Put some SPRING into your squat!

It’s time to say YES to your own fitness and well-being! You’ve been waiting all winter, NOW you’re ready to start moving and feeling great about yourself! Join me in my Fitness Challenge starting on May 9th, 2017 as we develop healthy exercise and nutrition habits that will help you reinvent your body and rejuvenate your life.
The Challenge Group involves one-on-one on-line coaching plus accountability and motivation. You will learn how to create portion-controlled meals that don’t leave you feeling deprived, follow an exercise program that suits your needs, and be able to work out where and when it works for your schedule for an entire year of video-streaming access. You will also receive a nourishing super-food Shake to boost your energy and fuel your progress, plus portion control containers that make meal planning simple. ALL THIS for .50c a day! Message me for details, and put some SPRING into your squat!

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Start it NOW!

Do it NOW!

If you don’t do it now, this time next week you will be sad that you didn’t START doing it NOW because by next week you would have had an entire week of doing IT and you would be a CHAMPION instead of being a Not Doing It Now Regrettor of Many Things.

Are there things you already regret not starting? Things you could be finished by now, or things that might have reinvented your body, your life, your happiness?

I realized today, splitting wood, that if you don’t start it now, it just isn’t going to get done! Wood splitting is hard (except that I use an electric splitter, but the stacking is hard, and like, splinters) and tedious and takes forever, but you just put one log before the other and before you know it… done. If I start NOW, it will be done by winter. What a great idea!

I started my fitness journey in January. It’s been four months, and today I worked out OUTSIDE. It was glorious! In January, not only was it impossible to workout outside, I also wasn’t able to make it all the way through some of my workout videos. Today? I made a video. Of me. Working out.

That would have been an impossibility four months ago. NO ONE was allowed to see me working out four months ago! (Really, no one should STILL see me, but I’m throwing caution the wind, with jazzy music, and moving with incredibly superhuman speed so there is no stopping me!) I’m so glad I started, instead of waiting to be brave enough, or free enough, or ready enough… I have four months under my belt instead of wishing I had started four months ago!

What is your “it” that you want to start?

Whatever it is… start now! Fitness, a new hobby, a new skill… whatever your THING is that you are pondering… what are you waiting for?

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Fifty is the new forty… right?

“With a lifetime of experience at my feet, and a feeling that I have just barely begun at my fingertips, I’m looking around myself and wondering… what next?”

Why is it so hard? (…said no fifty-year-old woman, ever.)

(Bahahaha! Sorry. I can’t help it. I work with fifteen year olds, OK? I once said, to a grade 10 Art class of mostly boys: “It’s just paper maché paste… get in there and get your fingers wet. Don’t be afraid to get dirty!”. You can imagine the chaos. It’s a miracle I’ve haven’t been fired yet.)

Why is it so hard to know what it is that you want to do?

We urge our kids to make a decision and make a choice and move in the right direction of their chosen future… but how are they supposed to know what they want, when we barely know what we want, and we’ve been alive half a century?

Am I alone here?

Am I alone in constantly wondering what it is that I’m looking for, or is this normal? Am I the only fifty-year-old-empty-nesting-divorced-woman who looks around at her noisy-yet-purposeful-and-well-ordered life and wonders… what the fuck?

I am a teacher. That is the profession that I have committed decades and degrees and dedication to developing. And I love it. Mostly.

I fell into it.

I wanted to be an archaeologist. I wanted to travel the world and dig up lost civilizations, until I had one child and then another (and another and another!) and I realized that King Tut wouldn’t appreciate being cast as a pale second to hockey games and gymnastics practice… and I changed my major to English and I volunteered in my kids’ classes and I earned my BEd at the age of 35… and I love my job.

I do.

But is it what I was meant to do?

Sometimes I’m a good teacher, sometimes I suck.

Sometimes I feel I made the right choice, sometimes I wonder how I will ever survive the next ten years ‘til retirement.

When my children were young, they consumed my life. I miss that focused dedication, that sense that this is what I was meant to do. I loved raising my babies, all the mistakes and bad choices notwithstanding… I will never say I was a great parent, I erred continuously, but all I wanted was their health and well-being, and that unconditional love and focus and effort was my unquestioned purpose during those years.

Now I’m fifty.

Now my kids are grown.

Now what do I do?

Two of my children have found their passion, and are following their bliss with determination and focus… two of my children are still searching. I am with them. I am searching for my next focus, my next passion. It is so hard to watch your children search for their life’s work… they need education, they need experience, they need the dedication to see it through… and you want to just wrap it all up in a neat bundle for them and say: “Here. Here is what you need, my darling. I love you eternally, you amazing person, you!”

I wish someone would do that for me.

At fifty.

With a lifetime of experience at my feet, and a feeling that I have just barely begun at my fingertips, I’m looking around myself and wondering… what next?

I am a teacher, I am an author (ha!), I am an artist (ha, ha!) and now I am a Beachbody coach (har dee har har!)… I am still searching.

I want so much to do… something!

If you are also searching… follow me on my journey as I explore fitness and health and how to stop drinking red wine every day…

Fifty is the new Forty, right?

What does that even mean? I want more from every moment… I just have to decide what that is!

Right now… it’s my fitness, my health, reclaiming my old body and making it work. I’m excited about my fitness journey, but I’m still searching…

Are you….?

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Focus your intention

There’s a paradox in the starting of a fitness routine.

It only takes a little bit of time… but you have to fight to squeeze it in.

You have to want to start it… but you have to really want to keep going.

It’ll make you feel better… but it’s gonna hurt to get there.

So… it’s easy, but it’s hard.

Why can’t it just be easy, painless and quick instead of hard, ouch-y and slow?

Fitness programs are successful when you are ready to be a success doing them. I have spent the last several years wishing to be fitter, planning to exercise, thinking about losing weight… and indulging in sporadic fitness adventures that fizzled before I really saw any results. I tried Weight Watchers but it didn’t excite me enough to stick with it. I kayaked until the black flies got too bad. I biked until my ipod died. I cut out wine… for two days.

I wasn’t ready.

I didn’t want it badly enough.

I couldn’t maintain my good intentions because I was focused on it being easy and quick, instead of becoming an enduring part of my daily habit.

“Weight loss doesn’t begin in the gym with a dumb bell;                                                                      it starts in your head with a decision.”
– Toni Sorenson

It’s been really hard for me to start… and now I can’t stop! My internet died the other day in the middle of one of my streaming workout videos and I was wild! I’m getting out of bed twenty minutes earlier (4:40 in the am, people. Try it! It’s awesome!) so I can squeeze in two half hour videos before work. I’m planning my day around being able to get out to walk, or bike… pushing supper later, spending less time online… and fitness has become my routine, on a daily basis. It wasn’t easy to get here, but the more I focus my intention on my own wellness the more motivated I am to get it done.

One of my favorite Beachbody videos starts with that imperative… Focus your Intention. Remember why you started. What is it that you want? I’m finding that this idea motivates me through my day as well as through my workout. When I focus my intention for the day, I feel successful, I feel powerful, I feel motivated.

What do I want?

How am I going to get there?

When my intention is clear, my effort becomes second nature.

Focus your intention, and go for it!

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I refuse to be defined by my uterus!

How can I possibly be a Beachbody Coach… I don’t have a Beachbody body! I have sagging bits, and lumpy bits, and bits that wobble. I haven’t worn a bikini since I was fourteen. Hells, I haven’t worn a bathing suit for ten years! Swimming? Shorts and bra and tank top. Weird, but it protects the innocent. No one needs to see that. Right?

WELL.

Here we are.

I am fifty. I’m a high school teacher, a mother of four, happily divorced, and struggling with the spectre of menopause on the horizon. Have you noticed, as soon as you approach a certain age, that anytime you mention that you’re tired, or cranky, or hot, or sad your well-meaning friends immediately leap to blame the Meno? Perimenopause, Menopause, Post-Menopause…it’s as if, once we cross the threshold of middle age, we are defined by our ovaries and we’re powerless to overcome the chaos that is our destiny… well, I say… NO.

A resounding NO.

Over the last few years I have become… tired. I get sad easily. I get hurt easily, emotionally and physically. I’ve steadily gained weight, not oppressively, but steadily. Probably five pounds a year. Once upon a time, I could pick up an aerobics class, or increase my walking and I would notice the change in my body. Used to be, I didn’t have to work very hard to stay moderately healthy. Those days are over. I have fat where fat has never been before. I can feel the bulge under my arms, my lower back jiggles when I walk, my thighs rub together and my boobs each weigh as much as my weiner dog. And these physical changes directly affect my emotional well-being. I don’t want to go out, I don’t want to dress nicely, I expect people to not like me. I anticipate failing at my various endeavors, because… I suck. Look at me! I’m a lumpy middle-aged woman with wattles and an aching cervix! How can anyone possibly like me?

Well, I say… NO.

I refuse to spend the last half of my life… yes, HALF, that’s a lot of years, people… being a victim of my own deficiencies. I REFUSE to allow menopause to turn me into a person I don’t recognize. Having spent thirty years raising my children and caring for my family, I am now going to take care of my body and my brain so I can enjoy my adult children actively instead of from behind a wine bottle, propped up on the sofa, crocheting dishcloths and complaining because the chips are too far to reach.

Enter: Beachbody.

Three months in, I’ve lost fifteen pounds and fourteen inches.  I’ve gone from dreading starting the 30-minute video exercises, to looking forward to them and doing TWO videos a day. I’ve gone from barely managing to shuffle my way through the 21 Day Fix modified (thank you Kat-On-My-Right, you awesome thing you!) to shuffling my way through 21 Day Fix Extreme with uncoordinated forays into Core de Force and PiYo.

Am I still jiggling? Yes.

Am I still having periods that drain my life essence like the Niagra unleashed? Yes.

Am I still sore after every workout? Yes.

But I’m so much happier! I am dealing with stress and anxiety so much better. I am wearing clothes that fit and getting compliments on my appearance. I am feeling alive and engaged and eager to see what else I can do. My Love has told me that my ass is smaller!

And I know I’m not alone.

I’m betting there are others like me out there wobbling a weary path to the snack aisle and hating themselves for it.

Getting older as a woman doesn’t have to be like that. It can be different. You can be different.

Are you, me?

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