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Good Intentions

Yesterday I was petty happy with how my schedule was playing out. No, I did not get my carcass out of bed when I wanted, but it was early enough that I could get some yoga and mobility work done.  Mobility is very important, especially now that age  and fibromyalgia are playing a major factor on my training and daily life.

My intent was, once the girls were put down for the night, I would make up some lost workout out time from the morning and hammer through my Invictus Masters Program. Who would have thought that at 2pm that would all change.  I got a call from the daycare saying that Elizabeth was puking up a storm. So, like a responsible parent (after a bit of swearing under my breath) I packed up my things, informed my boss of the situation and went to rescue my kid. When I got there I was handed a plastic bag with all her puke ridden clothes and a sick child. Great…. Poor Elizabeth.

I got her and Lilly home after Elizabeth puked in the car.   I then got Elizabeth in the house and proceeded to tuck her in on the couch so she could watch some Muppets. Her tyrant sister had other ideas and soothing her sister was not one of them. This made the next hours long and arduous. Nothing worse than seeing your one toddler in distress from being sick and the other not giving a shit.

I was still hoping that once everything settled down and the girls were put to bed I would still  have my mommy alone training time which would consist of throwing weights around in the garage gym. Ha, not likely.

I proceeded to put Lilly to bed and had Elizabeth on the couch. Lilly was crying for a bit then she settled down. When I checked on her she was in Elizabeth’s bed as hers was filled with puke.  How can a little kid produce so much vomit? It is not normal! My heart sank….oh no, round two. Although, I have to say, it was smart thinking on Lilly’s part moving to her sister’s bed. Elizabeth wasn’t there, Lilly’s bed was out of commission, so why not use it for the interim. Genius.

I had just stripped and changed Lilly’ bed when she decided to.projectile vomit all over the bedroom carpet.  Three times. All I could do was stand and watch. Oh and hoped she didn’t get me in the process. Sigh…..

Now I am cuddling two sick monkeys and my night’s training is slipping away.  An hour or so had passed. Lilly was now on the couch, Elizabeth was comatose in her bed.  I steam cleaned the carpet (pretty proud the kid stayed asleep during the process) and was satisfied with the result. I headed back to spend time with Lilly watching a Disney movie.

Thirty minutes later it was my turn to upchuck. For the next couple of hours me and the porcelain had a close relationship. All I can say is I hate throwing up. It gives me comfort to know I could never be bulimic because of this hatred.

Finally Mike got home. I did a hasty turnover of the night’s events and headed to bed. I remained in the fetal position all night. I don’t know what super powers that puke bug had,  but not only did it kick the crap out of me and took.me down for the count, it put my fibromyalgia into high gear. For 24 hours I was laid out on the couch in the man cave  (yes Mike allowed me in his domain 😊)  in excruciating pain. It was one of the worst bouts yet. It was just a few hours ago I dragged myself out of bed.  All I can say is if it wasn’t for friends, neighbors and my awesome husband to give a hand I would have been in the hurt locker more than I already was.

The intentions were there to train but I guess I can say I had a descent excuse.

Hopefully tomorrow.

LJ

Back at it

Hmmmm where to start. The goal is I am going to try to be diligent at this blogging thing again. I am not sure sure how long it will last, but hey, we have to keep trying.

I wasn’t posting because I felt that I should have had something worthy to write about. Be it gains in my training, a brand new diet or some great revelation I had. Well, I have come to the conclusion that that is a dumb approach. It is only showing the good side, not the trials and tribulations that goes into everyday living. Especially, when it involves lofty goals and dealing with injuries and a shitty illness that are moving parallel with these goals.

So, what I plan to do is write about everything. The good, the bad and the ugly. Yes there will be pissing and moaning but I intend to add humour and happy moments. Also, I will throw in diet, equipment and trainng bits, as I am always trying something new. The only constant will be CrossFit; I live, breath, and eat that shit.

We will see where the next week’s and months take us.

Have a good day and……. “Don’t wait. The time will never be just right.” ~Napoleon Hill~

LJ

“Click”

click

 

I’ve been off the radar for the last couple months because of mental ups and downs. Training wasn’t going as well as I would have liked. My eating was still decent, but I wasn’t measuring, or tracking my food diligently. I could feel my training and life goals slipping through my fingers. I am that person, when life starts going sideways, I jump on the emotional eating roller coaster and the couch starts looking comfy. This circular behavior was rearing itself until four weeks ago. While friends and family were going through turmoil and suffering because of health and loss, I was here feeling sorry for myself. Why was I feeling discouraged and bitter? Probably because I didn’t have control over my compartmentalized, organized life. Yes, I do believe life dealt me a crappy hand health wise, and various parts of my life are not moving as quickly as I like; result – irritable and impatient. But  I have this goal, I have a body that still works – slower than I like, but it still works. And so what if I have fibromyalgia? I could have worse issues than a bit of pain. In the big scheme, I can manage it with my doctor and take a positive approach. I can still do things others can’t. Recently my dad’s doctor told him that his cancer has returned; he has six months to a year to live. However, I don’t hear him moaning; he is just as positive and carrying on as if all was normal. My mom asked him if he’s worried? His reply, “Why should I worry? It doesn’t change anything.  I can’t worry about something I don’t know.”  And that was the moment. It is his actions and positive outlook that made the light click on for me.

 A few days later while moping around the house I remembered Dad’s comment.  I said out loud to an empty room, “this is garbage, I need to change how I approach my training and life. How am I supposed to become a Master’s CrossFit athlete and help people with their training and eating needs when I can’t even sort myself out mentally and physically. I can’t get wrapped around the axel every time life starts going off the rails”  Later that morning I dusted off the rower, eyed the treadmill, stepped into the garage gym to lift and most importantly returned to the practice of mindfulness. Since rekindling that spark, I have started training and taking a positive approach to my programming and life goals. It has not been easy, as old habits die hard, but I am moving forward.

 I have learned some lessons from these past weeks.  I am grateful for the events in my life; others have gone through worse.  There are reasons to why this is happening, they will present themselves when ready. Finally, what’s that saying? Slow and steady wins the race….or something like that.