#RoadTo27 Day 2 – Change

Yesterday was day one of the newest DragonFit bootcamp round. I decided I was gong to fully commit this round, no half assing. I posted in our sisterhood group that I was going to do the “Mile For Time” challenge mentioned in our emails, and that I was going to crush my fastest mile. When I woke up this morning I had one thing on my mind – beating that time. I went to sleep thinking about it, I woke up thinking about it…I was going to do it.

I stretched and reached for my phone to check the time and the first thing I saw was a text from a girlfriend that said;

“Why am I afraid of change?!?!”

I sat there, phone in hand, trying to think of just what to tell her…

Because it’s scary! That’s why!!

What if you fail? What if you can’t do it? What if you lose friends? What if people mock you? What if…

…what if you succeed?

Over the last year I’ve made more changes than I can actually really wrap my head around. Small things like shaving off half my hair…and huge things like leaving my toxic marriage.

They were all scary, and they all caused exponential self growth. I’ve grown accustom to change, and I really like it – but it’s still very scary. I like it because I always grow and learn about myself, even if the change wasn’t necessarily “good”.

So, here’s my advice on change.

  • Embrace it, embrace the HELL out of it. It’s gonna be scary, but it’s going to be worth it.
  • Figure out what part of it is actually scaring you – for me, it’s often the fear of success.
  • Understand that every time you walk through a new door you’re going to lose people. Also understand that is perfectly okay. Most people we meet are just for certain phases of our lives, the ones who are meant to follow through each door will remain.
  • If there is someone who doesn’t support your change, they are NOT your tribe and you do not need them.
  • Seek positive energy and surround yourself with people who have similar goals and ambitions. It wasn’t until I did this that I really started to succeed.
  • Don’t worry about the thoughts of others. This is particularly true for lifestyle changes. When I started lifting like crazy and packing on muscle, I lost a lot of “friends” …that was my choice. No one get’s to decide what my body should look like but me!
  • LAUGH. When you hit a speed bump or completely screw up, laugh about it. Realize you’re human, find the light and just move forward.
  • Don’t be afraid to ask for help.Ever.
  • Find some consistency. Even if it doesn’t seem consistent, as long as you’re pushing towards your goals…you’re going to make the change permanent.
  • Don’t be afraid of failure. Failure is just in your head, there really are no failures…only lessons. Find the lesson and push forward. Readjust if you must, but keep moving towards the goal.
  • Get out of your own head. Don’t overthink it, just do it.

I think my last bit of advice on making change is this…

ALWAYS believe in yourself…and when you don’t, do it anyway.

I didn’t believe in myself when I stepped foot out to go on that run this morning. I knew there was NO way I was going to beat that time of 13:31…but I went out, and tried my damndest anyway.

I crushed it, by the way…by over 2 minutes.

You don’t always have to believe in yourself to create change, you just have to fight through the fear.

After all, on the other side of fear lies freedom.

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xoxo

OkieGirl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#LikeAGirl

Yesterday, amidst a random conversation, it was brought to my attention that not everyone can understand “why I want to look like a man”…

I know, stop laughing..I have a point to make here.

About a year ago I decided to take hold of the reins to my life and get healthy…I know, heaven forbid we do that in this day and age.

It just so happens that, my body LOVES to be strong…what’s that mean? It means I pack on muscle like a beast without really trying. Whatta you want from me – I’m genetically blessed to be a badass.28

As a woman in today’s society it’s a daily fight to try and fit in, to meet the “standards” set by Hollyweird and the fashion industries and shitty magazines that sell photo shopped images of girls who were actually already perfect to begin with.

I have struggled with a fucked up body image since about 5th grade …because I was around a foot taller than everyone in my class – EVERYONE. Somewhere around age 15 I began to embrace who I was…a tall weirdo who doesn’t do anything any of the other kids do.

I’m still that same girl. I’m doing things so many people see as “weird” or “wrong” …when in reality it’s just different.

Sure, most women don’t spend 7 days a week trying to build and perfect their bodies.

MOST women don’t care to sculpt the perfect delts and obliques.

WELL, guess what. I’m not most women.

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The reason I want to “look like a man” …is because THAT is how I was made to look. My body is simply developing the way it was supposed to. As a fellow bad ass bitch so perfectly stated…

“Listen, just because my body was developed for something other than fucking millionaires, doesn’t mean it’s masculine. I think it’s femininely badass as fuck because there’s not a single muscle on body that isn’t for a purpose because I’m not a do nothin’ bitch.” -Rousey

Having muscle and being strong DOES NOT MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE A MAN!

If you think I “look like a man” cool! THANKS, I think you look like a fucking wet noodle…

BUT – the difference in you and I is integrity, confidence and a kind heart. I would never tell you that I thought you were overweight, or you were too thin…because IT’S YOUR BODY!

The fact that MEN can talk shit about strong women just tells me one thing -they’re fucking jealous.

They’re jealous of our drive, our ability to put in the work and get the results, our ability to obtain something that could never be purchased, only created.

If you think my body is dudely, great. If you think it’s feminine, great. If you don’t give a shit either way because it’s MY body and not yours – even freaking better.

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There are plenty of people putting others down, especially women – and it needs to stop.

We are so much more than our shells. We are all so much more than a nice body, or a pretty face. If you wanna lift the hell out of some weights and pack on muscle, DO IT! If you wanna do yoga, get thin and have a soft body..DO IT!

BUT whatever you do…never let what someone else thinks about you change your drive, or your self image.

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Love your body.

Love the journey.

Embrace the setbacks and the restarts.

Celebrate the triumphs and always move forward.

HUSTLE.

The dream won’t work unless you do.

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P.S. You can buy tits…traps must be earned.

Until then, forget it all and go lift like a girl.

xoxo

OkieGirl

 

Changes.

Sitting back and listening to others talk can really teach you a lot about yourself.

I know I have really changed over the past year, well…over the past 25, but you know.

When it comes to making changes you have to really WANT to do it.

You can’t just say “oh, I wanna lose weight” and it magically happen.

You can’t just think “I’d like to be healthier.” and wake up the next morning and be healthy, you have to WANT it and take the steps to make it happen.

Do doctors become doctors simply because they want to be doctors? NO – they work their asses off to learn how to save lives!

What I’m getting at here is if you want to make a change you’re going to have to do just that.

You can’t do things the way you always have and expect different results.

If you want to get healthier, stop eating processed foods and fast food. Do research on proper nutrition and start supplementing with a safe and natural option to fill in your nutritional gaps (like Thrive, for example). If you have a problem and visit the doctor – heed their advice even if it’s hard or uncomfortable for a while. Be smart and trust the process. You didn’t get unhealthy over night, you won’t get healthy overnight either.

If you want to “tone up” and get the sexy body you have been striving for then get off the damn treadmill and pick up something heavy.

DO SOME DAMN RESEARCH.

Look for reliable sources, do some reading, hire a trainer or nutritionist and reach out to people who know what they’re doing. The more educated you are the easier it is to make smart choices and get healthy.

What is stopping you from reaching your goals?

What will you do this week to get you one step closer to them?

What changes are you making today to better yourself tomorrow?

MAKE THE CHANGE, TRUST THE PROCESS.

xoxo

OkieGirl

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Permeable Clouds & A Sandstone Bikini

Sometime last year I decided I needed a fitness blog to track my journey (okiegirlfit.wordpress.com) and I just stumbled back across it. I had completely forgot about it since starting this more relevant to me blog! This is the last post I posted on there…and I laughed so hard reading it…but also absolutely loved it. I HAD to share. This blog can tell you a LOT about who I am.

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There are some occasions in my life where I do something that is considered “normal”, but those are very rare occasions. I’m talking few and far between.

So, what is normal? I guess that’s different for everyone, but the true definition of normal is simply; “conforming to the usual standard, type, or custom”.

FREAKING GROSS!

No wonder I refuse to be normal.

I have always been different, weird, strange, silly, WHATEVER you wish to call it…I’ve been that way since I was like 24 minutes old. Seriously, I have proof.

I have been a lot of things, but normal has never been one of them.

I’ve never been someone to conform to the visions that society has made for a woman in her 20’s (or a girl of any age, for that matter!) I have always been strong, independent, somewhat intelligent, strong willed, and weird. I have my own sense of style, do whatever I want with my hair, and I didn’t get pregnant 3 minutes after I got married.

What is society anyway? And why do they get to decide who we are?
They may define you, but you’re on your own on that one.

It’s hard to do what you’re passionate about these days if it doesn’t fit in with the “rules” of society. FOR example, since I started my fitness journey you would not believe how many people say “don’t get manly” when I tell them that I lift heavy weights on the daily.

BITCH, I already am – and I’m proud of it! Manly. Psh. Whatever that means. I was manly before I started lifting. I train horses, build motors, drive trucks, play in the mud, haul hay, drink beer and work for an oil company. I don’t think picking up iron 5x a week is going to make me any more of a dude.

You say I’m manly, but I just say I’m independent. I can take care of myself in situations many women can’t. If you think that’s a weakness, well, honey – YOU are sadly mistaken.

Another thing that people find absolutely crazy? That I run my own business. Why? Because I’m a chick, and girls don’t run the show.

SCUZE the hell outa me. If you don’t like it, get on down the road.

I guess the point I’m trying to make here is that you should ignore what you read and see and hear and do your own damn research. Become who you were born to be, not who someone else was born to be.

Chase your dreams down and tackle them. If you’re not following your dreams, then you’re just letting someone else pay you to follow theirs.

Stand out.
Dare to be questioned.
Wear a sandstone bikini that you carved your damn self, you cave woman you.
Smirk in the face of conformity.
Flash all your haters a smile.

KEEP ON KEEPIN ON!

I know I will.

-OkieGirl

Create Your Life.

Fitness is hard. Life is hard. Keeping a clean house is hard. Work is hard. Eating right is hard.

SO WHAT?

Why are we so lazy these days? I mean lets think about the days when folks got up at the crack of dawn to plant their crops by hand, do chores, stack hay, wash laundry, can veggies, clean house, cook meals, and so on. Do you think they ever laid there and though “Uhhh, I don’t wanna!”

Sure, they may have…but they never did, because they HAD to get up and create their lives.

You have to.

We HAVE to.

We have to open our eyes and realize that the lazy ass idle lifestyle so many of us live is not living. It’s just slowly watching the days pass on as we watch them roll by. We sit around and make excuses for not exercising or for eating shit food instead of just doing it. We sit around and make excuses for not getting projects done in time when the reason was because we sat there and slacked off.

All we do is make excuses.

There are some people out there who have been struck with misfortune and you know, I wish we could see the world through their eyes for just a moment.

I saw this video earlier and it put a lump in my throat.

This girl just dead lifted more weight than I can even think to lift WITH ONE ARM!

She damn sure doesn’t sit around and make excuses and feel sorry for herself, and I think we can all learn from that.

This life is way to short to be unhealthy, lazy, miserable, unhappy….

If you don’t like your job, find a new one.

If you don’t like your body, make a new one.

If you aren’t happy find something that will make you that way.

If you make a mistake, try again.

The only time you fail is when you give up.

SO DON’T!

Take advantage of each day because it REALLY could be your last.

xoxo

OkieGirl

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We Always Start Somewhere.

As I sit here nibbling on some steak sauce covered tuna I realized that I probably seem really weird to my co-workers. Given they are family, they think I’m a little weird anyway.

Let me give you a little back story before I go into whatever I was about to head into.

In high school  I was pretty active (training horses every day after school and on the weekends) so I was actually in really good shape. I didn’t really eat GREAT, but it wasn’t terrible, and I honestly had no idea that there was a difference. I think I weighed about 180 pounds (I’m 5’11”) and I had the WORST body image of anyone I know. I thought I was fat and gross and would never EVER wear a bikini anywhere that was public. I graduated and went to training full time…got in even better shape. I still had no idea. I was holding a little body fat in my middle and I couldn’t see all the other amazing things about my body. I can’t even tell you what my middle actually looked like!

WELL – here I am some 6 years later. I’m very happily married, and absolutely love myself and my body. Want to know something crazy? I’ve gained 40 pounds! NO – I’m not proud of that, and NO I’m not healthy (hold please, getting to that one) but I DO love my body. I am still strong even though I’ve got some extra body fat…and my body puts up with tons of abuse and still keeps going.

Some time last year I decided I had to get my shit together and get rid of this extra weight. It wasn’t just to feel and look better…it was mainly because I was concerned for my health and my joints. Well …I wasn’t 100% committed and partying was way more fun than eating well and working out. I yo-yoed from fad diet to fad diet, burner and blocker to all kinds of stupid workouts….but I couldn’t ever stick with any of them.

I was never concerned about “fitness” only about losing some weight so I would feel better and look better.

It was around the end of June when my vision of weight loss and fitness and muscles all changed.

My sweet friend D (who has always been a fit girl/yogi/clean eater since I’ve known her) decided that she would take on a bikini fitness competition (yea, I had no idea what that was either!). Well, when girls do something like that they like to take photos mid-way through their “prep” to document how much their bodies change…I’m kinda a photographer, so she hit me up and we set a date.

That morning when I was snapping shots of D and P and chatting about what they do was the day I decided that I had to get on that heavy lifting bandwagon.

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(NOTE – those girls were still FIVE weeks out from their show – they rock!)

Well, of course I got all motivated for about a month…eating really well and working out (wrong) at home. I didn’t see results and off the wagon I fell. I kept making up excuses and just almost giving up on myself. Somewhere in all of that raucous I really found an interest in nutrition and just spent hours and hours each week reading and learning and researching. This eventually lead to a huge interest in fitness and the human body…reading, learning, researching. SO after about 3 months of that I decided that I was actually getting pretty dang educated on all of this and I should REALLY commit. So I did…and I haven’t looked back.

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I joined my local YMCA (we don’t have a gym) and it took me about a month to actually GO. I was doing yoga and focusing on my eating and started seeing some results and real changes in my body. That motivated me more. Last Monday I went to the gym for the first time since I got my membership and I smashed it. I went 4 days and worked out at home one day. My eating was good and I even managed to cut out a ton of those evening cocktails!

Something in my mind finally changed and I feel 1000% committed to building my best body. I have no doubt that this time will be the last time…and I will never have to take another before photo. I’m doing this for me and no one else. There will be people that discourage me and tell me that I’m crazy. There will be non believers and family members who mock my green smoothies. There will be people who don’t like that I have muscles instead of a soft figure but you know what…I DON’T CARE! It’s my body – not theirs!

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I realize this post has been about me finding a love of fitness…but this goes for anything. Keep working towards what you want and eventually you will find the right path to get there. It hasn’t been easy and I’m sure it will continue to challenge me – but I like that. I need that.

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I hope to one day be able to educate young women about the importance of clean eating and a healthy lifestyle…hell, I hope to be able to educate any woman! I just want to inspire people and help them find and achieve their passions.

This is going to be one hell of a journey and I’m excited that y’all will be sharing it with me.

Here’s to health and chasing dreams.

Now…it’s leg day so I’m gonna jet!

xoxo

OkieGirl

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