardio to work through my emotions) and I needed an attitude adjustment. BIG TIME. With no cardio to turn to and left to doing Body Beast: Legs; I was skeptical at best.

Turns out…it worked!!!! I was a sweaty mess and was sooooooo focused on my form and lifting heavy that it allowed the stress to go find someone else to bug (sorry if it was you) and I finished feeling energized and ready to take on my week. What a wonderful surprise! The Legs workout pushed me and pushed me hard. It got me to lift heavy. That said, PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR FORM. It’s easy to lift too much with bad form and injure yourself (very bad). If needed, go lighter on your first round of Legs to make sure your form is perfect.

My nutrition? Yeah…struggling like I thought I would. That’s a whole lot of food to eat (approximately 3,000 calories) in a day and I’m a lifelong meal skipper. YOWZA. What a challenge!!! I’m at least feeling hungry–so I got that going for me. Normally, I don’t feel hungry. No…I’m not super human…I’ve taught my body how to starve itself :/ Firing up my metabolism will help me much.

My takeaway as I spent time weaving through my grumpiness…count my blessings. Were there things wrong in my life? Yep. Absolutely. But there were also things that were amazingly wonderful, too. If I allow the crap to pile up on top of what’s good–I’m losing out. So, I force myself to pull the blessings up and out–put them at the top of my list of things to be thankful for–and smile.

Oh–and there is no estrogen in this program. Anywhere. Period. It’s a bunch of men BEASTING UP. It’s totally odd–and I love it. I don’t stare at the TV in awe of the perfect Barbie Doll figures and compare myself in an unhealthy way. I merely try to mirror their form and do my best to UNLEASH IT!

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Why in the Heck I am doing Body Beast


Why in the heck is a 41-year-old mom of two boys doing Body Beast? Great question…it took me  a while to get to an answer. You see, my adult life I’ve been fascinated with weight lifting, body building, and watching people change their shape. Since I found Beachbody in 2005, I’ve learned to push myself and see what I’m made of–time and again. After doing P90X, then ChaLEAN Extreme, then Turbo Fire (as well as “dabbling” in countless other programs along the way) one thing I know for sure: I can do more than I ever thought I could.

I’m good at self-doubt. An expert self-loather. That said, really getting serious about ME (both my mental and physical health) opened a LOT of doors in my mind. Whereas before the space in my brain was pretty dark–I’ve learned that I’m in control of the dimmer switch and can let some light in. Gradually over time, I’ve pushed myself out of my comfort zone time and a time and time and time again and live in a much sunnier space. These slight shifts-subtle changes over time–have given me a new spirit. A confidence I’ve never had before. Will I blow you away with my results? I dunno. But I’m gonna blow myself away with my efforts.

My biggest pending challenge will NOT be tossing the weights around.

It’s going to be…(click continue reading to keep going)

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