Faith's Findings

So, I joined a new gym and this gym came with a family. I was leery of this combination, but it is definitely growing on me. I know there are a lot of stigmas and negative connotations that come with the word “Crossfit.” While some of the memes are true and I can laugh at the lingo, while I use it, I am writing this post to give a new perspective on something I never saw myself doing. This perspective comes from someone who has never been considered “sporty-spice,” “athletic,” or someone who just enjoyed working out. There was a stent of running, but I got bored. And if I am completely honest, I get bored with the whole scene. I’ve never been a skinny person, nor have I ever thought I would enjoy lifting---weights that is and on purpose, too! I mean, I don’t want to get bulky! If you look back to previous posts , you will find my heart being poured about the struggle with body image, health, and weight. The struggle is real---and not just for me. Last year, my life changed---y...

        Today is my last day as a 28 year old. I usually do some type of birthday blog where I recall the year; however, this year it would have definitely been similar to the  New Year's blog . I had thought about not writing one this year---I mean, who would really notice?--but here I am "inspired" by one of these small moments in life.       28--It was a good year! Within this last year, I feel like I really became comfortable in my own skin. I was more honest with myself, which overflowed into those around me. I allowed myself to feel--to take a chance--to fall and to fail. Did I get my heart broken? There are not words--yet--to describe it, so I will simply say yes. Did I fail at certain goals? Yes but I got up and started again. Did I succeed in some goals? Yes, so I have made new ones. The point is: I am still living, learning, changing, and growing.       In 2014, I told myself I would try a new, more rigorous workout. S...

   Don’t “they” say the first step to solving a problem is admitting there is one? Well, here: I have a food addiction. I have an unhealthy lifestyle. I am fat. There are those words staring me in the face. The words have now been given life in the form of an admission and I now control what happens.    For so long, too long, I have tried to lose weight, but I never really wanted to admit I was fat and in an abusive relationship with food. Good day? Rewarded myself with food. Had a bad day? Drowned my sorrows in bites, felt fat? Ate cake! Felt skinny? Ate cake! You can even scroll through old blog posts where I have poured myself out about wanting to lose weight. Here’s the deal: I was so focused on losing weight that I instantly became a failure. What I needed to focus on was a lifestyle change: a healthy mindset that overflowed into the physical realm.       Since forever, I have struggled with my weight. I know how it is to look in the mir...