There Is No Wagon

I had an absolute meltdown the other morning. A wonderful meltdown, because it led me to a wonderful revelation. For quite a few weeks now I’ve been trying to get back into a regular exercise routine. For me, the strategy is to incorporate it into a routine part of my day so that it becomes habit for me, a no-brainer that I don’t need to think about. And the most logical place for me is to plug it into my morning, first thing. I get up, brush my teeth, drink some water, then hit the gym or run. And it’s been a great way to start my day.

However, there is one little thing that keeps derailing my “exercise every day” goal. And that little thing is my little daughter. On the days I have my kids, my 3-year-old usually wakes up sometime in the middle of the night and makes her way to my bed. If I’m not in bed with her when she wakes up, she hunts me down and cries and fusses and generally starts the day off with a meltdown.

Now ideally – and this is what so many other parents are able to successfully do – I try to get up way before my kids wake up so I can get a home workout in before the house starts stirring and demanding attention. This should be easy. However, every time I gently roll out of bed and tip-toe downstairs to sneak outside to the cold, dusty patio, I’ll just be loading weights on my bar when a frantic, sobbing 3-year-old in Paw Patrol jammies launches herself at me accusing, “I didn’t know where you were! You were gone! I was so scared!”

I mean, how do you even respond to that?

And so I hold her and I console her, and usually I take her back to bed with me, because it is still ridiculously early for her. I coax her back to sleep for an hour or so while I just lay there next to her, wide awake and in my gym gear, my feelings ping-ponging between the love and comfort of snuggling my little one to bed, and seething in resentment that can’t I just have this one time to myself to get my stuff done? I mean, she owns me all throughout the day, is it too much to ask if I have from 9pm until 6am to myself??

And so here I was, laying in bed next to my tiny daughter, and it suddenly occurred to me that she’s almost 4 years old. And her brother is almost 7. And she’ll grow out of this eventually, this crawl-in-mommy’s-bed-every-night habit. And I know I’m going to miss it so hard.

In another year or so she’ll be fine and won’t be climbing into my bed every night. And then I get sad that she won’t always be this small, dependent, and cuddly. Do I really want to give up these quiet mornings of snuggles and closeness for exercise? Am I prepared to start paying the cost of having my kids need me less?

I don’t know if I’m really ready for that yet, because I know it’ll come sooner than I’m prepared for. Soon they’ll be requesting slumber parties with their friends, asking me to drop them off at school around their corner so their friends won’t see me. They’ll stop giving me hugs and kisses and start hiding behind closed doors and giving me one-word “grunt” answers to “how’s your day been?” They’ll be dating. Breaking curfew. Planning for college. Then one day moving out and holy crap I’ll be an empty-nester and then I’ll totally have all the time in the world to exercise anytime for as long as I want!

So to the moms of small children out there who struggle to find time to take care of yourselves and feel guilty about it: if you can’t find the time to consistently exercise and it is stressing you out, that is totally and completely okay to just not work out. You are not indifferent to your health, lazy, or uncommitted. And if you can’t give yourself permission to not feel guilty about not having “structure” or “a routine”, then let me give it to you. You have the permission to drop the idea that you need to work out every day if trying to fit it into a day that already starts too early, ends too late, and has approximately zero amount of self-care time built in is causing you stress and shame. Because this is just a phase of life and This Too Shall Pass. Soon you will sleep through the night again, have time in the evening to cook a real meal and even maybe sit down to a TV show uninterrupted or be able to go to the bathroom alone. I know, right?? Such dreams. But it’ll happen someday.

Now, I’m not saying never work out. When you have the opportunity, seize it! Had the baby off to the other parent, and jet off to the gym. Use a lunch break to squeeze in a run. And when you can get it done, relish it and feel good that your doing something good for yourself. But don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not doing enough, that you need to “get with the program” or “get back on the wagon,” because I’ll tell you a secret …

There is no wagon.

So just do what you can, let go of what you can’t, and just live your life. Because if you can find the happy and joy, you get to model how to be happy and joyous to your impressionable little ones who are always watching, and isn’t that what parenting is really all about?

And the little kid snuggles are so, so worth it.

Go make it a great day, friends!

Trust the Process

Breaking my Social Media Break for a “life events” update. Don’t worry, it’s good news!

Back in early January, my company was acquired and I was laid off as part of the merger. You know, because of course. Thanks, Universe.

But as my dear friend Brittany said, the Universe wanted me to have a clean slate. And apparently I work better with eviction notices anyway! I chose to not stress too much, and to just see where this journey takes me.

I made sure to view this time as an opportunity to hang with my kids more, discover a new yoga practice, plan more lunch dates and hikes around the lake with friends, and do some of the stuff I couldn’t do before while working the 9-5. Like napping. Omg, #bringingnapback

And I hit the job search hard. I had many wonderful friends offer contacts and leads, and I just had fun with looking back at all the things I loved about my career so far, all the fun stuff I got to do and the cool people I had the pleasure to work with, and just enjoyed the process for what it was: a chance for me to unabashedly brag about myself!

The fruits of my unemployed labor were soon rewarded when I received not one, but TWO incredible offers. Really great opportunities that I knew I would totally enjoy being a part of. It was a very difficult decision to make (I may have cried a bit), but after completing my first day in my new role, I feel like I made a great choice, and I can’t wait to dig in deeper with what they have in store for me.

Now, it wasn’t all puppies and rainbows and freshly baked bread. There was more than one moment that I wondered how I would pay rent next month, and let’s just say I’m a leeeetle bit in credit card debt right now. But I kept faith that things would work out, that just enough money would be there when I needed it, and I just needed to trust in the process and know that it’s being taken care of as long as right now I do the next right thing. Because if I chose to stress and freak out, it wouldn’t change the amount in my bank account, or help me ace that interview. My situation was going to remain my situation whether I laughed or cried. And I do love a good laugh.

If the past year has taught me anything, it’s that life happens for a reason. Sometimes drama happens and it’s hard and it sucks and it’s not what we want, but it gets us to where we’re supposed to be going, as opposed to where we think we should be. And the more we fight the process and the circumstance, the more we miss the simple joys and the lessons it has the potential to give us. There is purpose to the pain.

Trust the process. Trust the pitfalls. Trust that the crap going on in your life right now is there for a reason, even if the reason is to remind you how much you hate crap. Maybe if that’s your context, it’s time for a change?

Go make it a great day, kids.

Some Lighter Fare: Ten Questions!

I don’t know about you, but I’m in the mood for some lighter fare today! So here’s my answers to a copy of “The Ten Questions From Inside The Actors’ Studio” that was thrown around Facebook the other day. Ponder, and maybe have a chuckle.

1. What is your favorite word?

I honestly have a list of favorite words, it’s hard to choose. We’ll go with either spork or astigmatism

2. What is your least favorite word?

“Bae.” Just shoot me.

3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually, or emotionally?

Listening to my podcast “friends”, beach rambles, and a chill night in with good friends and a bottle of wine or three, respectively

4. What turns you off?

Pundits arguing on cable news

5. What is your favorite curse word?

With the small ears around the house I’m trying to back down on the swearing, so recently I’ve switched to Shakespearean insults. “I scorn you, scurvy companion!”

6. What sound or noise do you love?

That hollow whooshing sound a forest makes when blanketed in snow.

7. What sound or noise do you hate?

When someone in the car rolls one of the rear windows all the way down on the freeway, and the whole car gets that weird air pressure effect where it sounds like a helicopter is landing on your shoulder

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

Research in some sort of psychology or social sciences field. People fascinate me.

9. What profession would you not like to do?

Anything having to do with sales, or optometry

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

Holy crap!

Go make it a great day!

Awesomely Average

For some reason, I’ve been fearful of writing lately. After some refection, I think I understand why. The fear comes from perfectionism. Not that I’ll fail, but that I won’t be perfect. Exceptional. That I’ll end up in the dreaded average. Who wants to be average? I either want to be amazingly inspiring, or so horrendously ill equipped that my cautionary story of How I Attempted Exceptional and Failed Spectacularly is a source of future amusement. Does it really need to be one or the other? I used to say, “epic good, or epic fail!” in jest, but now it’s become more of a life motto than an amusing meme. What is up with my avoidance of Average? So far all it’s doing is preventing me from living life and doing what I enjoy.

There’s nothing wrong with average. It’s comfortably in the middle. It’s unassuming. It’s where the power can lie in wait, recharging for the next surge. Average gets stuff done. It’s still progress. Average sets the standard. As David Letterman said, C’s still get degrees.

Our culture wants to reward the overachievers, the “greatests,” because they’re an inspiring story. And it’s super fun to be the winner on top of their game. Everybody loves a winner, and the prizes are fabled to  be great, even if the prize is “Congratulations! More work!” But the average is also rewarded – with lack of resistance. You just move forward to the next step. If I’m an average parent, my kids still grow up right. If I’m an average employee, I am likely to keep my job. If I’m an average powerlifter, I can still move and lift heavy-ish things. Average can still keep me moving forward without all of the effort and stress Exceptional requires.

Of course I don’t want to get stuck in a rut. But average isn’t a rut if it’s just a place I’m hanging out in for a while as I catch my breath and my bearings. Nor is it complacent; eventually I’ll get bored of Average and want a challenge. And then Exceptional will take the stage, and we do the dance again.

Average. Moving things progressively forward since the first caveman looked at his cave painting and said, “Meh, good enough.”

The Same 24 Hours

I am a bit crazy. I know this. Most people that know me personally know this. And the past week of crazy has been no exception.

So, my whole family has been out of town for two weeks, leaving me all alone at home and left to my own devices. Okay, I still have Olive and the fish to care for. But basically I just have to worry about me. For two whole glorious weeks!

At first I came up with huge lists of all the things I was going to accomplish. Clean the whole house and actually keep it clean! CrossFit every day! Hang out with all the friends! Read all the books! Maybe even watch that new Netflix series everyone is talking about!

You know what happened? None of the above. Because I still have the same 24 hours in a day as I did before, just with less distraction and small human chasing.

I did take Olive on a lot of walks, and I started trail running a bit (OMG the first time I started running on the trail with Olive, she looked at me like I just invented Christmas: “what, we’re going to run?!? For real?!? Sign me up, let’s go BEST DAY EVER!!!”), and I have some big projects coming up that I got started on, but the normal daily routine really didn’t deviate too much. Which leaves me with the big realization that when it comes to time management, I am my own worst enemy.

My schedule, they way I structure my day, and my life choices in general is 100% in my control. Sure, stuff might come up, but overall I get to choose what I put in my day, and how I react when things go off-plan. Without having my family around to distract me, I had to face the music that I’m not running late because of packing school lunches and cleaning mashed sweet potatoes off of various surfaces. I’m running late because I am still trying to cram too many activities into an already richly-scheduled day.

This brings me back to some advice my boss and mentor gave me when I started my first “real” job out of college: there will always be more work to do. No matter how late you stay or how many to-do list items you scratch off, there will always be more waiting for attention. The sooner I can accept the fact that I will never be “done,” the sooner I can stop making myself crazy for all of the unfinished business I have yet to attend to and enjoy the other things in life.

 

I think the next stepping stone on the path to happiness for me is really accepting and embracing the fact that I will not be able to do all the things, and that’s perfectly all right. For now I can do the one thing that needs to be done, do it the best I can, and move on. Maybe that’s something for me. Or it could be something for someone else. There is no law that says everything has to be done every day or else certain doom will result. That’s just the one I make up in my own head. Let good enough be good enough, and take time out to enjoy the journey.

Go make it a great day!

Dreams of Festivus

We are t-minus two weeks left for the year, and over at my house we have our sights set on a January Whole30. That’s right, this time around everyone in the family is on board!

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I am also simultaneously planning out what Christmas cookies we’re going to make. Because, duh, January Whole30. (In case you’re curious, it’s snowballs, those peanut butter cookies with the chocolate kisses, homemade fudge, and a glorious family recipe called “Swedish Jam Shortbread” which is basically crack.)

I’m half-serious about extending my Whole30 out to a Whole60 or Whole90. One thing that I noticed after my last round in September is that my sugar cravings still aren’t really in check, and I still am struggling with putting together easy go-to foods for crazy mornings and busy days. Planning and preparation just aren’t second-nature to me yet, and although I am an ace at the rules and knowing what foods are in and out, I just go to convenience foods because I never think ahead about what I need for tomorrow/that busy Saturday full of errands/that offsite work meeting. I think having my family on board this time will help, since all of the shopping and cooking won’t be solely on me. But I do think I could use a little extra time to develop the good habits for batch cooking and planning ahead for meals that I haven’t been really able to lock down yet.

Meanwhile, I’ve had to scale back my appearances at the gym lately. For some reason, my whole body has decided to rebel against any type of comfortable locomotion. It started about a month ago when I came down with the “Winter Crud.” You know, it’s when that sniffly/crummy/run-down-itis bug makes its rounds. As soon as I was coming out of that, I twisted my ankle pretty hard. So there was another week off from the gym. Then I started coming back from that, but it’s been rather hit-or-miss. Thanks to the shorter days, I’ve been having a difficult time motivating myself to make the 6am classes, and if I put off the workouts to the evening classes there always seems to be some unforeseen circumstance that gets in my way. Rather than beat myself up, I’m just acknowledging that it’s winter, it’s the holidays, and if I want to hermit down for a few weeks and chill, that’s fine. The gym will still be there tomorrow. So will my stretchy pants, so it’s all good.

Speaking of the upcoming Festivus, who else has got their merry jingle elf hat on?

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My holiday goals include watching “Elf” at least 11 times, and any night I don’t have something going on we spend it in front of the tree in the living room, fire ablaze in the fireplace (preferably), and “nice toddies” all around. “Nice toddies” are what we call hot toddies without the booze. Which is basically just lemon tea with honey.

Maybe I should order the new Whole30 Cookbook. Does anyone have that yet, is it any good? I still haven’t made it through all of the recipes in the original Whole30 book, so I have been holding off on getting the Cookbook for now.

Okay, that’s all my rambles for now. Go make it a great day!

Why I’m Taking a Social Media Break (not just because I’m nuts)

My brain doesn’t work. Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Literally, my brain does work somewhat spectacularly. I don’t have to think too much about breathing or beating my heart, I can usually remember my kids’ names, and I can probably out-daydream anyone I know, except perhaps my sister Amanda. But as most moms can tell you, after kids your brain sort of goes “poof!” and suddenly trying to remember spare details of life such as where you put your purse or that you have an important meeting 9:00 Monday morning just doesn’t happen. Even stuff that occurs routinely, like Wednesday is trash night, just escape me. From who I was before having kids, this has been by far the biggest adjustment to try and deal with, the fact that my brain just can’t keep up with my life anymore.

Or can it?

Sleep deprivation is the most likely and most-cited culprit in Baby Brain. I mean, we are not made to function on four broken hours of sleep a night for months on end. Squish took a while before he was sleeping through the night enough to give me a decent rest. Buttercup, however, was one of those miracle babies that settled into a solid, predictable schedule right off the bat and was sleeping through the night in just a few months. I’ve had over a year of not really feeling like “oh I have a baby” is a justified excuse for poor sleep, since my own choices are now affecting how much time I get in bed more than my tiny, demanding humans. Finally owning up to this fact, I began do my best to get to bed on time, practicing good “sleep hygiene”,  and sleeping in if I feel like I need it. The past four months I’ve really improved my sleep, averaging 7:30 per night. While I have noticeably more energy and vast improvement on my overall mood, my brain still feels spacey and not really like it’s on it’s game.

Now that Whole30 has given me a good template for my diet, I’ve been more active with CrossFit, and my sleep is under control, so with the main factors of cognitive degradation under control I started exploring more options on how I can improve my mental performance. I was flirting with the idea of a social media detox of sorts, maybe doing a “SocialMedia30” of sorts where I abstain for a month. My totally inspiring bestie Alexis just embarked on her month media-free, which put the bug in my brain even more. But 30 days without social media is a bit drastic right? I mean, it’s not just a way to distract for me; this is how I share pictures of the kids with my grandma and stay in touch with friends that live abroad. Clearly I don’t misuse my online connections, do I?

There’s really only one way to find out: that dreaded “awarenes”.

Curious, I downloaded the Moment app, which tracks your phone usage. You guys, I’m spending on average about 2 hours a day on my phone. Two. Hours. I couldn’t believe it. I complain so much about not having time, about wanting to cram 30 hours into a 24 hour day, and here I am spending two hours a day on Facebook or who knows what.

And it’s not just Facebook. It’s Beyond the Whiteboard app where I record my CrossFit workouts and compare myself to my gymmates. It’s My Fitness Pal and the Up app that syncs with my Jawbone, where I load my sleep, food, and exercise data … and compare myself to the other users in the community and browse blog posts. It’s Twitter, LinkedIn, Snapchat, Yelp, my Feedly blog feeds, all of the apps that I don’t really need, but I find myself checking ever day, just because they’re there. And that’s not it. There’s all of the newsfeeds I subscribe to through email, with article links and other “healthy” tips that jam up my inbox and feed my brain with data.

What if I don’t have Baby Brain? What if my recent decline in cognitive abilities is because of the barrage of media consumption I subject myself to on a daily basis? Thinking about it: when I had Squish, the only social media I engaged in was Facebook, and I had just found out blogs were a thing. I don’t remember spending my free time sitting on my phone, except to put together a new iTunes playlist or read emails. Now, I am consistently turned onto all the things that are supposed to “connect” me. Connect me to whom? Not my Grandma. And then there is all the IM: the texting, Facebook Messenger, Google Hangouts. I’m constantly getting pings and notifications and reminders, and my brain cannot turn off.

Maybe I don’t have Baby Brain. Maybe my brain is just done with all of this extra stimulation.

The final straw was when I read this Fast Company article about the brain that I ironically ran across in the latest email newsletter from Dallas Hartwig. And it blew. My. Mind. The article, titled “Your Brain Has A “Delete” Button—Here’s How To Use It” took what I knew about your brain and sleep – as in, you need sleep for your brain to work – and took it a step further to explain how your brain uses sleep to “clean up” stuff, and more importantly, describes that your mindfulness and the things you focus on tells your brain what to clean up and what to repair. So when I’m looking at Instagram 326 times a day, I don’t remember what was decided on in that budget meeting I lead last week, but I do remember that funny meme or the wicked workout that <insert CrossFit Games athlete I follow> did yesterday. Because that’s what I’ve told my brain is important information to retain. Clearly important facts!

So I’m going to give this social media detox a shot. I’m going to go 30 days social media free, and see if/how my cognitive abilities improve. Here are the rules I am going to follow:

  1. No apps on my phone, and no apps in my phone web browsers. I’ve deleted the apps from my phone and web browser bookmarks.
  2. No email newsletters. I’ve either unsubscribed from all email newsletters, or have set up a gmail filter to mark them as “read” and move them to a special folder to read after my experiment, if I am so inclined.
  3. No reading blogs, articles, or online journals, but I will post here if I am so inclined because I sort of view my blog as a journal rather than social media. However if I find I’m posting more often as a substitute for real social connection, I’ll take another look at that rule.
  4. No podcasts. This will be a hard one; I love podcasts on my commute! But I know that if I listen to podcasts, I’ll probably start to crave online social interaction since many of the podcasts I listen to I also follow on social media. So better safe than sorry, and I’ll find other ways to amuse myself driving over the bridge. Like call my Grandma.

In addition to reclaiming my brain space, this social media detox will give me the opportunity to reconnect with the humans in my life, in my  real life. If you don’t know me in real life, please don’t take this as “Emily doesn’t care to know you anymore.” On the contrary, I’d love to get to know you better! Feel free to email me, and let’s connect! And if you do know me in real life, call/text/email me, and let’s connect without a screen in between us (except for my SoCal/East Coast babes, we might need to Skype! Skype is totally okay in my book), preferably over coffee or hiking mountains.

To be clear, I don’t think social media is bad. I think it is useful, purposeful, and an easy way to connect with people. But just like birthday cake not inherently “bad” and is useful and purposeful in the right setting (celebrating a birthday!), so is social media. It is a tool, not an activity. And just like I use a Whole30 to adjust my attitude to birthday cake (totally worth the splurge on birthdays, but not on, like, Tuesdays), I want to use this Social Media Break to identify the role social media has in my life and how I engage with it.

I am super pumped to get two hours back into my day. Wish me luck!

Now that I’m off to do something not social-media related, go forth and make it a great day!

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Back to the Food

Wednesday means it’s time for What I Ate Wednesday. Who’s ready for some crappy iPhone photos of half-eaten food with captions? I know I am!

I was so irritated this morning. The night before, I packed my bag, checked that my alarm was set, and told Hulk that I was going to CrossFit this morning. Then I woke up at 6:07, 7 minutes after class had started, to find that I must have slept through my alarm. I was super annoyed. I was feeling really pumped and ready to hit it. Instead, I hit some of those egg muffins I made on Sunday for breakfast.

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The picture doesn’t lie. They were terrible. Healthy, but terrible. I don’t like leftover egg bakes. I choked them down, but I seriously need to find something to pair them with. This is going to be a long week of breakfasts. However, I did remember my reusable mug at the coffee shops this morning. Yes, plural. No, don’t care.

I was in Oakland for work this week, onsite for a project launch. I have found my most favorite lunch place Uptown that does a really nice shawarma salad. Today was lamb and beef. It was terrible. Next time I’ll try to take a picture before I consume all of the salad.

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For dinner we finally dug into the pizza spaghetti pie I made Sunday. Everyone was super hungry and we made quick work of it. I was too busy loading Buttercup’s plate with more steamed carrots and telling Squish to keep his glass of milk away from the edge of the table to take pictures, but it pretty much looked like this:

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Yes, just like that.

You know what’s messed up? Letting a four year old watch “The Land Before Time,” then telling him it’s bedtime literally right after Littlefoot’s mother died. That may have happened. I should know by now to simply take the remote and say, “Let’s watch Bob the Builder!” when Squish repeatedly asks me, “What’s happening?” over and over in a worried voice during any intense scene. My penance shall most likely be a few 3am wake-up calls from a preschooler terrified awake with nightmares.

And that’s it. Go make it a great day!

Pick Three

I’ve been a big baby lately about getting to the gym. I love CrossFit, but I’ve been a whiner about getting up so early in the morning. I always feel fantastic after I go, and throughout the day I never regret getting my workout in first thing. But when that alarm goes off … Ugh.

And I only go to CrossFit twice a week, so I am completely capable of sleeping in the other five days! But after having kids and going through those seriously messed up sleep deprivation days, I am a total crazed dictator about getting sufficient sleep. I do not function without enough solid rest time, and after a few short nights in a row I’m guaranteed to come down with a cold or something. Of course the solution is to go to bed earlier, which is great until you do the math and find out your bedtime is before your preschooler’s (for real).

But you know what? Life isn’t perfect. I am not going to get the perfect 9 hours every single night that my body seems to gravitate to when left to its own devices and schedule. There will be short nights, there will be those blissful weekend sleep marathons with the kids are visiting the grandparents. The important thing is I’m mindful of what I need and I’m doing the best I can to make it happen.

There was an Instagram post recently from @melissa_hartwig that totally hit home, and spoke to something I have been struggling with for years: fitting it all in. Out of all the major priorities in life – sleep, exercise, work, family, friends – on any given day you can only reasonably pick three. Some days you sleep in, skip the workout, and go for happy hour with your work wives. Other days you get up when the alarm clock is displaying an outrageously small number so you can get in your workout before hitting the office before everyone else. But every day you choose what the priority is, and it’s all fluid. That’s “balance.”

I wasn’t doing this. I was literally filling out spreadsheets with proposed schedules to figure out how I could do everything, every day. Hence my request for a 30 hour day. But if I pick three, that’s totally reasonable. I can do three in 24 hours.

There will be days (like many of mine recently) that a project, event, or life circumstances will require one area gets all the attention. That’s cool, just focus on the thing that needs attention and let stuff elsewhere slide. The beauty of life is that (usually) tomorrow is another day, and you can pick the other things up again later. Maybe you lost some fitness, or maybe some relationships sort of faded. But if it’s something you truly care about, it will come back to you. Maybe in a different form than before, but it will come back.

I’m 33 years old, and I always put on myself that once I’m 30, I’ll have everything figured out. I’ll be athlete in my prime, I’ll have that corner office and big fancy title, balance career and family effortlessly, and I could just coast and enjoy the ride from there. I know, right? Then I had kids, and quickly realized (aduh)  that “having it all” is a myth … When you want it all at once. Who says I will never be an elite athlete, or have the big, fancy corner office? Maybe this is not my year. Maybe this is not my decade. Someday that goal will move to the top of my list, but today I’m in “mommy survival mode,” keeping my family moving forward.

And so today I chose workout over sleep, hit the alarm off instead of snooze, and went and did “Dirty Girls” scaled (10:47!). I’m probably going to work late, and spend the weekend catching up with my kids. Tomorrow it might be different, but this is what I need for today. “Letting ‘good enough’ be good enough.”

As always, go make it a great day … of your choice!

One Whole30 Week (Almost) Down

Just a blog-keeping note for those of you playing at home, I’ve been cleaning out my drafts folder and posting some long-lost posts that should have been posted long ago. So don’t worry about your content feeds, those are supposed to be there.

We have wrapped up Day 6 and are onto Day 7 of my January Whole30, and I am surprised to turn around and find a week has gone by! Despite my horrific insomnia the past couple weeks (one night I didn’t fall asleep until 5:00. 5:00.) I’m starting to feel the old “sparkle energy” come back. I’m hoping I can kick some Life Stuff back into place and then feel a little back on track with things.

Because I haven’t been sleeping I’m starting to feel the effects so I skipped Sunday’s Crossfit to get a little more rest in. I did a couple walks and some light body weight training over the week, but I’m excited to get back to class tomorrow morning. I pre-packed my workout meals, breakfast, lunch, shower stuff, and laid out my gym clothes so we’re ready to rock. What is this, me all getting prepped in advance and everything?

It’s nice to get back into “real life” mode after the holidays. Squish is back in preschool after the break, so the daily routine feels normal again. I swear, the Whole30 is great to change every other habit except eating. I’m sure I’ll stay on plan for 30 days, reintro with the greatest intentions, then go off the rails and do another one later this year. But to be successful at it, you have to plan. And as long as you’re planning and prepping food, you might as well prep other things. And keep the kitchen clean, because it makes food making easier. And since the kitchen is clean, it opens more mental space to journal more. Or call a friend. And then you start to feel good eating W30 style so you exercise more. And sleep better. It’s this weird combo of Give a Mouse a Cookie and the snowball effect that makes it like a drug for me, I just want more.

Go make it a great day!