We, as women, are bombarded every day with mixed messages. At the grocery store check out line we are told how to get flat abs, have better sex, and “perfect hair”. The ultimate message being we aren’t enough.

Then we log onto Facebook and see our friends sharing images or articles with the message “Real Women Have Curves” or  bashing (or praising) Maria Kang for posting a meme about excuses or a multitude of other anti-body shaming messages. Don’t get me wrong. I’m NOT for body shaming and I’ve seen some really really great articles on body loving. I’m glad women are speaking up and saying it’s okay to love our bodies as they are because that couldn’t be more true no matter what you look like.

No matter what you look like.

Not nice.

Because sometimes the attempt at body love goes too far one way and depending on where you are on the spectrum of body types the message for many women still is “you are not enough”. Often this message is coming from (well intentioned) friends and family and that can be harder to hear than the messages we get from media outlets. We know that _____ (insert company) wants to sell us _____ (insert product) because it will supposedly make us more attractive, successful, or desirable. I think most of us also know that that message is also a load of crap.

It’s important in this social media backlash against the ideal (whatever that may be because depending on whether you are looking at Vogue, Fitness, or a mens magazine I see more than one ideal represent.) to remember that these women are human and no amount of dieting, makeup, or plastic surgery can change that fact. The woman with the tummy tuck, breast augmentation, face lift, and hair color is just as real as the crunchy hippy wearing nothing but a faded sundress.

NOT nice no matter how you look at it.

Just as we shouldn’t make an overweight person feel less than. We shouldn’t make the skinny woman feel as if she’s not a real woman because she doesn’t have curves. Or call the girl with the six pack abs and sculpted deltoids a “man” or worse (in my opinion) selfish because she chooses to make choices that keep her looking lean and fit. Or assume people who work hard on their appearance (physically or financially) are  self-centered. Or declared that someone is motivated by fitspo is shallow.

That’s not to say certain behaviors are not sometimes signs of underlying issues. Excessive plastic surgery, over exercising, over eating, or restrictive eating are potentially dangerous habits that should be addressed but last I heard having issues doesn’t make us less than human. Having issues makes us human. And humans, all humans, are worthy of love and respect.

People are so much more complex than the endless list stereotypes we stick on them.

You are valuable six pack or not.

You are valuable skinny or not.

You are valuable curves or not.

You are valuable with or without plastic surgery.

You are valuable as mother or not.

You are valuable in a relationship or single.

The list goes on.

Nothing can make you more or less valuable.

Nothing can you make you more or less “a real woman”.

Nothing.

You are enough as you are. You are valuable because you are you.

Don’t let any media with its narrow ideals or well intentioned social media meme tell you otherwise.

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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It’s not often that I sit down and feel I need to write but tonight is one of those nights.

On the first of this month, I wrote that I was going to take on a different kind of challenge, forgiveness.  Forgiveness February is what I called it. I had a series of posts I thought I’d write discussing the topic of forgiveness.

To be honest, I forgot about it.

But God didn’t.

I’ve been in a pretty good place with relationships for the last few years. Sure there have been some bumps and a person or two who I decided it was best to distance myself from but overall things have been good in the relationships department.

Then a few days ago as this month neared its close, I got a simple Facebook message and friend request.

From someone who had hurt me. Deeply.

My first response was to hit delete, “not now”, or ever. Or throw my phone across the room.

For over five years, I have wanted to let her know how. much. she. hurt. me.

Then I remembered I had declared Forgiveness February in my little world.

I knew.

I knew in my heart God was asking me to let light shine into a tiny but dark crevice of my life.

I knew I was to finally, after 5 years, extend true forgiveness.

For twenty four hours I chewed on my thoughts. I read reread the message looking for cryptic signs of insincerity.

Then I replied to the message and accepted the virtual handshake.

Accepting a friend request isn’t a big deal but realizing I still held some resentment and letting it go was.

Accepting that friend request and replying to the message opened up a space to let peace trickle in.

Peace I had convinced myself I had but didn’t.

Yeah, it really was Forgiveness February.

Or perhaps I should of called it Freedom February because with forgiveness comes freedom.

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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Since we have stopped moving, i.e., decided to spend the winter in Colorado, my weeks have become a little routine.

Last week there were a few twists to keep things interesting.

One

I tried my first black run on a snowboard. Despite my I-conquered-this-beast posture in the above picture, the run didn’t go so well. It was an ungroomed run through the trees. Have you ever seen a walrus in a zoo or aquarium? Well you know how they move on land? That’s how I look when I fall in powder on my snowboard. 

I should have learned my lesson. The week before I tried an ungroomed run under the lift and got stuck in a few feet of powder. I ended up wallowing around like a walrus in the snow shouting, “I. AM. NOT. HAPPY.” to Brent who was further down the hill. I’m certain the people on the lift appreciated the entertainment.  

Two

I tried hot yoga for the first time. It was a hot vinyasa class that was…well…really hot. I surprisingly enjoyed it as long as I wasn’t thinking about other people’s body moisture filling the air at an alarming rate. It also confirmed some imbalances and tightness I knew I have going on with my body. I’m considering taking more classes either at the hot yoga studio or at the recreation center. I’m torn because it seems the quality of the teachers would be better at the studio but the recreation center is more affordable. Hmmm….

I also have a whole new perspective on yogis. I always thought it was a bunch of “woo woo” people sitting around sniffing sandalwood seeing who could zone out the most or twist themselves into the smallest pretzel.

I was wrong.

There were some seriously strong girls in there. It was impressive, beautiful, and peaceful so I apologize to my yogi friends for my misconceptions. I definitely see more yoga in my future.

Three

For the first time in a long time, I stuck to my workout schedule. You know your life is exciting when you consider sticking with a workout schedule “a twist”.

Monday  – Strength Training and Walking
Tuesday – Snowboarding and Walking
Wednesday – Strength Training and Walking
Thursday – Snowboarding and Walking
Friday – Strength Training and Walking
Saturday – Walking (This was the day I also tried hot yoga)
Sunday – Walking

I’ve also decided to do at least part of my 10,000 steps a day with my boys. I had been doing a large part of them on the treadmill but then it hit me: why not spend time with them and help them to keep active rather than spend an hour and twenty minutes on the treadmill. Duh.

Anyway this was my week in a nutshell. I fully intended to edit another workout video but it got lost among homeschooling (It’s like a job but without pay…not complaining…I feel very fortunate to be able to guide my boys education.), snowboarding, errands, cooking, laundry, cleaning the rv toilet, and all the other stuff that makes life glamourous. I am hoping to get to it this week and I also have another Girl Hero to share so until then….

How was your week? What sort of workouts did you do? Have you ever tried yoga? Hot yoga? Any advice on deciding between the yoga studio and the town rec center for classes?

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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My jeans are finally fitting better.

I haven’t made an effort to lose weight since I trained for my RKC weekend. I’m generally pretty comfortable in my body (most of the time) but over the last year as we traveled I ate more calories than than I burned. Pretty simple.  I wasn’t fat…not by a long shot…but I got to a point to where my jeans weren’t fitting.

It happens.

I had to make the choice to buy new jeans or lose some weight.

So I decided to eat a little less and move a little more. I also decided I wasn’t going to do anything extreme or follow any kind of “plan”.

No offense to those who follow Paleo. There is some solid science behind Paleo. I just thought it was funny. :-)

No cutting carbs.

No eliminating food groups.

I was just going to eat what I wanted but keep an eye on portions/calories.

And something amazing happened.

By moving more and eating a little less (I can pound a serious amount of food) I’ve been losing about a pound a week.

I haven’t felt deprived once.

The majority of my food has been whole real food because nourishing my body is a priority regardless of my weight but I’ve been reminding myself a serving a almond butter isn’t half the jar.

Although I’ll confess, up until a few days ago, I was even eating cookies, cake, and candy. (We wont’ talk about the hot doughnut shop that’s a short walk from the ski resort parking lot.) Keeping a food journal, an eye on calories, and having an accountability partner has helped me to eat those things in *GASP* moderation. It’s no small miracle because moderation is my strong suit.

Then few days ago, I decided I needed a “reset” because I was eating some sugar every day and decided to pass on sweets for the rest of this month. The sweets didn’t seem to be slowing down my weight loss but considering my past sugar addiction I was fearful things would spiral out of control. I don’t want to go there again.

Of course, the day I decided to pass on sweets (I like the word “pass” because it implies a choice and my choice puts me in the powerful position not the food.) a guy on the bus opened a box of Girl Scout Thin Mints and offered me one. When I said, “No thanks.” He offered me three. Punk. I decided to pass because February is short but the satisfaction of the cookies is even shorter.

There has been no extreme exercising either. Although unlike my tendency to try extreme diets, extreme exercising has never been an issue. I just decided to get up off my butt and move more. I go snowboarding a few afternoons a week, do short full body workouts 2/3x a week, and walk an average of 8,400 every day thanks to the motivation my Fitbit provides. It’s more than manageable. It’s been fun.

All this to say (once again)

It’s consistency that counts not perfection.

And

There isn’t a magic plan.

I’ve skipped workouts. I have had hot doughnuts.

But the difference is I didn’t say, “Forget it. I messed up.” Then blow off the rest of my workouts for the week and eat two dozen cookies a day.

I just made an effort to move more and eat thoughtfully consistently.

And it’s working.

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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A few weeks ago, we visited a small church. As part of the service four tables or stations with reflective activities were set up around the room.  At one of the station there were thin slices of tree trunk on which we were invited to write a word of the year. I chose the word, “trust”.

Trust is my comfort food of words like hot bowl of chili on a cold night.

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Last night as we gathered around the table with our nomadic friends I was surprised when someone brought up “word of the year”. We went around the circle sharing our words. When it was my turn I went to my old standby, “trust”.

Trust is a an important word to me.

It’s oxygen to my soul.

But trust can also be like a soft warm bed. It can be so cozy that it becomes more of an excuse to sleep the days away rather than the faith that the bridge will hold when you cross it.

As 2013 grew closer by the minute, another friend gently questioned my word of the year as if it might be a cop out.

It was.

It’s not that I don’t doubt my future and my purpose from time to time but over the years I have learned that things do work out. I’ve learned I can lean into God and he mysteriously carries me out of life’s fires. Slowly but steadily, I’ve learned to trust more than fear. We wouldn’t have left our comfortable life in Ventura for a life on the road if I didn’t have a fair amount of trust.

I quickly came up with a new word “confidence”. A word which, if you think about it, is really only a few steps from trust. Another friend suggested, “acceptance.” Hmmmm…acceptance is always good and I certainly could use a little more self acceptance.

The clock struck 12. Brent and I shared our first kiss of 2013. We headed back to our RV and tumbled into bed.

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Around 4 am, I awoke and heard a whisper over my pounding headache, “Movement.”

Movement.

My word of the year.

It’s a bit ironic if you think about it. We are full time travelers in an RV and rarely stay more than two weeks in one place. We are always on the move.

But I heard it over and over again as I lay in bed my skull splitting from too many glasses of wine.

Movement. Movement. Movement.

Then I realized even though we spent last year on the move visiting over half the states in our country, I’ve been stuck.

Stuck in a rut in my mind.

For a long time.

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Yesterday morning, my family and I sat around the table writing down areas of character we would like to see grow, things we would like to experience, places we would like to go, and skills we would like to learn this year.  The first thing I wrote on my list was “follow through”.

Following through = Movement

I also wrote that I wanted to learn to play the guitar. I got a guitar for my birthday more than 10 years ago and I’ve been wanting to pick it up since.

Strumming = Movement

I’ve been repeating stories in my head for years. Stories that I want to get out of my head and onto paper.

Writing = Movement

I’ve been wanting to deepen my relationship with and understanding of God.

Prayer and Study = Movement

Of course, there is my goal to walk 3,000,000 steps in 2013 because movement matters.

Walking = Movement (Quite literally ;-))

Then there was the kicker.

“You trust so you can move,” said the whisper.

For a few weeks, a particular quote has been coming to my mind repetitively.

“A ship in the harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.” – most often attributed to John Shedd

Ships are meant to sail not to stagnate.

Movement.

Movement of the body.

Movement of the mind.

Movement of the soul.

This year I’m challenging myself to sail out of the harbor and brave the rough waters because I know a God who will calm the sea.

First there is trust.

Then comes movement.

Do you have a word of the year? Happy New Year!!!

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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What does it mean to live? I mean really live?

I’ve been asking myself this question this month as we have been preparing to head west for a spot 10,000 feet above sea level where we will spend the winter snowboarding and freezing our butts off in our RV. 

It’s insane.

For starters, it’s stretching our budget. In order to do this, we are saying no to a lot of things we would like to say yes.

Secondly, we are going to live for three months in our 320 square foot RV with a preteen in weather where the average low is 0°. ZERO. That is insane on more than one level. Mothers of preteens will understand.

Thirdly, I don’t even know how to snowboard.

We spent last winter in Florida. It was wonderful. We swam with manatees, explored empty beaches, experienced romantic island sunsets, and canoed with alligators. We seriously considered this option again and, right now, with my little heater going full blast by my feet I’m thinking we should have considered Florida a little more seriously for this winter.

There are so many reasons why we should be going back to Floria or to our “home” in California this winter.

But if I’ve learned anything living on the road, it’s that I want to live. Really live not just exist.

We lived a lot of our life playing it safe with Brent working in a cubicle and the boys sitting in a classroom while I wasted time on the internet took care of our household duties. Not those things are bad in and of themselves and I certainly don’t want anyone who lives a traditional lifestyle to feel judged. I’m sure someday we will return to a version of that life.

But, for us, going back to Florida or California would have been playing it safe. We didn’t sell our stuff and leave our comfy life in Ventura to play it safe. We left all that stuff to fill our lives with adventure and to really live.

Really living doesn’t mean you have to create a mobile income, sell all your stuff, and hit the road in an RV. Although I highly recommend it.

Really living is living with intention.

Really living is focused on things that matter to you not things that the culture tells you should matter.

12 ways to live. To really live.

1. To really live,  means, for most of us, saying no to some things so you can can yes to other things when making a budget or schedule.

2. To really live, means valuing time and people over money and things.

3. To really live, means facing discomfort and challenges.

4. To really live, means learning new things or being open to new ideas. 

5. To really live, means trusting your gut instinct even if conventional “wisdom” says otherwise.

6. To really live, means developing relationships with people that stretch you.

7. To really live, means doing life and not letting life do you.

8. To really live, means sometimes taking the path less traveled or forging your own.

9. To really live, means shutting out the messages in the media that you are not enough.

10. To really live, means facing our fears and kicking them in the face.

11. To really live, means recognizing a big picture where we aren’t the center.

12. To really live, means realizing we are not in complete control of our lives and going with it.

Going to the mountains in our RV for the winter is hard for a terrified control freak like myself who doesn’t like the cold.

I’m terrified our heater will break and we won’t be able to afford a new one.

I’m terrified of the possibility that my kids may hate me for taking them on the road like gypsies when other kids are hanging out with friends talking about the lastest pop star.

I’m terrified that I’m going to feel trapped and depressed during the long winter nights in our RV.

I’m terrified one of us is going to break a wrist or a tailbone or worse.

Yet even with all my fears lined up, aimed, and ready to fire, I’m running full speed, like Red Rover, straight into the line trusting there are invisible hands to lift us when we fall.

Yes, tomorrow we will pack up those snow chains, pile up the blankets, and grab our helmets to head for a new adventure in the mountains.  

Do you have irrational fears of the cold? Can you snowboard? Any tips to keep me from breaking my neck? What does it mean to you to really live?

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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While I love exercising outside not having the option to exercise inside has been getting to me.

As the weather changes my workout windows are getting smaller. It’s getting dark earlier and the mornings are getting cold. I’ve been trying hard not to complain because I realize getting to live in an RV and see 48 (hopefully 49) states is an amazing opportunity. I love my life. It’s just that bugs, wind, dirt, and tiny space can get old. Yet, it is a small price to pay for living my dream.

Anyway I felt like I needed a break so I gave myself permission to take a week off without feeling guilty on the condition I would get back into my routine the following week.

Once the week ended, cold or not, I eased back into my routine with four workouts in four different locations.

Tuesday I did a strength based workout at our campsite.

Followed by foam rolling in the RV. It’s a little tight but with the weather changing I’m not left with a lot of options.

Thursday we filmed Minnesota for my state kettlebell workout series.

Friday I did my second strength based workout of the week.

Thing Two now takes about half of my pictures for the blog. I think he is doing a great job and I particularly loved this shot with the yellow leaves and sunlight.  Of course I’m his mom, but I think he has an excellent eye for a 9 year old.  Anyway, he loves it and he feels really proud when I post the pictures he takes.

Sunday we went hiking and in the evening I did my third strength based workout for the week. I really didn’t want to workout. It was near dusk and getting cold. As I set up my pull up bar I began to fill angry about “having” to set up again and all the dirt on my pants. I know it sounds ridiculous when looking at the beautiful  hillside but it was how I was feeling in the moment.

However, something happened a few minutes later that reinvigorated my love for working out outside and reminded me of my blessings.

Wild horses walked across the ridge behind our campsite!!! (See the tiny brown and black dots in the center!)

My spirits instantly soared and I remembered how lucky I am to be healthy and able to do what I am doing. Truth be told, I also sort of felt like a spoiled brat complaining about the cold and dirt (Hangs head.) but I’m only human.

I took a longer rest between sets than usual to walk closer for a picture fo this beauty.

I’m so thankful.

Even for the dirt and bugs.

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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A few months ago we visited the 9/11 Memorial. Needless to say, it was sobering.

As I walked along walls covered with names of those who died, I came across this lone rose. Sometimes losses are too big for words.

Other times words remind how big the loss.

Further around the memorial, I saw a group of people gathered around a tree. It was the “Survivor Tree”. I had not heard of it before and learned that the tree was found among the rubble following the 9/11 attacks after all hope of finding life had been lost. The burnt tree had one living branch. It was sent to a nursery and, surprisingly, it recovered.

In 2010, the tree was uprooted again during a storm. Again it recovered.

Today, it sits at the 911 Memorial as a symbol of hope, strength, and rebirth. It’s a symbol we all need or will need at some point of our lives. It reminds us that even among a pile smoldering ash we can find hope.

If you are looking for a simple way to remember those who died, I did an In Honor of Heroes kettlebell workout last year. It’s not much but it’s something.

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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“Live your dreams”

A phrase so overused that it has about as much depth as a rubber bracelet it is seen stamped on.

Many of us have lost sight of our dreams. They got stored with our childhood toys and they didn’t hear that My Little Ponies made a comeback. Or cynicism is not cool.

While in North Carolina, we visited the Wilbur and Orville Wright Memorial at Kitty Hawke. It was powerful standing where the first human being took flight. Where two men lived their dreams.

The Wright Brothers didn’t achieve their dream to fly overnight. They took the time to change and refine their flyers until on December 14, 1903 Wilbur (who won a coin toss) would live his dream.

Except he didn’t. He oversteered and the flyer dove into the sand.

Bummer.

They made repairs and three days later it was Orville’s turn to live his dream and attempt the world’s first heavier than air human flight. He succeeded by going a distance of 120 feet.

Yep, that first flight only went 120 feet. A 12 second dream.

The second flight went a distance 175 feet.

The third went 200 feet.

The fourth went 852 feet.

Sixty-six years later a man walked on the moon.

Dreams aren’t trite.

My point is not that we will all change the course of human history like the Wright Brothers. My point is that we can all live our dreams whatever they may be. We can all fly” further than we can imagine with a little persistance and courage. If your first attempt fails make some tweaks and take off again.

And again.

The inscription on the bottom on the Wright Brother monument says, “In commemoration of the conquest of the air by the brothers Wilbur and Orville Wright conceived by genius achieved by dauntless resolution and unconquerable faith.”

There is no magic needed to live your dreams only resolve and faith.

“achieved by dauntless resolution”

“and unconquerable faith.”

This is how to take flight.

This is how to make a difference.

This is how to live your dreams.

Go soar. Even if it’s only for 12 seconds.

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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I hope you had a good Memorial Day weekend.

I had a sincere paradigm shift this weekend. Before this weekend, I’ve never really connected to the meaning of Memorial Day. Fortunately, I’ve never lost a loved one due to the horrors of war. I’m ashamed to admit but before this weekend Memorial day was more about a “summer kick off”. It was a three day weekend. It was a “goal date” to be bikini ready.

Not anymore.

Our weekend started on Friday with a visit to Manasses National Battlefield. Saturday, we went to Harpers Ferry. Sunday, we went to Antietem National Battlefield. Yesterday, we went to Gettysburg National Battlefield.

After all that bikinis and BBQs seem inconsequential.

Freedom is not free.

With a sincere heart I want to say, thank you to all who have served.

It was hot and humid this weekend. In some ways, I think it made visiting the battlefields all that much more powerful. Walking 4.5 miles in cotton t-shirt and shorts during 90 degree weather is one thing. Walking 4.5 miles (Or more…much more.) in a Civil War soldier’s uniform of long underwear, shirt, wool hat, wool pants, and wool coat while carrying 45lbs of gear is another.

I have no excuses.

Week Four Results of Movement Matters 10,000 Steps a Day Challenge

5/22 – 14,009
5/23 – 11, 438
5/24 – 9,111
5/25 – 11, 095
5/26 – 11,395
5/27 – 8,022
5/28 – 11,933

Weekly average is 11,000 steps a day.

I’ve noticed that each week my steps have gone up a little bit. The funny thing is this has not been intentional. I think it’s the result of creating a habit. My highest day of 14,009 steps on 5/22 was spent in the campground but walking is mentally becoming such an important part of my day that I find myself wanting to get up and move more. For a slug like myself, this is quite the phenomenon.

Hugs and High Fives,
Jenn

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