A Jock and A Beauty and their lives changed forever

Excuse the Breakfast Club reference in the title, I’m in a John Hughes kind of mood. Today I have a very special post. I mentioned last week that my very good friend Kristie was coming to visit me. She did and we had an amazing time catching up. She has been a really great friend to me for a really long time. (PS: I’m the jock, she’s the beauty)

The very first time I ever met Kristie

Football Season 2008

Football season 2008.

Granada, Spain, 2009

Because Kristie is an awesome friend, she wrote a guest blog for Eat.Pray.WOD.
Without further ado…
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As I rode around with Aislinn in her car the other day, I suddenly blurted out, “I want to write a guest blog post!” 
She told me to figure out what I wanted to write about. 
Ugh, I have to have a topic? Can’t I just ramble? 
But I guess if I wanted to do that, I could start a blog called Kristie Talks About Crap That Is Occasionally Relevant. 
And that name is just too long.

But today, after attending a graduation ceremony with damn good commencement addresses (School of the Arts people are pretty creative, it turns out), I realized I did, in fact, have something specific to say. So here goes…
Aislinn is one of my best friends. This has been the case for a few years now. And one of the things that makes our friendship is so strong is that we support each other’s healthy decisions and voice honest concerns about the unhealthy ones. 
No judgment. 
But not all of the friendships we’ve had have been so supportive. 
Jealousy is real, and it is ugly. 
Some people just aren’t good at being supportive of others’ success. But here’s the thing…
Someone else’s success is not your failure.
Aislinn and I were discussing the ways in which CrossFit has changed her social life. Chances are, she’s not going to go out drinking late on a Friday night anymore. The reasons for this are twofold: one, she’s a grown ass woman. Two, she’s trying to make sure she’ll be able to give her all in the box the next day. 
Who the hell wants to show up to a workout hungover? 
No one. 

Well, some people, but not us. A

And who would rather be hungover than get up and get high on exercise endorphins? 

Well, some people, but not us. 

And a lot of other people can’t, or won’t, understand this change in priorities. 
It’s tough to watch a friend revamp their lifestyle. For many of us, it makes us call our own choices into question. Am I lazy because I don’t wake up early and work out? Am I being judged for eating this pizza? What the hell is cleaning if not something one does with a duster and vacuum? If we are that person, we have 3 options. 
The first: we can try to bring our friend back into their former lifestyle that fits more comfortably with ours. 
The second: we can support our friend’s change in priorities and find new ways to spend time together. 
The third: we can be supportive AND use their dedication as motivation to start pursuing our own long-neglected goals.


I’ve chosen the third option. I was dubious when Aislinn began CrossFit. She got so involved so quickly that I was pretty certain it was an exercise cult that would slowly suck out her brain and mix it into her protein shakes. 
For real. 
But then I saw the changes in her. She was so passionate about CrossFit that it affected all aspects of her life. She changed her diet, she changed her sleep habits, she started a kick-ass blog that should have paid sponsors, like, yesterday. And, seeing how Aislinn has started moving full-throttle towards becoming her best self, I’ve been motivated to get my own ass in gear. I did a CrossFit intro WOD, and it reminded me how competitive I am. And it made me start doing my LEAST FAVORITE exercise: running. Running is an asshole, and I hate it. Except now, I crave it. I compete with myself daily. I started off running one mile. I’m up to three. In under 30 minutes. For me, that’s BEASTING. I feel incredible inside and out. I want to run further, faster. I want to strength train to add muscle to my new, sleeker frame. I want to do yoga to increase my flexibility and keep variety in my workouts. I want to be my healthiest self. Aislinn’s success is turning into my success, too. 
I hope y’all find it’s doing the same for you.
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Holy crap. I can’t even believe that anyone would write such sweet things about me, but I am so thankful to have this girl in my life! 

Dr. Oz is a quack and other things, too

Day 22 of Jenni’s #blogeverydayinMay challenge. 

Rant about something. Get on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel.

Y’all know I love a good rant.


There is a phrase that, when said to me, invokes rage like no other. That phrase is: “well, Dr. Oz said…”

Know who’s got two thumbs and doesn’t give a shit what Dr. Oz says? This girl.

If I have one more person rave to me about how Dr. Oz says that green coffee bean/garcinia cambogia/raspberry ketones is gonna make ’em lose 20 lbs a month, I might kill myself.

Honestly, people, you cannot possibly be this naive. Maybe it was just me, but my mama taught me that anything that sounds too good to be true, probably is.

What really kills me is: it’s the 21st freakin’ century. We have all sorts of reputable and reliable resources at our fingertips and no one does any research on this shit to find out what it is, what it’s supposed to do, what it actually does, and how it affects your body. Y’all just trust what some quack on TV gets PAID to say. Awesome.

Know what’ll make you lose weight? Getting off your ass and exercising. Know what will make you lose more weight? Adjusting your diet and not eating crap.
^^^pin that to your pinboard, folks.

I hate to be ugly, I really do. But it needs to be said. There is no magic pill for being thin or whatever. You’re not going to take this green coffee bean extract and wake up 439282709 pounds lighter. You just aren’t. Living a healthy lifestyle through diet and exercise is hard nowadays. If it wasn’t, everyone would be a freakin’ fitness model.

If you are too lazy to go to the gym and you’re relying on some fatburner pill or magical herb pill to melt weight off you, well sugarplum, you’d be wise not to hold your breath waiting to get thin. Those pills can’t fight lazy.

Get up.
Do some zumba.
Lift some weights.
Shit, walk up and down your stairs briskly a few times.
Now do that shit everyday. And when it sucks, do it more.
Then, when you get home, eat some meats and veggies.
Get wild with it, add a salad with lemon juice dressing.
And keep doing it.
Magically, the weight comes off.
No pills.
No Dr. Oz.
No magic.

Well looka that, learned some stuff today.
Now don’t try to come justify your crazy, magical, weight loss scheme by starting an argument with, “well, Dr. Oz says…” unless you’re begging for a bruising.

Kthanks. Rant over.