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One of the Lucky Ones

The comments on yesterday’s post really got me thinking about self image.

I truly am one of the lucky ones. My feelings about my appearance have been overwhelmingly positive for the majority of my life. I attribute this to three things:

1) My dad. He has always called me beautiful. I’ve heard that fathers are crucial in the formation of their daughters self-concept and I am so grateful that my dad has always shown me affection and treated me as though I was precious and worth his time.

2) I’ve worked for it. I love being active, and knowing that my legs carried me for that 5k run fills me with a sense of pride and ownership. My body can do incredible things and for that I am grateful.

3) My Heavenly Father. I believe that the creator of the universe calls me beautiful. There is nothing more powerful than believing the words of he who created the earth, and besides, who am I to argue with the big guy?

Ever since I was young, I’ve felt pretty and strong. I don’t know when or where I came up with this idea, but I always believed that if a guy didn’t check me out, it must be because he has a girlfriend! 😛 It’s silly but it feels good.

There are two things I want to avoid in this post,
1) I don’t want it to be mistaken for arrogance. I believe that I am beautiful but it is not relative to others. My self concept is not based on putting others down. Everyone is beautiful, and each for their own reasons.
2) I don’t want anyone to assume I’m just living in a dream world. The reality is that not everyone will find you beautiful, but it certainly is fun to believe that they do! We all live in a world based on our own perspective, so why not make yours a positive one?

Everyday I look in the mirror and I see what I love. If I can change something I don’t love (my thighs!) I work on it! But I also remember that those thighs are the home of the muscles that allow me to fly down a ski hill, and keep me from falling when I turn sharply. But I don’t focus on my thighs. I think about the things I love and allow myself to dwell on those features and nothing else.

Is there a body part that you need to change your perspective on? What part of your body/face should you spend more time thinking about?

Picking up more than weights

Getting picked up at the gym. Oh joy.

I recently had a conversation with my trainer about how I react to being hit on at the gym. The first words out of my mouth were that I just avoid making eye contact at all costs. And yet somehow even that is never enough… some guys know what they want and nothing is going to stop them. Which is great, when it’s the right guy… and lets be real, it’s not usually “the right guy.” Granted, as much as I try to avoid it, these situations make for some great stories! So without further ado, here is the story of the day I learned to avoid eye contact:

I had been to the dentist earlier that morning to have a cavity filled and they had some issues getting my mouth to freeze, so they kept injecting and injecting and injecting. Until the entire left side of my face was frozen. I lost the ability to smile as well as the use of my left eyelid. The dental hygienist told me that if I got my heart rate up, the freezing would leave my system more quickly. Since I had my gym clothes with me, I got in my car and trucked off to the gym. I was on the stationary bike when I noticed a guy on the weight room floor, uh …winking at me? I looked over again a few minutes later and realized he was definitely winking away. Then it hit me. My frozen face had turned my blinking into winking. He thought that I had been winking at him that whole time!!! Poor guy!

How do you feel about being hit on at the gym? Is it flattering or tiring? Have any funny stories?

Sugar: A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing?

Favorite customer moment of the day (I was serving four hungover guys):

Guy #1: excuse me? why did they all get bendy straws and I didn’t?

Guy #2: dude. you have a bendy straw. you just put it in upside down

Guy #1: I feel like such a loser.
Direct quote. But onto bigger things…

Tonight I was scrolling through the bookmarks on my computer and found a link to the article “Is Sugar Toxic?” by Gary Taubes. He linked to Robert H. Lustig lecture on youtube (Sugar: The Bitter Truth) and I got sucked in! (If you want a quick version you can watch his interview on ABC news)

The research that is brought to light in this lecture resonates so strongly with what I believe about food. How many of us know what it feels like to eat a full meal but not feel satiated? I don’t know about you but I feel this especially in regards to deserts! I find I’m better off to have  none then “just a bite” because once that sugar hits my tongue, I am a goner.

I recently read Michael Pollan’s “In Defence of Food” It. Was. Amazing

The take-away point for me was that all of the processing we do to food (sugar included) is messing up our bodies natural systems! I’m not advocating for a particular diet or lifestyle, but I think we could be treating our bodies much better than this. The prevalence of sugar-ladden, deep-fried junk in our communities never ceases to amaze me, and I believe we have deceived ourselves into thinking “it can’t be that bad”  because we see it everywhere. Social acceptance of the food on our grocery shelves combined with the adage of “eating in moderation” (seriously? if we were honest most of us would say we are NOT eating “treats” in moderation) has dulled our common sense. Our bodies deserve better than this, our bodies are begging to be fed better stuff than this, and more importantly, our bodies need better sustenance than what we’re giving them.

What do you think? The argument against sugar is typically an extremist’s argument. Is it too extreme? Or have we been too complacent about the modern diet?

the long road

What’s that phrase about battles not being won or lost on the field?

So often we see a race as the span between when we line up at the start to when we cross the finnish. Yet we all know better; unless we invest our time and energy into conditioning, the race will be meaningless or even worse, disheartening. The key to reaching our goals is in the understanding that the race starts today. You don’t sign up for a 5 or 10 k, you sign up for every single kilometre you will log until you arrive at that starting line.

It’s so easy to ignore this fact. It allows us to be complacent; to choose temporary pleasure over long term satisfaction. And it applies to every area of our lives. From our fitness, schooling, personal development,  to spiritual growth and professional advancement.

Proverbs 13:4 tells us that “lazy people want much but get little, but those who work hard will prosper.”

The word lazy stings a little eh?

We have SO MUCH potential! But how are we willing to sacrifice to become the people we were meant to be?

bushier is better?

Uh ya. Awkward title much? The context: while at a leadership meeting for church this evening, we were discussing whether or not moustaches are attractive. The unanimous answer from the ladies was: NO! One of the guys piped in and emphatically stated that girls secretly found them attractive, and continued by stating that bushier is better.  I looked at him and ask how he would feel if his girlfriend used that as a defence for not shaving her armpits. Shortly after that it was decided that they must create a juzzle. That is, a muzzle just for me 😛

As promised here is my favourite roasted red pepper soup recipe! It’s not too different from anything you could find online, but it’s just the way I like it 😀

Roasted Red Pepper Soup

Ingredients:

5 red peppers

1T olive oil

4 cloves of garlic

2 shallots

1/2 cup unflavoured almond milk (or cream if you like it extra creamy!)

2.5 cups chicken or vegetable stock

salt & pepper to taste

hot sauce

First broil the whole red peppers at 450 on a cookie sheet lined with tin foil. Turn them over when the skins start to darken, and remove them when both sides look crispy, this will help you remove the skins once they have cooled.

Remove the core and seeds and chop into chunks.

Now heat the olive oil in a pan on medium -high heat, and once it is hot add the minced garlic and shallots.

After the garlic has browned, throw in the red peppers and continue to cook for 8-10 minutes.

Put the contents of the pan into a blender and blend until smooth.

Once blended, add it to the almond milk and chicken stock in a sauce pan and bring to a simmer.

Add salt, pepper and hot sauce to your liking and enjoy!!!

soup in a mug is so comforting 🙂

I love that this soup is made of just a few simple ingredients and not diluted by tomatoes! ( I was going to mock tomatoes since they are a fruit pretending to be a vegetable when I realized, peppers have seeds too… which means they are likely also fruits. *sigh)

I could eat this soup every day, it feels so indulgent!

What’s your favourite good-for-you comfort food?

Rock Climbing Vampires

3 things that happened today:

1. kettlebells

2. diving home through freezing rain

3. my male friend explaining to me that he couldn’t go rock climbing because he really wanted to go see Twilight

 

3: I’m sorry? It’s hard for me to understand because I’m not into most chickflicks. But SERIOUSLY? And he’s not even going with his girlfriend… I’m so confused!

2: Driving through freezing rain was not fun, especially since the windshield wipers on the car I drive are a little crazy. Crazy as in if you think you want to turn them on, you better decide you REALLY want them on. Because you don’t know the next time that they’ll turn off. It reminded me of a conversation I once had with a guy friend when this problem first appeared:

Me: I think my car’s dying.

Boy: Why?

Me: My wipers are going crazy and my dad said it’s likely because the engines going.

Boy: Are you sure he didn’t mean the motor that powers the windshield wipers?

Me: Nope! He definitely meant the car was dying.

Boy: Uh. Okay (changes topic).

If you haven’t already guessed, my dad was referring to the motor that powers the wipers. Sigh.

1: I love kettlebells. I think it’s a great workout (assuming proper form) and it’s a lot of fun. But snatches? Really? I’m in enough pain over here! My muscles are shaking and my body wants to stop, and I know trying to get out of bed the next day will take at least four tries. So why, why oh why, must we punish ourselves more? I don’t like the though of 15+ pounds smashing into my little wrist time and time again! It kinda hurts.  The worst part is, my forearms seem to be the only part of my body that doesn’t bruise easily. So I can’t even prove just how tough I am to all my guy friends! 😛 I guess I’ll just have to show them up on the rock wall… that is, if I can ever get them to show up!

...maybe it wouldn't hurt so much if I was on a beach!

Stayed tuned for tomorrow, I will be posting my favourite roasted red pepper soup recipe!!! And if you’re really lucky, the results of my endeavour to swap broaches for buttons on a thrifted blazer!

Anyone else ever try to be knowledgable about a subject that you knew nothing about?

Am I the only one who feels this way about kettlebell snatches?

Happiness is best measured in kilometers

I went to bed last night with a great plan. I had my day lined out, it was reasonable and productive without being overwhelming. Yet I woke up late, had to spend time with some relatives who were visiting from out of town and didn’t have enough time to do most of what was on my list, not even workout. All I really had time to do was shower and get my stuff ready to head to worship practice at church.  I likely could have squeezed a workout in, but I felt so drained. I only started this blog yesterday as a way to keep myself accountable and yet here I sit, feeling like I missed out on an opportunity to overcome my feelings and do what I needed to!

That being said, it was perfect to come home to this post from the hungry runner girl on the mood improving effects of exercise! I think I needed a reminder, typically I get so excited to go the gym!!! But lately, I just don’t care. This article reminded me of all the different ways I’m helping myself when I get moving! I need to stop thinking about it so much and just let it become a default for me. Every. Single. Day.

http://www.hungryrunnergirl.com/2011/11/better-than-prozac.html

I read this sign in a Vancouver subway… I’m glad I stopped (and despite feeling like a crazy tourist) busted out my camera for a pic 🙂

....maybe after the fact 😉

Is there one particular type of workout which elevates your mood more than any other?