Borrowed from "Jack Sh*t"

I'm not sure why I find this so funny. But, in my opinion: Hilarious.

On why my husband should not touch my car...

Ok. First, can we agree on the fact that if the cap on your tire valve stem says N2, than there is NITROGEN, not air, in the tires? That said, if you try to remove said cap, and it doesn’t want to budge, can we agree that getting a wrench and FORCING it off is probably not the best idea? And, that if you do force one off, and it cracks, you should NOT just throw it in the grass because it’s, in your opinion, now deemed “useless”? And, certainly, if we do go that far, we obviously shouldn’t do the EXACT SAME THING to the other three tires, blaming their hesitancy to removal on “corrosion”, and throwing the now broken caps into the grass as well?  And it goes without saying that, should we get this far, we should probably not try and “figure out why it’s corroded” by pulling and twisting on one of the stems, which will, undoubtedly, result in the stem pulling loose from the tire. I don’t know if you know this or not, but that stem? It fills an actual hole in your tire. When you remove said stem? The tire does not remain inflated for very long. Fun Fact.

Onward...

Typing slowly today as my “good” arm is currently pulsating and twitching under the control of my very handy TENS unit originally intended and used for pre-surgery attempts to fix and post-surgery attempts to quicken recovery of my “bad” arm, which is, technically, now my good arm, I suppose.

Regardless.

Continuing on my theme of the year; still crossfitting, which I’m pretty sure is not an actual word and shouldn’t be used as a verb, but I’m using it anyway. In my first month I only lost 0.8 lbs. Yes. You read that right. ZERO point eight. I wanted to throw up, which, likely would have made it a nice even pound of lost weight, but I refrained, and instead allowed them to do measurements and body fat…drum roll…eff that damn scale, I lost 2% body fat! I can totally live with that. Add to that, I actually LIKE the other people in the “dawn patrol” and, after a brief period (sometimes not so brief) of convincing myself to get out of bed at dark o’clock in the morning, look forward to the workout.

This is not to say that I don’t finish almost every single workout by lying on the floor, dripping with sweat, calculating the odds that I am actually dying and wondering how I will muster the strength to wobble to the shower, because that’s pretty much par for the course.

I’ve been invited to join their training team and take part in the crossfit open; five boxes in five weekends…I’m considering…intimidated as hell, but considering nonetheless. I know what you’re thinking! It’s the year of f**k it, why not! I should already be signed up! So what is holding me back? I’ve been asking myself the same thing, and the only thing I’ve come up with so far is that I don’t want to embarrass myself. I know in my heart I haven’t committed 100% to the program (*ahem* mostly in the “clean diet” department) and I know that this means I will not perform as well as I THINK I should perform which will then fill me with a sense of guilt and dread. That sentence right there makes me a little sick…one day I will learn to live by the mantra that I pretend I live by…progress, not perfection.  That sentence also makes me realize that now I pretty much HAVE to sign up because I cannot let my own insecurity and the fear of not being good enough hold me back from anything. Should have learned that by now, but since I obviously haven’t, I think it’s high time I start to figure it out, no?

In other news:

Attended a running seminar regarding injury prevention and proper mechanics: very interesting and completely to blame for giving me an excuse to purchase a new pair of minimalist running shoes. A valentine’s day present from myself, if you will. I refrained from wearing them until it was actually valentine’s day, and though I haven’t run in them yet, I did wear them to CF and they are very comfortable!  Happy with the purchase. Though I suspect it will take quite a bit of effort to revamp my “running” (read: old man shuffle) technique as a heel strike landing would be disastrous! And painful! Hoping that the gym will put on a POSE technique seminar…that would be super!

Public Health clinical = working in the ghetto of the ghetto. Whew. Sad & a little scary sometimes. Mostly sad though.

MedSurg 2 clinical = ICU…love it so far, but it’s only just begun so time will tell…

Most exciting: Took a “conceal and carry” class and am now certified to carry a concealed weapon in 39 states! Badass!  Interesting side note: I am hella good with a .22…just sayin’

Thus far, February’s been sort of slow in the “new experiences” department…Took 75% of my kids to watch part of the Crossfit Challenge, 6^th annual battle for the cup…kids loved it, competitors were amazing…very motivating! And next week I’m going to Jeff City with a couple of the nursing girls to sit in on some ANA meeting of some sort…field trip!  Other than that, mostly work and school nonsense. 

Oh, and I asked my husband to move out. But that’s another subject entirely. Short story: he does not agree; discussion is anything but smooth.

2012--or the year of "f**k it...why not?"

In one succinct sentence, my entire resolution for this year is the title of this post

"f**k it...why not?"

This is my year of trying new things, doing those things I've said I've always wanted to do but was too scared/broke/lazy/preoccupied, or, more likely, that I was too busy putting everyone else's wants and needs before my own.

Priorities, people.  I'm making myself one.

So far: Rock climbing (indoors) with the boys on auto-belay, followed a week later with the Rock 101 class which taught me to belay as well as all the knots I need to tie in.  *Note to self: find a friend that wants to make this a somewhat regular thing...the one I took the class with, while I love her to her toes, I think will be hard to get to commit to repeat visits*

Also: Crossfit. 3 x week, starting my 4th week today...kicks my ass, but so far I've been really proud of myself; except for one day in which I, yes, had to give up. Sprints. Normally something I'd, on paper, look forward to, but I just didn't have any gas left in the tank. Went out too fast on the first two and had nothing left to give. In an unusual development, I developed great guilt over not finishing this workout and instead of drowning my sorrows with a "feel bad for myself" food binge, two days later I went to the track, warmed up with 1/4 mile jog, finished my other 5 sprints & cooled down with another 1/4 mile.  Was it the same as finishing at CF? No. Did I get as much out of it as I would have if I could have pushed through the pain and the I think I'm going to puke factor? Doubtful. Did I feel better about myself? Absolutely. I think that's good enough for now, and next time I'm confident that the memory of the feeling of guilt & disappointment will push me to go a little harder, a little faster, a little longer. Go Me.

In unrelated news, shoulder feels GREAT in all caps.  Actually, my "good" shoulder has been quietly complaining (*additional note to self: look up old rehab exercises and strengthen good shoulder*) but the repaired one is happy as a lark. That Dr. R. kicked serious ass on that surgery, and though the recovery was long & unhappy, the results are freaking awesome.

Also, on the mental side of things, I've always called myself an "emotional eater" because it seemed like an easy way to explain why I was heavier than I wanted to be, but I'm not sure I ever really bought into it...in my heart I think I always thought I was a lazy eater; grab what's in sight, preferably chocolate and peanut butter & eat till stuffed. I never really related it to my frame of mind, but I'm gaining some new insight on that whole concept...For a long time now I've just been moving forward, status quo, thinking good enough was good enough, but in a breaking development, I've found out that I haven't really been actually happy in a long time. Mostly a life of "eh" punctuated by moments of happiness...that is changing; new people, new situations, new outlooks...and, crazy thing, my intake of crap food has remarkably diminished, which I could probably, if I wanted to, write off as a phase, but now when the unhappy hits it's a huge difference from the happy and I'm feeling it much more clearly than before. As it turns out, when that unhappy hits, it's all I can do to keep from driving to the store for a PB Twix or something equally as delish and unhealthy. Turns out I am an emotional eater after all. Who knew.