The Making of a Kingdom

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We have a once car garage. Yet neither of our cars get to call it home. If you’re wondering where all those OCD forest animals put all the dust, cardboard, tools and outdated appliances it was in my dark dusty dungeon of a garage. What’s that you say? There weren’t circa 1962 appliances in fairy tales and Disney movies? Oh well someone should kindly tell them that, because I am lacking in the singing princess department they refuse to relocate it all to someone else’s dungeon, trust me I tried that angle.

So with the animals on strike I was left with a big dungeon full of cardboard trolls, all the tools the dwarfs didn’t want to carry and enough odds and ends to keep Templeton happily rummaging for days. If I wanted a little more sparkle in my life I was going to have to enlist the help of my Prince so for four and a half hours we cleaned out that dingy dungeon and when most of the mess those forest creatures left behind was gone we started putting it all back! You see in the almost two years we’ve been inhabiting our early1960’s estate, those creatures did drop off some useful things too. We finally had the space to assemble the pile of shelves in the corners, and with the shelves in place the dwarf’s tools now had a set place to be. we freed the cardboard trolls and last I saw they were hanging around until their chariot arrives on Thursday.

Under all the rubble we discovered the pile of Knight Training gear we had been keeping under lock and key. With the dungeon clearing up there was finally the space to set everything up and have it accessible not just in the pinch before the battle, but year round! We were able to put together our Kingdom of Sweat-Sylvania (<~ see what I did there (;) for less than $100.00. We purchased a $20 6×5 non slip rug, $20 weight set, 2 adjustable weight benches $24.96 each and $6.96 DVD player ( I ❤ GOODWILL). Everything else we already had.

We busted our butts putting together our training facilities. I’m so excited to get out there and build up some muscles and sparkle daily. I know my Prince is excited to be able to spend more time in his throne surveying the subjects and commanding the armies undisturbed anyways. (;

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Our Training Facility Currently Has:

  • Multi-function Weight Machine
  •  2 Adjustable Incline Benches*
  • Dumb Bells
  •  Free Weights *
  •  Curl Bar
  • Squat Bar
  • resistance bands
  • Punching Bag and Gloves
  • Mirrors
  • TV
  • DVD Player*
  • Stability Ball
  • Chin-up Bar
  •  Fans
  •  Fridge for Waters
  •  Cabinet for Storage
  •  Large Whiteboard to keep on Track

Coming Soon….

  • Speed Bag (need hardware to hang it)
  • Jump Mats*
  •  Better Lighting *

*purchased after began transforming from dungeon to training facility

The best part about this recent development of our estate?

Despite my lack of princess qualifications, I get to make my own happy ending.

“No one is going to save you, be the hero of your own life.”

Fun little addition to this post….

I have since gotten my ‘anti-workout’ prince to join me! (:

 

Raindrops, Thunder and Lightning, OH MY!

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We have two furbabies, Minion a male 19 month old German Shepherd and Annabelle a female 30 month old Mini Daschund/Terrier Mix. We’ve had them both since they were only a few weeks old and they truly are part of the family. That being said, I treat them like children. So no judging in any of my stories of their antics. I am neither crazy nor mean, I just find them amusing.

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Minion has just reached the age where he can begin learning to run, before 18 months their bones are not finished developing and training them to run can actually cause their bones to grow improperly and increase their chances of getting hip dysplasia at a later date which is already a common ailment of large dogs. We’ve only been training for a couple weeks now, but given the set routine of our run and the intelligence level of shepherds, he’s catching on quickly. Friday night we had some terrible storms blow in that not only cancelled our run, but also a local Eric Paslay Concert at the Waterfestival.

With all our plans ruined and our power flickering there wasn’t much to do, I washed the dishes from dinner with my four legged shadow following right behind me, which is totally the norm except now he was looking at me with his big sad eyes and whining. He even brought me his leash. I put it back and he continued to follow me.

I was grabbing a post dinner yogurt when his ornery little self decided to start sniffing around the countertops. He knocked down a small glass that bounced off his nose and shattered on my foot. The second it made impact with the ground he ran himself into his bed and covered his face.

Meanwhile, I’m stuck standing on one foot trying to balance on the outside of my foot so I don’t bring myself down on the glass that is surrounding me…oh and yelling to my husband to grab shoes and come help me, hoping he can hear me over his headset.

Luckily it only took a minute before he came to my rescue and cleaned up all the glass before any body got hurt. Minion and I both walked away without anything bigger than a few scratches on my legs from the bounce. (this entire time Annabelle has been curled up in my hubby’s lap while he plays Xbox, they play favorites)

He continued to follow me as I folded laundry and settled to read a book. There was finally a lull in the rain long enough for me to attempt to let them out. Just after opening the door with Minion sticking his nose through the doorway a huge symphony sized crash of thunder and accompanying lightning cuts through the air and literally scares the pee out of my poor baby! He ran all the way to our bedroom and buried his face under the pillows. I didn’t know whether to laugh, be mad about the pee in my house or feel bad for him. I chose to laugh while I cleaned it up and let this guy cuddle me until the storm finally stopped.

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A New Kind of Currency

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Sometimes I seriously lack the motivation to workout. There I said it, I’m human too!

I love a good workout and the way I feel afterwards so much so  that sometimes I go a little crazy and do a bunch all at once and feel amazing! Other times I’m laying in bed thinking so loud the only way to drown out the freight train in my head is to distract the conductor and hop on a more rigorous track. But sometimes, for days on end, I can’t seem to convince myself to buy a ticket, let alone walk out of the station onto that platform and board the train.

I need a motivator. Something that works just for me, we all have something that will push us whether it be a new tattoo when we reach our goal weight, awesome new gear for finishing a program or a new pair of kicks for staying consistent and racking up the miles.

My struggle is consistency, too many excuses for not making it to the ticket counter. My end to all the missed cab rides, traffic jams and getting lost in the terminal?

Funding a dream trip.

It’s pretty high up on my bucket list to visit New Orleans, even higher to see the Saints play in the Superdome. So what better way to have a multipurpose journey than to combine the two?

I don’t want lighter luggage, I want it to be stronger and more durable. Every time I leave the station and hop on that rigorous track, I’ll be paying the conductor by adding a dollar to my NOLA 2016 JAR.

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There is no telling how far you will go chasing a dream. But can you imagine how great it will feel when you get there.

If you don’t like where you are, move. You’re not a tree.

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Last year I took back my health, I am eating better, working out daily and running most days of the week. I never thought I’d be able to run a mile, let alone multiples; and of course I couldn’t until I tried. I could never have lost 27 lbs and 14 inches total if I didn’t get off my butt and do something about it. I have gained so much more than I ever thought possible, I have a new found love and appreciation for fitness and nutrition. I have found hobbies that I never thought I would be able to call mine. I have met amazing driven people who both inspire and encourage me daily, so why then am I so afraid to make this change? I hate change. Frankly it terrifies me! I find myself going over every single possible scenario (including the 89 I’ve made up) that could happen, I freak myself out and end up not making the change at all or talking myself out of it. My Resolution? Spend less time planning and worrying, more time enjoying and doing. Do you know what that means? You guessed it, I have to change something.
Before I started my fitness journey, it was “you have no idea what you’re doing, what if you hurt yourself? What if for the rest of your life you have this ridiculous limp you must explain to your children and all their friends because your dumbass didn’t know how to work the machine? What if they laugh at you? What if no one offers to help? What if I’m in someone’s way and they’re impatiently tapping their foot at me and they yell at me because I take to long? What if I put in all the work and it still doesn’t work?” You may laugh at some of those, but for real those are just a few of what I remember asking myself before, before I signed up for a gym membership and every time I went to get out of my car when I got there. That is until I found a friend who encouraged me to try Insanity, it’s “structured you’ll love it. and the best part is no onto watch you” No body watching and no guess work? SOLD! By taking this leap by grabbing on with both hands and finding there was this amazing group of people willing to support me and work through it with me, you’d think I’d be a little less gun shy about change right? WRONG.
I’ve been working in my profession for 6 years now, and my entire life it was all I ever wanted to do. But now that I’ve been at this for awhile I’m burnt out. I know I know a phase right? Give it more time right? What if I said I’ve felt this way for over a year and it hasn’t gotten better but instead worse in the tenfold? So after over 6 months of being miserable and me complaining daily, my husband turns to me and says “If you’re so unhappy, then do something about it!” Well it only took me a few months to listen and another couple to decide that he was right I need to change something (hey I already made it abundantly clear change terrifies me).
I am completely changing my major so I will be mostly starting over, which is tough to swallow given that I finished my AA in 4 semesters, worked nights and planned our wedding. We moved, bought a house, got a few dogs and somewhere in there I hunted for colleges in our small town-found none, attended an all online college-hated it, restarted my search for a college with the new credentials of changing my major. So I go from AA overachieving (seriously 7 classes in a summer semester) to fast forward a few years to present day and where I now get the joy of juggling:
1) Student at a continued over achiever status, I want straight As (I mentioned I was a perfectionist right?)
2) Keep Up my hard work in fitness and my love for running (which is more like therapy)
3) After School Care
4) Nanny-ing
5) Maybe keep a few friends (after all they’ve always been there, hoping that continues)
6) Keep in contact with the ‘mothers’ in my life so they don’t think I’ve died or been kidnapped
7 ) Oh yeah and this little thing called a marriage and running a household.

So basically I am expecting to become a hermit, sleep less, communicate only via text homework breaks and phone calls on travel time, run for therapy, study till my eyeballs ache, kiss all pleasure reading, TV and mindless free-time goodbye, pray for a miracle and make the best of every minute I have in a day because people are counting on me. No pressure right?


But I want a life we’ve never had, which is living without late fees and working in a profession that feels less like a root canal and more like I love what I do.
If I want a change, I have to do something I’ve never done, so here goes nothing….

Why “Unobscured”?

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For many of us the lack of exercise and healthy nutrition has lead us to be uncomfortable in our own skin; add on the complication of health issues and it puts us in this dark place where we want to hide under a rock, at least that’s how it was for me.
The concept of “Spreading Your Light” really speaks to my heart because I found myself hiding, I was frustrated and lost and felt myself falling deeper into a hole everyday, that is until I found a beacon of light that helped me climb my way out of that hole.
Changing my health and fitness has helped me shine on through all the things that used to dull my personality and appreciation fo life, now I can enjoy life’s simple pleasures and find the joy in even the hard times completely ‘unobscured.’
I want nothing more than to toss the climbing gear to other people who are stuck in the bottom of that hole. I want to shine the light that will allow them to climb out of that hole and be able to live their life ‘unobscured.’
I love the person I am becoming because I’ve had to work hard to be where I am. This pride and self-confidence is too wonderful not to share and honestly my life isn’t always so ‘unobscured’, I’m the kind of girl who needs to write out what I’m feeling or thinking I’ve kept journals and done tidbits of tips for cooking, crafts and random funnies on various platforms. I’ve decided to compile them all here for your reading pleasure, thanks for stopping by y’all.