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"I'm proud of you"

I'm proud of you. I don't know about you, but those four little words strung together can make an impact like few others in my life. 

Just today I received a phone call from my big sis. She really amazes me sometimes with her perspective of me and my journey to my business. (She also has a sixth sense and always knows things before I tell her, but that's a different topic all together.) When she called me kind of out of the blue, it was just to catch up. She went on to tell me that she was just talking about me and how she believes a friend of hers can be successful in her similar business because I am successful in mine.

It stopped me in my tracks filled with humility and uncertainty. Rather than being appreciative of the comment, I was almost argumentative with my sister saying that it sounds like this person is even more successful than me.

You're probably reading this thinking: But you ARE successful. You're in business, your doors are open and things are growing; how many people have that?

The truth is she's right and you're right! I have success in my business and my life. I see it when I pay attention, but day-to-day it's easy to forget the journey at which I've already succeeded and the little steps along the way. 

In early years on this journey the thought that someone else was more successful would have gotten stuck in my head. I would have decided that since they are more successful, I am a failure (now that's a blog for another day). I would have allowed it to eat me alive, defeating my future attempts at the next milestone of success on my journey ahead. 

This time was different. I heard the words my sister said, almost immediately tuning them out. I felt and heard the loud and negative bitch in my head telling me I am not successful- I've failed. But then I heard my sisters words again. She was trying to tell me that she was proud of me, and a couple sentences later, that's exactly what she said. Had I allowed the loud negative thoughts to plague me, I never would have heard the most important words my sister had for me today. 

She would have said those positive words, but I never would have received them as the gift she intended. If I hadn't opened my mind to receive those words, when things get harder during this journey (and they will), I wouldn't have that gift to lean on. 

I'm eternally grateful to my sister for her words of encouragement, and not just for the content of her being proud of me, or for the future memory of that moment. I'm also grateful that her moment of kindness unlocked awareness of strength inside me and gratitude for my journey, completed and incomplete.

The healing and growth I have had over the last few years is not only palatable, but it is being put into action even without conscious effort. If this sounds a little like a self-kudos moment-- IT IS! I'm proud of me for numerous reasons right now! 

Thanks to my big sis for always being my cheerleader and supporter, and for helping me see an accurate reflection of my journey in this moment.  

I hope this encourages you to keep working towards a healthy mindset and emotional health. You are worthy of believing in yourself. Until you believe that about yourself, I'm here to remind you!

I'm proud of you for every bit of effort you have put into you, for making every hard decision that allowed you to step into a better version of yourself, and for just showing up, reading a blog, getting out of bed, or saying a prayer when it was hard to even exist. You're valuable to this world just because you are you!

Please feel free to comment below, share with friends and family or email me personally. lj@infinitely-fit.com. 

LJ Eastmead

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Celebrate! Good Times! Come on! It's a celebration!

What was the last accomplishment you celebrated? I ask because I know, that in my own life, I have a hard time celebrating small accomplishments.

As I continue to bring awareness to my own thoughts and habits, I have taken notice of how unwilling I am to be content. I am regularly unkind and unforgiving to myself because I feel if I give an inch to contentment, I will become lazy and unmotivated forever. Why is that? Why do I believe feeling content or proud of a small accomplishment is somehow succumbing to the idea that I am settling for less than my best?

 

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The Perfect peach

The other day I received my Farm Fresh to You CSA box, and there were these beautiful peaches in the box that were, sadly, not ready to eat. Since I live with a pre-teen boy who is almost my height, and a grown US Marine, I decided the only way I would have a chance of eating the peach on my terms was to hide it-- so that's exactly what I did.

I hid it in my refrigerator produce drawer under the Brussel sprouts for safekeeping. Every day or so I was checking its softness, and after 1 week, while the hubs was at work and the kiddo at school, I remembered that my perfectly colored and ripened peach was probably ready for consumption.

I pulled out the vibrant orange-reddish peach and set the stage with complete quiet and total focus on my eating experience. I bit into the peach. It was juicy but not the too messy kind of juicy, a little tart with a little sweet. DELICIOUS! Each bite I took notice of the freshness and how I wanted this experience to last forever and yet, my focus quickly shifted.

My thoughts of the phenomenal peach were overtaken with thoughts of my next perfect moment, my next fix to consume something equally delicious. How can I prolong this experience? I thought. Then, it hit me!

I am already so busy thinking about replicating this experience that I am no longer indulging in this experience. How can that be? Why I am not experiencing something I was so deeply and profoundly in tune to just seconds ago? Good question, right? I think so too! Unfortunately, I don't have a complete, scientific or even reasonable explanation with which to educate you, but I will tell you what I did:

ü  I refocused my mind to the moment

ü  I gave myself permission to eat more after I enjoyed the peach, but first I had to fully experience the moment and the delicious food

ü  I refocused my mind to the moment

ü  I thought about tasting notes as if I was tasting it for the first time or tasting a fine wine

ü  I refocused my mind to the moment (because now I was thinking about wine pairings)

ü  I came to the conclusion that I didn't want any other food in my mouth at that moment because then I wouldn't have the lingering taste of a perfectly balanced and fresh peach

It's amazing how helpful I have found giving myself permission. This time it allowed me to operate under the "there is enough" mentality rather than the scarcity mentality (like what happens when hiding a peach in my fridge). When I felt there was enough, it allowed me to appreciate what I was eating and the experience of eating, which led to a feeling of satisfaction and contentment I rarely indulge, which then led me to the conclusion that I didn't want something else so the peach taste could linger.

Please know that this awareness came after a couple of months of bringing awareness to what and how I eat. It has come at a time when I am rebelling against my "normal" eating routine and trying to redefine "normal". It came because I had already set the stage to enjoy the peach by not having other distractions. If I was eating this peach in my car running between clients, I would have never had this experience of awareness. Eating with awareness is a process for me. It is not something that comes naturally, but I believe every moment like the one with this peach, or the reflection of how my body felt after I ate a full bag of popcorn and box of movie candy is part of the process and the journey to be a little better and a little healthier by making healthier decisions more often (on average) in the future. 

By LJ Eastmead

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Who Comes First… Family or Me?

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Who Comes First… Family or Me?

When I think of family, I think of my loved ones. My parents who would drive me from one sports practice to the other, the memories of my brother, sister and I running around outside breathing in the fresh air then walking into my house smelling this immaculate home cooked meal that my mother prepared. Family is crucial for celebrating the successes in life, to learn to be self-less and maybe a little selfish, and to be taught things intentionally and even unintentionally. One thing that many parents teach children is how to view what is important in life. If a parent view is focused on working out, eating healthy and spending quality family time as a priority, your child will generally think the same.  Teaching your children to be active and to be able to eat healthy at a young age is crucial and simpler to accomplish at a younger ages, so start as early as you can. In doing so, this sets the stage for the children to want to be healthier across their whole life. This creates a domino effect for everyone you surround yourself with as well. Your best friend sees that you are full of energy and have a glow to your skin asks, “What you have been doing different?” After you tell her your glorious not-so-secret changes, she will start changing her lifestyle, and before you know it she has more energy and a skip to her step too.

In order to help your family and friends, you must be selfish enough to take care of yourself first. I see a lot of parents feeding their children apples while they eat sodium packed high fat frozen microwaveable meal. Even though the child is getting the better nutritional option, they still see what their parents are doing to find what is and is not acceptable to eat. Here are some ways to make sure that you become healthier, which helps your family to follow in the right direction.

First, drink your water! This not only helps with digestion, skin and hair but it helps with not having the need to crave sugar or processed foods.

Second, take out a calendar and schedule days and times when you exercise. When you look on your calendar, you are able to see where you have free time to be able to exercise instead of skipping out.  

Third, sleep at least eight hours a night. Sleeping is crucial for hormones, when there is a lack of sleep you are more likely to over eat and choose unhealthy foods. 

Fourth, make more home cooked meals. When meals are home cooked you are able to know how much of salt and fat you are putting into your meals. Plus, it will be fresh and not processed.

Lastly, make time for you. Meditate, go out with the girlfriends for a girls night or just stay at home wrapped up with a new book.

If you are motivated and believe these steps are going to help you get the life and body you always wanted, but you don't know where to start- please contact us (fitness at infinitely-fit dot com) about our Waist Wars Program. It's the accountability you need to get this right!

As discussed, family is what makes life worth living. Might as well enjoy life feeling great and being the best you that you can be. 

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Written by Kelli Starr

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Journey Trilogy Part 3: Lifestyle change and weight loss

Back in our old stomping grounds, things were looking good in San Diego. Although we loved Okinawa, we were really excited to be back! San Diego is where we met and fell in love and we reunited with our best friends. I got a job almost immediately doing what I had been doing in Okinawa- I was a Family Readiness Officer (FRO) for a Marine Corps unit. It's a high demand job, but I loved it and worked with some of the best people in the Marine Corps.  

Jan 2011- I'm wearing the same shirt as I am in the photo below. (Don't ask me what I was talking about, but my very-Italian-hand-talking-genes were obviously in over drive.)

Jan 2011- I'm wearing the same shirt as I am in the photo below. (Don't ask me what I was talking about, but my very-Italian-hand-talking-genes were obviously in over drive.)

While working there, my bestie was working with our supporting organization, MCCS, and they were about to start this competition regarding health. As she was filling out the paperwork, she asked me to be her accountability partner. I said yes, but hearing there was a competition, I had to be a part of it! I contacted the man running the program for them and asked if we could join in. He told me I would have to be in charge of my own group because it was too many people for him to handle. Creating my own group is exactly what I did. About 8 women signed up and we became a team of fierce competitors. We were committed to the changes, and even more so I was committed to winning! Similar to my Waist Wars program, we began tracking healthy habits. We had to drink enough water, eat some fruits and veggies, and move 30 minutes a day in order to gain points. The more we followed the habits, the more points we received, which meant the more likely it was to win. This was easy enough, I could get on board with those habits because they all made sense to me. Plus, I was always a believer that the American diet is, in part, so unhealthy because of what we weren't getting as much as what we were getting. It was a perfect fit for me to get moving in to a healthier direction. I was focusing on accomplishing healthy habits so I could win. Weight loss was a side effect of what I was doing in the competition. There was no part of my mind that thought this program or my new habits could help me lose weight. Maybe a few pounds, but I knew I was destined to be over 180 pounds the rest of my life.

After a month of following 3 simple habits and focusing on the habits, I had lost 3 pounds in a month (and won the competition). The real difference, though, was in the way I looked and felt. I dropped a pants size and I felt great. I had more energy, I slept better, my mind was clear and I just felt "lighter" and not in the weight sense. Since I was seeing results that I hadn't expected to ever happen again, I continued to follow and track the habits after the competition ended. The same outcome resulted: I kept losing 1/2lb a week, I felt amazing, and my clothes just kept getting too big.  (Side story: I even had a friend grab my pants by the crotch once, pull at them and tell me "You need to buy new jeans!" It was a little shocking because I didn't think they looked as big as they felt, and it was shocking because she grabbed my pants by the crotch.)

A few weeks after the competition ended, my step dad came to visit. I played soccer on Wednesdays, so he flew out on a Wednesday and left the following Thursday, in order to see me play twice. The first game, I felt like a million bucks. After playing a 50 minute game without a sub, I felt like I could run for another hour! My energy level was soaring! We went through the week long visit and I still followed my habits. The only difference is that my step dad loves to eat out, so we ate out a few times in the week. I ate foods I hadn't eaten in almost 2 months and I felt every bit of it! The following Wednesday, I played soccer again and I felt like crap! I thought I was going to feel like a soccer star running to and fro, and instead, I felt like a lethargic turtle (in case turtles aren't slow enough, I was a lethargic one.) After the game I was trying to figure out why I felt so tired and then the "ah-ha" moment came! I didn't fuel my body properly. From that point on, I kept as close to my habits as possible and kept from eating out. I had no problems maintaining that until several months later (which I'll get into another blog the reasons why). 

Sept 2011 with my two favorite people in the world!

Sept 2011 with my two favorite people in the world!

Within 6 months time, I had lost 23 pounds and completely changed my shaped. Even though I weighed less than I ever thought was possible again, I kept at the habits. I was 165 pounds in a size 8- that's a lot of muscle, folks! I didn't stop the habits because there was no finish line. When I get to 170 pounds I didn't think to myself, "I've made it!" I thought, "I feel amazing and the weight is just falling off. I don't want to stop!" It was the right kind of addiction until it truly became an addiction, but that's for another day. So there I sat after 6 months of being consistent, 23 pounds less than I started, feeling amazing, and in a body I didn't know I could even attain. My thoughts were about how to stay active and how to get more fruits and veggies into my body. I didn't think about calories or not eating anything I wanted, I just thought about being healthy. That's why I became a trainer. It's possible to do and I want you to feel amazing too. Don't worry about the weight, it will take care of itself. 

Shameless plug: If you can relate to any of the last 3 blogs, please check out my Waist Wars program. It could just be the steps you need to be successful in your own health journey. Also, don't hesitate to comment or reach out for advice! Thanks for listening! I'll be back soon! -LJ

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6 days...

Lately, I've had a lot of life stuff going on. I don't want to get into details, but there seems to be change upon change sprinkled with uncertainty. I actually don't mind change as much as I mind the sprinkling of the unknown. When I have so much uncertainty in my life, I try and take control of something. And my default "something" is...dun-dun-dun...my weight! Shocking, I know. Somehow I feel as if I take control of my weight, I will create certainty out of the unknown.

In order to control the obsession, I have been practicing my no-scale, no-weigh philosophy for the last couple of weeks. That is, if I just don't weigh myself, I won't obsess over the number, so I stopped weighing myself a couple weeks ago. Every morning, I would ignore the scale and get into the shower.. As soon as I got out of the shower, I would turn away from the scale and shun it from my life as if the scale had let me down and disappointed me and could never again be trusted. I was doing great! Day after day I ignored it. If I felt it calling my name, I would go eat breakfast first because I do not weigh myself once I eat and drink something. Things were looking up. I thought my arbitrary goal of going 30 days without weighing myself would be a breeze...Then it happened. 6 days in, the scale lured me in. Just like an addict I thought- "Knowing my weight is not what makes me unhappy, it's my reaction. I can handle the number and not over-react. One time won't hurt" Well, I was right and wrong. I could "handle" the number because the number was on the low end of my normal weight fluctuation; however, the side effects of weighing myself were much sneakier and less forgiving.

I went on about my very early morning planning my classes and PT session; determining where and what I would do for my clients and for my own workout. My husband had his day off, and we had a lunch date plan to a wine bar I had been waiting for months to visit. I had to make sure I got my workout in before the wine and delicious food- and so began the obsessive thoughts. I went from session to session trying to get a run or workout in without success. The best I got was a workout while I was teaching a couple of classes. When I workout while I am teaching, I don't get to workout with the intensity that I would on my own, so I still felt as thought I didn't workout. My body thought otherwise: It was tired, worn and telling me to rest, but I decided I had to still do something more. When I got home, I planned on delaying my lunch date a little longer so I could got on a quick, hard 20 minute run. I kissed the hubby good-bye and headed out the door. I got about 100 ft down the road before I realized what was happening: Though the number on the scale was low, the obsession came back. I needed to do more, burn more, work harder, so I could "keep" that number or even stay below it! The 5 seconds it took to weigh myself were already causing me to calorie count, think through my every step, bite and sip. 

After that day, I decided I would stick to the no-scale, no-weigh because I felt better and the obsessive thoughts seemed to dissipate a little each day I didn't weigh. How is going did you ask? Well...

First thing I did- "hide" the scale from myself. I knew where it was, but out of site=out of mind.  Then I prayed over it to harness as much help as I could with my obsession. I went back to the no-scale/no-weigh and was determined to make it further than I did last time, and I did..I am celebrating the small victory, but it was as small as it gets, I made it 7 days. My weight was up 6 pounds! I didn't handle it as well as I did the week before, but I didn't do as badly as I could have. Obviously, I did not gain a genuine 6 pounds in a week. I over indulged all of my stress cravings during the week, so I was holding onto water weight. Although I could use logic to get me through that thought process, I still felt like a failure and fueled my additive thoughts- "See! If I don't weigh myself, then I could never maintain a healthy weight. How can I not weigh myself and stay healthy?!" OK, so I know from a logical stand point how to talk myself off the ledge. Here is logic: "You can maintain a healthy weight without weighing yourself, but you cannot maintain a healthy weight over indulging in everything everyday. Forgive yourself because life is a fiery mess right now and you are still worthy and valuable even though you gave into your stress cravings. Get back to your healthy habits and you will feel great- the lower number is just a side-effect!" Instead, I stressed, tried to control my eating and workout out and wound up feeling like a failure for the next two days. I even weighed myself again just to make sure my hypothesis was correct about the water weight (and it was). Again, I vowed to go back to not weighing myself. This time, my scale is going to my best friend's house. I have to kick this habit and I am not going to do it with the temptation calling from under my bathroom sink. 

If I can just remember the truth. If we make more good decisions than bad decisions in our health, it all evens out. If we think of our health day by day, it is a recipe for stress and disaster. But if we think of it on a continuous stream of decisions over weeks, months, years, we will see there are good times and bad times-- Are you taking care of yourself or not?

If you, too, struggle with this issue, please stay tuned! I have more to come and even some support on it's way. 


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Scale check

Most people use a scale to check-in and see how they are doing with their weight. The idea is sound. Weigh yourself regularly so that you maintain a healthy weight, and you won't let weight gain sneak up on you. Right? Well, maybe that's wrong...

Although I haven't gotten that far blogging my weight loss journey (truthfully because writing is so hard for me), you may know enough about me to know that I didn't find success in getting healthy and fit by focusing on "losing weight" or even caring about what the number on the scale was. I focused on my health and the weight loss was a side effect. More on that soon; I promise!! So the fact that I am 3 1/2 years into my journey and more obsessed with the number on the scale than I ever have been before, is frustrating to say the least. The obsession has gotten so bad that my best friend started talking to me about it- in a loving way, of course! In fact a few weeks ago while she was vacationing in Hawaii (or as I like to call it abandoning me for the only things on earth that can top me. JUST KIDDING!), she found this picture on Facebook and shared it with me. And that's how I know she loves me more than she loves Hawaii. ;)

When I saw this picture, I started to tear up and realized I have an addiction. It may not be an addiction as destructive as drugs and alcohol, but it is still destructive. It is something that needs to be contended with- a dark and negative force that is distracting me from all of the amazing things about myself and even the amazing people in my life. I actually weigh my physical body every single day. I will only weigh myself first thing in the morning after I pee and completely naked- I won't even wear my watch. I step on the scale, take a deep breath, close my eyes, open them an look down. When I see that number, it completely determines my day. It determines what I am and am not willing to eat, how much I workout, if I can enjoy my food or need to feel guilt for eating. In addition to controlling my actions, it controls my feelings. The demonic 3-digit number decides if I am in control of my life or not. It bullies me into diminishing my self worth, as a woman, a wife, a mother, a trainer.  

OK...If you are a client of mine reading this or you are someone who knows me well enough to know my personal and professional philosophy, you know that the number on the scale isn't important to me for a health journey. But somehow, somewhere along my own journey, I pushed my personal (and professional) beliefs aside and decided my beauty, worth, skills and abilities are strictly determined by a number. I promise that my personal and professional beliefs are the healthy and correct ones, so if you are someone who struggles with this same addiction, I would love for you to stay tuned to my blogs. Over the next month, I am going to be blogging regularly about my journey and this issue. I am also going to be providing real life support to anyone free of charge. In the meantime, please listen to me when I say, this is like any other addiction. First realize you are too wrapped up in a number and then start healing with me by reading this blog. -LJ

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