Legs of Steel

More like, "my legs have been beaten with steel beams". So you know what that means? Yup, yesterday was my first day at the gym (a.k.a. the place that smells like sweaty socks).

The original plan was for me to do upper body on Monday, and then lower body/back on Wednesday, but she wound up switching things around. So yesterday we did lower body/back/triceps, and then Wednesday we'll kill the rest of me work the rest.

Yes, I do walk funny today. Yes, I make weird faces every time I stand up or sit down. Yes, I had an interview this morning that required me to stand up and sit down in front of several people who were probably wondering what in the world was wrong with that crazy girl who looks pretty healthy. Whew.

But in all honesty, I really did surprise myself despite my insane soreness. The sweaty socks room actually has three different workout rooms. One of the rooms is very tiny and is mainly for abs exercises. The second room has all of the cardio machine and what Roman likes to call "the girly machines". You know, with the vertical bench press and all that so that you don't have to deal with any real free weights. So the third room is what I like to call "the big boy room". Lots of free weights. Lots of dumbbells. Lots of scary machines. And lots of really big guys that are striving to get even bigger muscles than the ones they already have. I don't even like walking through that room to get to the women's locker room. Those machines look complex and intimidating. And the guys could probably pick me up with their pinky finger and throw me across the room.

So you can imagine my immediate despair when I realized I was working out in the big boy room. I decided that all of the guys must have dropped their weights so they could stare at me and make bets on how long I could go without crying. Surprisingly, this did not happen. Hallelujah. So what did happen? I discovered that the big scary machines were actually not so scary after all. In fact, some of them were just down right cool. Like the squat machine or that other funky looking machine that's supposed to work my butt and my lower back. (Hallelujah) Thanks to my trainer, I worked out on machines that I never would have selected on my own and used heavier weights than what I would have selected. And in case any of you are wondering, no, I did not shed a single tear. But yes, I sweated like a bajillion bottles of sweat. It was gross.

So even though it was hard as all get out and today I feel like I have been trampled by a million horses, I actually feel like this is something I am going to enjoy doing twice a week. Which means that one day, I will have legs of steel. So there.

"I can do all this through Him who gives me strength." ~Philippians 4:13

I Did It

Yup, that's right. I did it. I went to the building that smells like sweaty socks (a.k.a. the gym at work) and got the physical assessment done. She's going to work up my fitness plan over the weekend and I will start hitting the weights on Monday. I am excited because I finally got off my butt and did something, but I am nervous because I hate doing hard things, and getting back into shape is definitely in the "hard" category.

So how did the assessment go, you might ask. *insert sarcastic snort here* Let's just say, I have a lot of work to do.

I weigh 140.2 pounds. That's the most I've ever weighed in my life. That means I've gained almost 20 pounds since I got married two years ago. Yikes!!

She did the body fat percentage estimate by pinching the back of my arm, my hip and my thigh. I will not disclose my current body fat percentage or body mass index, mainly because I was too scared to look at the paper so I still don't know.  0:)  But if this is any indication.....

When she pinched my arm it became obvious that my biceps and triceps could quite possibly be only the size of a pencil. When she pinched my hip, well....I won't get into that. And when she *ahem* attempted to pinch my thigh, she exclaimed "wow, you have hardly any muscle there at all. I can't really get a good reading because your thigh is so soft, so I'll just make an educated guess."

Ouch....did you really have to say that??

But you know what? That's okay. I am not oblivious to the fact that I gained weight after I got married. And it really does not bother me that much. I'm not doing all of this so I can have a Hollywood body. I'm doing this because I want to live a long and healthy life. I want to be strong, both physically and mentally, and exercise is the best way to do that. Of course, I won't complain if my body looks like someone from Hollywood after a few months of my hard work (*wink*), but I'm not going to throw a fit and cry in the closet if it doesn't.

Which makes this the perfect time to share a quote that I have on my wall at work. I've also posted it as a Facebook status, so some of you may have already read it.....

"I am hysterical and brilliant but not a size two.....God had to be fair!"    Love it!

Oh yea, and she confirmed something else that I had already figured.....my diet sucks. She said it was the nutritionist's job to go into detail what I should be eating, but basically I don't get enough protein in my system (especially for someone who is already running almost every day), I eat too much starch at night (apparently you should get all of your starches out of the way as early in the day as possible), and I need way more fruits and veggies. She gave me a few suggestions to go ahead and start trying, but I don't buy groceries again until next Friday so some of them will have to wait.  :)   (Update: I forgot to mention in the original post that she did say the words "eat clean" several times while she was talking to me. So I'm really excited to meet with the nutritionist and see what she has to say about clean eating. I'll keep ya posted!)

I do not know exactly what exercises we will be doing until Monday, but here is a run-down of the schedule:

Monday: Weights-upper body (at the gym)
Tuesday: Abs, Cardio (at home or at gym)
Wednesday: Weights- back and lower body (at the gym)
Thursday: Abs, Cardio (at home or at gym)
Friday: Abs, Cardio (at home or at gym)
Saturday: Cardio (at home or at gym)
Sunday: Rest (hallelujah)

One thing that really makes me happy in all of this is the flexibility. I only HAVE to go to the gym two days out of the week. And with a busy person like me, that makes me really happy to have so much flexibility. One of the things that held me back from doing all of this was I was scared that I would be confined to spending hours every week in the gym and I knew I just didn't have time for that.

So that's about it for ya folks! I will of course keep all of you updated in the sweaty-socks smelling adventures. I hope all of you have a lovely weekend, I know I will be doing lots of cleaning and sleeping.....   ;)

"So I say, live by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the sinful nature." Galations 5:16

Don't Miss This

The women's class at my church has been going through a series called "Undercover" by John Bevere. Last night was Week 3, and let me tell you...that stuff hit home hard. The basic theme of this study is submission to authority: authority to those who have been placed over us and submission to the ultimate authority of God. This stuff is truly life changing y'all. There are things that I have learned in just these three sessions that have changed how I deal with my supervisors at work, and there are things that I have learned about obedience to God that I had never heard before.

Last night's topic was about disobedience to God. Thankfully I have the ability to listen and write at the same time, so I was able to jot down several quotes that I thought *ahem* stomped all over my feet and broke my toes. (These quotes are not word-for-word, but they are close.)

"You can create a Jesus that gives you what you want--that loves you and blesses you despite your constant disobedience, but that is rebellious and that is not the real Jesus." (please note: John Bevere is referring to those people who live a constant life of sin without repentance yet still continue to think that they are a Christian and deserve the blessing of God)

"The highest form of worshipping is not singing, it's obedience."  As a worship leader, that one threw me for a loop, but it's so true. We see worship as only singing, but obedience is so much more important!

"Rebellion is when you embrace your own reasoning and forsake obedience to God." Example: we 'reason' ourselves away with statements like "well everyone else is having sex before marriage and God is not striking them with lightening, so it must be okay"

"The greater the faith, the greater the obedience. The greater the obedience, the greater the faith." You really can't have faith in God as the King of the universe and then refuse to obey His Word.

"When you try to correct a religious person, they immediately clam up and refuse to hear you. They refuse to admit that they could be wrong because your correction made them feel uncomfortable. But anytime Scripture gets tough and convicts our hearts, it's going to be a little bit painful. We have to look at it as God causing a little bit of pain now to protect us from a whole lot of pain later in hell." Broken toes right there. I hate being corrected. I hate being told that I am wrong. But correction from God is absolutely 100% necessary in order for me to grow as a Christian and endure this world. We need to see God's commands not as a huge list of things we can't do, but as His divine protection for our eternal souls.  

"When we rebel, we bring God down to our own level. We think we know more than Him and know what is better for our own life. We make Him human like us." Something I had never thought about before, but that is true. I can look back into my past and see places where I deliberately disobeyed God because I thought it was okay for me to do something...I thought He just didn't understand the times we live in today. That is so silly, but we do it all of the time.

"Whether you are aware of it or not, there is a spiritual door to your life, called the Access Door. The Access Door gives legal access to sin and demonic power in your life. Obedience to God slams this door shut, but disobedience throws it wide open."

That last quote is what made the biggest difference for me. I had never thought of disobedience that way. I always viewed sin (and I believe this is how most of us view it as well) as something bad. Something bad that I do all of the time that I can just ask God for forgiveness for later. I'll gossip about somebody at work but it's okay, I'm a Christian and God loves me and He'll forgive me when I ask Him to. We use God's grace as a reason to continue sinning, rather than seeing it as the power that saves us from our sin.

Friends, this has got to stop. The unsaved people in America do not hate God, they just can't understand what's so great about Him because we live like they do. If God is so great and awesome and powerful, then why does the church act the way it does? Why aren't they different from the world? We have lost our reverence and respect for God. We put Him in a little box and sit Him on the shelf and live our lives our own way, but then when something bad happens we expect Him to rush in without hesitation and save the day.

God is not some sort of heavenly grandfather that gives us exactly what we want when we want it. And I believe He is growing so very tired of watching "the church" continuously disrespect Him and disobey His commands.

Sin is real folks. Spiritual warfare is real. Satan is real. Demons are real. The enemy desires to sift you like wheat. He desires to destroy your whole life. And when we disobey God, we throw open the doors to our souls and allow him to walk right into our lives and create a huge big mess. And one day, it will be too late. The trumpet will sound and the Lord will descend and it doesn't matter how much you say you love God, you will not be entering into heaven. Actions speak louder than words folks. And if we aren't striving daily to obey God, then we really don't believe in Him.

Of course we will mess up. I mess up every day, we all do. But where are our hearts? Are we desiring with every fiber of our being to please Him? Are we striving to work for His kingdom? Or are we too caught up in our own lives to care about the lost souls around us that are dying and going to hell? I believe a vast majority of the church is asleep, and it's time to wake up. It's time to run hard and fast after our Lord and Savior. It's time to try our best to be obedient to Him. That's all He wants: our very best...our whole souls in a constant effort to further His kingdom.

Time is running short. And I am afraid that if we don't wake up soon, we will miss Him. Don't miss this. Don't clam up and continue to dwell in your own self righteousness. Seek Him. Ask for His heart. Ask for His strength. Ask for Him to cleanse you and teach you His ways.

Be obedient. Your eternal soul depends on it.

"During the days of Jesus' life on earth, He offered up prayers and petitions with fervent cries and tears to the one who could save Him from death, and He was heard because of His reverent submission. Son though He was, He learned obedience from what He suffered and, once made perfect, He became the source of eternal salvation for all who obey Him."
~Hebrews 5:7-9

"We are witnesses of these things, and so is the Holy Spirit, whom God has given to those who obey Him."                                                                                                              ~Acts 5:32

Anchovies and Sweaty Socks

Let me go ahead and apologize for any and all references to the word "anchovy", including the title of this post. I'm having a 'thing' with that word right now. Ahem.

You see, it all started when Roman sent me a text this morning. He was trying to be sweet, but his phone had other intentions. "You are beautiful and anchovy, and I love you!!!" I text him back saying that I was glad I am an anchovy and I loved him too. He replied that he meant to say "amazing" instead of "anchovy", but it was too late. The obsession with the word anchovy had already begun. Until further notice, Roman's name is now "anchovy". There is also a really great chance that I will change the beginning of words to make some sort of reference to the word anchovy as well. Example: I hope you have a great, anchovian day! My anchovy husband is going to want to kick his phone for the auto-correct calling me anchovy by the end of this week. Okay fine, not really. What will really happen is we will be hysterically laughing every time we incorporate the word into a sentence because we still act like children every so often....sometimes most of the time.

So you may be wondering, what does sweaty socks have to do with anchovies? Nothing at all. I just wanted anchovies to be in the title of my post, because anchovies are the best thing since sliced bread. Unless that sliced bread is made with anchovies, and then they're equal.

And I digress......I was really just going to update everybody on what's going on with this whole "clean eating" thing.

Anchovy Roman and I discussed everything last night. We came to the conclusion that we have not concluded on anything yet. Yes, very adult-like of us. Here are the two main issues we are having:

1) We are still broke. Anchovy Roman has not yet found a job and buying mostly fruits and vegetables will get very expensive, very fast. The couple on that website I talked about yesterday said they spend almost $120 a week on groceries. A week! I spend $150 a month! Now I'm sure they buy certain things that are pricier and there are probably ways that I can cut corners, but I'm worried that we won't really be able to afford to do this until Roman finds his full-time job.

2) Anchovy Roman has a black hole in his stomach. No really, he does. That man weighs 140 pounds. He's weighed between 135 and 140 the entire time I've known him. Yet he eats enough for three people. You may laugh, but I am not kidding. It's like he has a tapeworm or something. So I worry that with his high metabolism, he's just not going to be able to stay full. Granted, eating clean does not mean stop eating meat, but I just have a lot of questions on what type of stuff he should eat in order to keep him fuller longer that will A) not be gross and B) not be the same food every single day. So I'm going to talking with that couple from the website and see what kind of response they come back with.

So for right now, we haven't really made a decision. Well, I guess we've made half of a decision. We've decided that we would like to try this out, but we aren't sure how to go about it just yet.

Okay, so now for the sweaty socks. I have been wanting to go down to the gym here at my place of work-age for quite some time now. Short run-down: when I got married two years ago, I wore a size 5 jean and weighed 125 pounds. My current weight now is 140 pounds and my size 8 jeans no longer fit. Yikes! Thank you late-night snacks during college that consisted of cookies and coffee. So, now that college is over and I have more free time on my hands I've been wanting to go to the gym and speak with the trainer and the nutritionist on what I need to do to get whipped back into shape. Otherwise, I need to go shopping for new clothes, and seeing as how the trainer and nutritionist is free, I figure it'd be best if I just lost that "College 15".

Gyms scare me y'all. They smell like sweaty socks. And there is always some old guy in there that looks at you funny. And lifting weights is hard. And I am a chicken. Which is why I've avoided that building like the plague for almost a year now. Until today. (insert dramatic-themed movie music here)

I went down there during my lunch break to see what I needed to do to get started. I actually found out later in the conversation that I was speaking with the nutritionist, so she went ahead and gave me her hours and told me to make an appointment. I am supposed to come back at four this afternoon to meet with the trainer and get all my introductory stuff out of the way and develop my training plan, then I will set up an appointment with the nutritionist.

This is where the clean-eating thing comes in. I figured it would be a good idea to actually talk to a real-life certified nutritionist on what I need to eat. I want her opinion on this clean eating concept. I want to see what kind of nutritional knowledge she has that might help me to not be so tired all the time.

I am actually sort of excited. The little person inside me is nervous as all get out because now I've committed to something that is going to make me work hard and force me to go inside of a building with weight lifting machines and sweaty-sock smells. But I'm putting duct tape over that little person's mouth and I'm going to be a big girl and go back to that gym at four o'clock this afternoon and start my life as a much healthier, stronger me.

I just hope the nutritionist doesn't mention anything about eating anchovies, because that will cause me to burst into uncontrollable laughter and she will think I'm completely out of my mind.

"'I have the right to do anything,' you say-but not everything is beneficial. "I have the right to do anything"-but not everything is constructive."    ~1 Corinthians 10:23

Writer's Block

I've always loved reading and writing. I learned how before I was even in K-5 and have been reading books and writing silly stories ever since. But for the past few days, I've logged onto this blog several times, written the title to a post, only to later delete the title and log out. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I just can't seem to come up with anything good to write. It's not like I don't have plenty of topics that I could write about (i.e. our camping trip this past weekend, my beloved child dog, my flowers that are still alive...), it's just that I don't feel like writing about any of that stuff.

*sigh*

But perhaps if I just start writing about something, then my creative juices will start flowing again and I can stop feeling like a dumb-dumb head. So here goes!

I've been reading a lot lately about the concept of "clean eating". Basically, clean eating is eating foods that have not been chemically processed and have natural ingredients. For instance, if I were to do this I would stop eating things like fast food and fried chicken. Yikes! It sounds scary in my mind, but for some reason I keep coming back to this topic. I think God's trying to tell me something.......                 .......Let me explain.

For almost the entire two years I've been married, I've struggled with fatigue. Now I have several theories on this struggle, both physical and spiritual. But the past few months it has gotten really bad. As in I'm-ten-minutes-late-for-work-every-morning bad. The only time I don't feel tired is when I sleep ten hours (or more). And then I can still take a nap in the afternoon and go to bed early that night (naturally this would occur on a Saturday, not during the week!)

I have gone to the doctor several times and have been tested for all sorts of stuff, but all of my levels are fine. So I have just been assuming that this had to do with something spiritual combined with some unknown thing that was stressing me out and sucking out all of my energy.

Until a few weeks ago.

I saw something on one of the Christian blogs I follow about sugar addiction. I had heard of this before, but never gave it any thought. But this time, I read the post, and I've been doing research ever since. We Americans eat an insane amount of sugar. And it's not good for us at all. Some people handle it okay, but others literally become addicted to it. This leads to an overall feeling of sluggishness and fatigue.

Hm. Fatigue. My brain started ticking. Then today I ran across another Christian blog devoted entirely to "clean eating." I had been reading several other websites about this, but I wasn't too sure I could trust them. This one seems a lot more credible, mainly because they aren't trying to sell me anything and it's flooded with Scripture and science. Everything you could ever need is on that website, from how to get started all the way down to how to deal with family members who belittle you for choosing to eat clean.

So now I am considering trying it. Just for four weeks (unless it actually works). Most of the comments said that after just 7 days they were feeling so much better and had so much more energy. So if it takes 7 days for most people to start feeling better, than surely four weeks would be plenty of time for me to feel better (if chemicals in food and sugar addiction really is the cause of my fatigue).

I am praying that this is the answer I've been searching for....that God gently lead me to all of these websites so that I could change my lifestyle and be ready to face the day. I don't like being late everywhere I go. I don't like feeling so tired all of the time. I would love to be one of those morning people who just jump out of bed singing songs and jogging through the neighborhood. And even if I never am a happy morning person, just getting to work on time before my tardy-butt gets fired would be nice!  ;)

Tonight me and my husband will have a talk about all of this. We will pray about it. I will ask his opinion and truly listen. And then we will make a decision. Of course, I will keep you guys posted on what we decide and how I plan to take on all of this.  :)


Whew! Finally managed to write a post. Goodbye writer's block!

Step 1: Admit You Have a Problem

Roman and I realized last night that we have become one of those people. You know who I am talking about. You've seen them in the park and snickered at them. You may have even seen them on TV and laughed at their silliness. You joke about them with your friends, and vow you will never become like that. I know, because Roman and I once did the same thing. But Roman and I have succumbed to the pressure and become the very people we used to laugh at quietly to ourselves.

I'm talking about those crazy dog-loving people. You know, the ones who treat their dogs like they are people and allow the dog to run their lives. Some of you are laughing right now because you are thinking of that crazy dog-loving person in your life (us, perhaps?) and wondering what in the world is wrong with their brains. Others of you are wondering how it took us so long to realize that we had a dog-loving problem.

Roman and I realized the extent of our dog-loving-ness last night. We went to the high school last night to watch the 4th of July fireworks (Happy Birthday America, by the way). We were going to bring our beloved four-legged child dog, but then realized that he would probably be afraid of the noise and bark the whole time. Upon arriving to the high school, before we even got out of the truck, my best friend exclaimed "Where's Duke?" We replied that we had left him at home because we were worried that he would bark the whole time, to which she replied, "Oh my gosh, you left him at home??!!???"

Whatever could she mean by that comment?

And then my sister-in-law made the same comment. And then my mother did. And then some other friends did too. And then I realized, we have become one of those crazy dog-loving people.

Which reminds me of a conversation my mother and I had just a few hours before the fireworks. We had gone to her house for some yummy steaks and way too much food. Of course, Duke was with us. Roman went out into the yard and started snapping some pictures because our child dog looked especially stunning last night...

Mom: Look at Roman out there taking pictures of that dog. What is he going to do when you guys have children?
Me: Probably continue to take more pictures of the dog. Probably take more pictures of the dog than our children.
Mom: What is Duke going to do when you have children? You're going to have to give him away so that he won't be so depressed by the lack of attention.
Me: (with a high squeaky voice because my mother just suggested we give away our child dog) Whatever! That dog is going to be great with our kids. He will love them. He will be a guard dog. And he will probably be in most of the pictures that we take of them!
Mom: laughs hysterically

And I'm not even going to get into the fact that Duke now likes to lay next to me with his head on my pillow. For two nights in a row I have woken up to his nose in my face. He lays there like a little person. Except he's not so little. He's over 70 pounds and can easily pull me to the ground.

Yup, it is very obvious that Dukey Bear is me and Roman's pride and joy. People ask me when we are going to start having kids. What? We had a child back in November. November 29th, to be exact. At about 5:30 p.m. His birth name was Jabo, but when we adopted him we changed it to Duke. Duke Casterline. Otherwise known as Waggy Face, Dukey Bear, Dukey Head, Dukey Face, Puppy Dog, Dumb Dumb Head, Stretchy Puppy, and Hey, Don't Eat My Cat. Can't we get a little bit of a break before we have another child?? This one hasn't even turned a year old yet, for goodness sakes!!

But there are two things that I will never, ever do. I will never hold my child dog. Mainly because he weighs too much. I would strain my back. I will also never put sweaters on him. That is just too far. Also, Dukey Bear would not like them. We tried putting a T-shirt on him once and that did not go too well. Besides, he's so gorgeous already, why cover up his pretty self with a sweater???

But in complete and utter serious-ness. I really do love this dog y'all. And I really believe that sometimes, God sends these furry children animals our way to bring a little bit of joy in a dark world. There have been many days that I have come home from a bad day at work to be greeted by his happy little self. Or maybe Roman and I are having an argument, only to be interrupted by a dog (who acts like he can talk) which leads us to laughter and forgiveness.

This not-so-little-anymore puppy was adopted from a shelter. His mom was a golden retriever, but we have no idea what his dad was. We paid $85 dollars for him. And have since paid a lot more than that for puppy shots and medicine when he got sick. But that dog is some of the best money Roman and I have ever spent and we would do it again in a heartbeat. Because I know that Dukey Face was crafted by God especially for us. And he will forever hold a place in our hearts as the first child dog we had in our married lives.

But I can't wait to go get his nails done tomorrow. Those things hurt when he sits in my lap.

TV anyone?

So, this happened over the weekend:

Image from: http://www.gtvhub.com/2010/10/30/dish-network-begins-selling-logitech-revue-for-179-00-plus-shipping/

Woo hoo! Goodbye rabbit ears that never worked, hello countless episodes of NCIS and CSI. So what made us finally make the switch?

1. Roman and I did not want to get satellite TV until we got done with school. It was already a distraction with the four channels we could get, we didn't want to be distracted by 120 channels!

2. The antenna just stopped working for us. It got to a point that no matter where we placed it or how much tinfoil we wrapped around it, we could not get a single channel to come through without it skipping or randomly losing a signal. When there's bad weather on the way and I cannot even watch the local weather on TV, that makes me sad. When my favorite TV show is on (i.e. NCIS) and the antenna only seems to function when there is a commercial playing, well that just makes me mad.

3. The contract for our wireless internet ends in one week. We had a mobile hotspot through Verizon so that I could do my school work anywhere we went: home, car, family's house, etc. It was one of those costs that we just had to swallow, and for $67 a month, sometimes that was a really big cost to swallow. Oh well, the life of an online college student. But now that college is over (woop woop!!), we don't need that bill anymore. So we dropped the internet and picked up Dish Network instead (which we are getting for $42, so we are going to save $25 extra a month). Besides, Roman's phone is also a hotspot with unlimited data, and I have a smartphone with functioning internet, so what's the point of keeping a $67 bill around? That's right, there isn't one.

Roman and I may be camping out on our couch for the next several days, so just let us be. Okay fine, not really. But seriously, I am more than excited about being able to finally watch my shows, the weather channel, and House Hunters on HGTV. Now if I can just remember how to work that darn remote.....     :)   :)

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:  ......a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,"          ~Ecclesiastes 3:1 and 4