It just feels right

I happily suffer from AAD (Adult Athletic Disorder) and have spent countless hours in the gym as a participant staring up (usually in awe) at the amazing people on display stage who gave me the tools to transform my life. I decided to take a huge leap of faith and become one of those people that I admire and  got certified as an indoor cycling instructor. I wasn't quite sure what I was in for and honestly I was a little bit scared and a lot intimidated. But I knew that I had to do it. It is time to pay it forward. It is time to motivate, inspire and encourage other people to find their own "muchness."  I took my classes, I read my books, I took my tests, and when I listen to music now it has taken on a whole new meaning, ie...this would be a great sprint, hill, interval, mountain, etc.

I'm just going to cut to the chase. This arrived today. It was only fitting that it came TODAY, because today was the day that I went on the instructor stage. No, I didn't teach a class, but I put on the mic, I sat on the bike with the mic, I played with the speaker, music, lights, etc...and it didn't feel weird at all. It felt, well, it felt right.

I started this journey 4 years ago because of MY three little birds and I know that I am on the right path, and that every little thing is going to be all right.

 

'Twas the Day After Christmas

 

Author Unknown

Adapted by Jenny Hodges

‘Twas the day after Christmas, I rolled out of bed

 And realized I had a few pounds to shed.

 My favorite jeans, in my dresser did lay.

 In hopes I could wear them again one day.

  When up in my bathroom there arose such a clatter.

 The hubby came up to see what was the matter.

 I had stepped on the scale and it began to quake,

 Wondering what had happened, for goodness sake.

 The cookies had settled onto my thighs

 Not to mention the cheesecake and pecan pies.

 The homemade macaroni and cheese

 And seconds of delicious sweet and sour meatballs, please.

 I looked out the window at the fallen snow

 Knowing just where I had to go.

So into my gym clothes I squeezed my butt

 And off to workout to get out of this rut.

 I hopped on the spinning bike, no time to waste

 And thought of more ways to motivate.

 I thought of the treats I ate without shame

 And whistled and shouted and called them by name:

 Now cookies!  Now chocolate!

Now crackers and cheese!

 Off of my thighs and my waist pretty please!

 To the wine and the beer

And ice cream , et al.

 Now dash away! Dash away!

 Dash away all!

 And then, in a twinkling, I heard with each huff,

 My drive growing stronger, with each little puff.

 I knew it was time to turn bad habits around

 Because summer would be here soon with a bound.

 So for the new year I made a promise to me

 To take care of my health and take care of my body.

 To exercise harder and try to eat clean

 So come summertime, I’m strong and I’m lean.

 And my wish for you all, is a healthier you,

 To reach all your goals and happiness too!

 I hope you all had an amazing Holiday season! In my mind it is OFFICIALLY over!! All junk food (well, as junky as we get, which really is not too bad at all LOL) has been removed from our house, and we are fully back on plan!

Are you thinking about what you'd like to accomplish in 2013? Is it fitness related? Diet? Financial? I'll share my goals for 2013 on FRIDAY when we sit down and have our weekly Come to Jesus discussion. Talk to you soon!! 

 

The Great Santa Debate: What do you tell your kids?

Christmas Eve is nearly upon us and my kids are filled with glee (and busy cleaning their rooms to make space for their new toys) and excitement about "Santa" coming to visit tonight.

I know I've mentioned before that my kids are still young. They are 6, 7, and 8. But they don't "believe" in Santa. Never have. My husband and I had "the talk" about Santa, Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, etc., when I was pregnant with our oldest. He was pretty adamant that we didn't lie to the kids. We went back and forth on this for a while. I felt that Santa, etc., was part of American mythology and I wanted to pass on that tradition to our kids. But then I remembered quite vividly the instance when I knew Santa wasn't real and I can remember those feelings of "wow, he's not real" and how sad I felt. Remembering those feelings, I decided that my husband was right and I agreed that we'd not do the whole "Santa thing."  I have never ever said to my kids, "SANTA IS NOT REAL."  Rather, I've said, "some people believe in Santa, and some people don't, and you get to believe whatever you want.”  This gives them the control to make up their own minds and it also gives them a tool to handle tricky discussions with friends who are adamant that Santa is real.

Rather than Christmas being about Santa, we embraced the festivity, our elf Elvis, family, friends, great food, cookies, presents and cold weather (well, as cold as it gets in Florida) and the FEELING of a new year approaching and that anything is possible if you BELIEVE that it's possible. And of course, the most important part of Christmas for us, goodwill towards man and we embrace that by donating to Toys for Tots, food banks, coat/blanket drives; giving to those that are less fortunate than us. That's what Christmas is all about and that's what Santa would want.

What do you tell your kids about Santa?? Do you remember how you felt when you learned Santa wasn't real?