Taking a Walk

Today I went for a run that I was looking forward to all day. I started running and it felt so great, my legs felt good and my breathing was great! But then all of the sudden, a little bit more than half way through my run I just wasn’t feelin it anymore.

Something that I almost never do during my runs is walk. I feel like walking (for me) is defeat. But today it just felt so good to walk, so I kept on walking! I walked for about a mile at a fast pace to keep my heart rate up and it was so great! I walked for about a mile and then started jogging again. I didn’t have any pace or goals set for the run so walking didn’t mess anything up. As I was walking I was thinking that sometimes it’s nice to just slow things down and take it all in, things don’t always have to go fast paced and plans can be changed!

And some random rambles —>

1. Does anybody else leave their race tags on their shoes? Well I do! It’s a nice reminder of my hard work when I am running 🙂 Anyway, today when I was at the grocery store waiting in line a fellow runner asked about my race tag and it started a whole conversation on races! It was really awesome!

2. Today I bought this yogurt:

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I don’t drink cow milk and thought that I would try this non-dairy yogurt. Consensus—SO GOOD! I will definitely buy it again. I usually prefer to eat yogurt that is higher in protein but this is good for a snack too!

Tomorrow I’ve got a great shoulder workout planned along with some on the stairmonster…wish me luck.

Have a great Monday tomorrow!

Shan 🙂

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SMILES

Today Cody and I hit the gym together! He agreed to go with me because he’s leaving to go Japan for 3 weeks tomorrow. We did an upper body workout and a little bit of HIIT!

4×10 triceps push downs

3×8 dips (assisted for me)

4×10 pull ups (but just AMRAP for me!)

3×10 DB curls

HIIT:

3x :30 ropes

3×10 burpees

3×20 TRX plank to crunch

It was a good workout and tomorrow morning I am going to go for a 3 mile run in the morning to start my day!!

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On to a different topic…

Yesterday on my way to the gym I saw a man asking for help sitting on the road with his dog. The only thing stopping me from pulling over and helping him was…well nothing. So I pulled into the mall parking lot, grabbed a few bucks out of my wallet and a granola bar from the box that I keep in my car and walked over to the man. I handed him the things that I brought for him and told him that I wanted to help. I squatted down, pet his dog, and he told me about himself. His dog’s name is Doyle, who was one of the cutest and friendliest dogs of life, and his was Wayne. He was so nice and it was really awesome chatting with him. I learned that he came from a family where alcoholism was apparent and he came out here to do some welding work. The company he was working for didn’t make it and he started hanging out with the wrong crowd. But now he is working to get back on his feet and will be going back to school with the help of the Washington Rehabilitation Center!

The point of this story was to remind myself and everybody else that there are so many people out there who have a story that we don’t know. I usually try and give to the people who are asking for help but I’ve never stayed and chatted with someone. It was really reminding of how much that I have and how thankful I am. Sometimes I get so frustrated over things but I just need to take a step back and be thankful for what I have. I have less than some people and more than some people, but everything that I do have is perfect for me.

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Have a great night and a great day tomorrow!

xoxo,

Shan

Body Love

Recently my best friend Amanda asked me to write about my journey with my body for her wonderful blog, thelittleladybug.weebly.com. Her blog is so wonderful and she has an amazing vision and wonderful goals.

I have struggled with body dysmorphia and loving my body for quite some time and have always kept my struggles silent. I figured that if my story can help even one person, then I might as well share it on here too! I write a lot about running, eating healthy, and exercising on here because I truly do love all of those things! I do them now because I want to and I love being healthy, but here is a little window into one of my biggest struggles.

ps if you have a minute please go check out thelittleladybug.weebly.com, you won’t regret it! 🙂

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Twisting this way and that way, trying to see what I look like from every angle, disgusted with what I see. Every day, I would spend an absurd amount of time in the bathroom or in front of a mirror scrutinizing my body, pulling and squeezing bulges of skin that were squishing out of my jeans or sports bra. I would use a mirror to visually measure the width of my body every night, and depending on what I ate that day or how much I exercised, I would always see something different. I spent years looking at myself like this in the mirror every morning, afternoon, and evening. Every time I went into the bathroom I would pull up my shirt and look at my stomach, always displeased with what I saw. Every time I was out with friends and would pass by a window I would glance at my reflection and my mood would shift. This is how I looked at myself Every. Single. Day.
I don’t need to bore anybody with the intricate details of my story but I will share a few things that I remember most.

My senior year in high school, I would wake up at 4:30 in the morning to workout before school. I would also workout after school in the school weight room. During sports seasons, I continued to workout and would sometimes go for a jog as late as 8pm because I felt that if I didn’t get those two miles in I would gain 5 pounds. In my mind, what I was doing was dedication. I thought that I was passionate about being healthy and getting fit and was dedicated to my goals. But I went too far. I was losing weight and feeling really good about how I looked! People were telling me that I looked great too, which just fueled my obsession with working out and eating less. I didn’t track my food but looking back now I know that I wasn’t eating nearly enough. I would eat a Quaker granola bar for breakfast, an iceberg salad with no dressing for lunch, maybe a few bites of other people’s lunch, and a small plate of whatever my parents made for dinner. I would weigh myself every day, sometimes twice a day. I never fell under an unhealthy weight, but what I was doing to myself mentally and physically was not healthy.

My love for exercising became an obsession and I was constantly thinking about when I could workout. If a trip was coming up, I would become anxious about both my ability to fit a workout into my schedule and what food would be available for me to eat. I was chained to the treadmill, forcing myself to take each step and pump out those five miles. I needed to workout.

And don’t even get me started on the thought of taking my clothes off.

Fast forward a couple of years and I am sitting in my new apartment in a new city making an iMovie of the past four years with my boyfriend. I am sorting through photos on my laptop and it hits me like a ton of bricks. It feels like my throat is swelling and tears begin to fall down my cheeks and onto my bedspread. I have memories from almost every photo of myself being upset with how I looked. I was worried that I looked fat or ugly and looking back I could see how it ruined so many of my days. The real kicker is that while I was looking at these photos…I thought that I looked just fine, good even. And then the realization came to me that I had spent years obsessing over my body and letting my self-image determine what kind of day I had. My boyfriend had sent me a link a few months earlier that I brushed off, but then went and found that night. That article was on Body Dysmorphia. I delved into that article and as I read on I cried harder. Finally, after years and years of anxiety over my body I could see what I was doing to myself.

From that night on I made a conscious decision to love myself. Every day. I began journaling and coming to terms with myself. For the most part this journey with myself has been kept quiet. Writing out my thoughts really opened my eyes.

It’s been hard this past year to love my body. I will forever struggle with my Body Dysmorphia and I still have some old habits that creep up on me, but I am working on myself everyday and am getting there. When I begin to tell myself that I look fat or that I gained weight, I take a step back from the mirror and really look at my body. I look at my legs and feel grateful for the ability to run. I look at my arms and think of the progress that I have been making in the weight room. I really take a minute and think about what my body is capable of and push those negative thoughts out of my head.

Now I exercise and eat healthy because I want to and it makes me feel good. I have support from my boyfriend and friends who are always there for me. I have learned to utilize the people in my life, not being scared to ask for help or to share my feelings. So many people in the world struggle with some sort of eating or body image disorder and it took me a long time to come to that realization. There is nothing wrong with me, this is just something that I have to deal with and work through and that’s the same for so many other people. I only get one life and when I am 80 years old I don’t want to look back and see how many opportunities I ruined because of my distorted self-image. I am becoming happy with what my body can do and I try to look at my body for what it truly is; a gift.