Have you ever had one of those mornings after overdoing it where even your fingernails feel bloated? Yeah, me too. Indulging over a special weekend, like the 4th of July, is totally okay! The time you spent with friends and family is priceless. And I'm sure that third s'more was totally worth it! However, feeling bloated, having indigestion, and being totally lethargic is never fun. I take these feelings with welcoming arms because they remind me why I make daily healthy choices. Sometimes letting lose for a day can actually help re-motivate you. As long as it doesn't become a consistent pattern, one or two days is not going to completely derail your progress. So do this with me, big
2016 in a one word description would be something like... changing. Maybe it's a part of being twenty-something, but I feel like I've seen some of the biggest changes in my life during the past couple of years. During 2016, I acquired my Precision Nutrition Certification, went through a major personal life change, and was awarded a promotion at my work that combines my passion for fitness with my knack for marketing. These pivotal moments of 2016 not only changed my life circumstance, they helped me grow as an individual. Change can be scary for a lot of people. For me, it's freeing. It's freeing to know that no matter what the circumstance, it can change. And not only can
All I can say is... whew! I put all my heart into this series and it's been one of the most gratifying projects I've done on Life in Spandex. Hearing how so many of you can relate and find comfort in my story is exactly why I decided to share it. It's never easy to put something so personal out there for public opinion. I can't thank you enough for your support! My parents have always told me, "Every hardship in life is a growing opportunity." I recognized this going into such a big life change and I ran with it. I left my doubts behind, put faith in the universe, and decided on the first day post split that
It hit me like a lightning bolt. I felt a tingling sensation rush through my toes, into my legs, up my spine, and into my eyes. Sprawled on my made bed, tears ran down my smiling cheeks. A moment of pure stability. I felt such an overwhelming sense of relief that I couldn't help but laugh. I was single. And, I was totally okay with that. During the third week post split, I started to find my independence. I became less reliant on the support of my friends and family, the pit in my stomach started to subside, and my anger towards him had diminished. I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I felt like myself again.
I pulled the blankets in closer, wiped the tears from my eyes, and realized I was alone. His belongings were gone and our contact was limited to business-like conversations about items he forgot in the apartment. Here it was, week 2 post-breakup aka the "Sad Burrito Phase." I spent a lot of time alone, curled up on the couch, wrapped tight in a blanket, feeling sorry for myself during the second week after our split. Yup, that's the "Sad Burrito." The anger had dissipated and I was left with a pit in my stomach every time I came home to an empty apartment. I wanted to eat, but nothing sounded good. I didn't want to be alone, but I didn't