This weekend officially marks 3 months since Kyle deployed, and this month flew by. I’ve always thought that as soon as we hit July 4th, the rest of the summer just escapes me. I can’t believe we’re ¼ way through this! The next few months are already filled with some great plans, and it feels like it’ll be fall before we know it. Continue reading “3 Month Check-In”
When we pulled into the parking lot, the sun was beginning to go down and the 90 degree heat finally gave way to dusk. I sat in the back with Kyle, arm wrapped tightly around his, hoping the car wouldn’t come to a stop. But moments later, it did, and he gently let go of my hand to get his things from the trunk. He was so calm, but there was a lightness in his voice that couldn’t hide how nervous he really was.
Hello lovelies and happy Wednesday! I must say, I was pretty thrilled that we had a holiday last week because it really made the week go by faster for me. I spent the holiday with family and friends, and I returned to work feeling much more refreshed knowing how close we were to the weekend.
Over the weekend, we attended the Yellow Ribbon Ceremony for Kyle’s unit. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, since this is the first deployment that I’ve been through with him. For those of you who haven’t experienced this yet or aren’t familiar, a Yellow Ribbon Ceremony is for spouses, children, and other family members to gain insight into what their deployed service member will be doing each day, and we can prepare for the separation. We take classes on how to handle emergencies, how to nurture our relationship, OPSEC, benefits, and even care packages. It was a long weekend, but I got some great tips to keep us thriving through this challenging year. Continue reading “The Love Languages of Deployment”
I remember the day we found out about Kyle’s deployment like it was yesterday. Since it was the first one, the moment has hung in my mind for a long time. It had been just a normal drill weekend, and I tidied up our apartment while I waited for him to get home. It was a Sunday in August, and the sun was still beaming through our shades as I folded laundry upstairs. I heard the hum of his car as he pulled in the drive, rounding the corner into his usual spot. I listened, as I have many times before, as he pulled his backpack out of the backseat and made his way up the steps. I waited for the nob to turn before making my way to the top of the stairs to greet him. Continue reading “What They Don’t Tell You About Deployment”
The gym is not for everyone. I’ve known that since the day I walked through its doors, and I’ve watched it prove true on multiple occasions. Some of us don’t have the mindset for a normal gym-going routine. Sometimes it’s a lack of discipline, or maybe not knowing where to begin. No matter the reason, it often leads to not going at all. About 7 months ago, that’s where my mind was at. I had given up, physically and mentally. I was tired of the repetition and the never ending hamster wheel I was on.
So I quit..
I don’t condone quitting – not at this, not at anything. But at the time, it was the right thing for me. It opened the door to a new opportunity; one that I was very reluctant to dive into. But once I accepted that I had hit a wall, and that I needed this, the choice was already made.
Here are 10 Reasons Why I Chose A Personal Trainer
Because my heart wasn’t in it anymore
That’s hard to admit. Fitness has been a huge part of my health and wellbeing for as long as I can remember. But it became a task rather than something to look forward to. It was no longer an outlet, but something to “get over with”.
Because I was doing the same thing, day after day
Or atleast it felt that way. I would change my routine every few weeks, but it still felt very similar. My muscle memory didn’t allow me to even feel soreness anymore, no matter how hard I worked.
Because I was bored
I mean BEYOND bored. I would walk around the gym and just stare at machines thinking, “I already did that one, and that one..”
Because I was wasting my time
It’s never a waste to work out. Whether it’s 10 minutes, or 60, you’re doing good for your body. But when you no longer have a plan or any inspiration/drive, it turns into wasted time. I had to get my mind right again.
Because I needed to hit the reset button
I used to have this burning passion for working out. I mean, I woke up at 4:45am to do it, and you don’t get up that early for just anything. Sometimes I went twice in one day. But I didn’t feel that way anymore. I just did it because I had to – for the little nagging reasons we all do it.
Because my mind was weak
Over the last 10 years of growing my workouts, I have gathered a lot of material on what works and what doesn’t, for my body. But I had very little knowledge on what works for my mind. They say that fitness is 10% physical, and 90% mental, and they’re 100% right. I learned how to push myself to get to the gym (half the battle) but not to do what I needed to do when I got there.
Because I didn’t know HOW anymore
I didn’t know what I was doing. There were all of these workouts that I saw in magazines and on Pinterest that looked so great, but I never tried them. I never expanded my knowledge or gave my body the challenge that it needed. I had forgotten the basics entirely.
Because my body was unbalanced
Little do most of you know, I struggled with a serious injury at the beginning of last year. I was in the beginning stages of compartment syndrome in my right leg, and soon to be left leg. It’s not common, but it does happen when you perform repetitive, high impact exercises, while ignoring what your body is trying to tell you. And I did just that. I went through 6 months of physical therapy, and focused on bettering myself. Listening to myself. They told me it would take about a year for my legs to recover, because of the nerve damage that I had caused. So needless to say, things were a bit uneven in the strength department.
Because the pity party was over
I’ll admit, I did throw a small pity party for myself. Not proud of it. But then I buckled down, and I let someone kick my ass a few days a week. Pity party: over.
Because I needed to accept that I needed help
That’s right. My fitness lifestyle that I was so proud of was coming down around me, and there was nothing I could do to help myself anymore. Looking back, I think I was a bit hopeless, honestly. My legs weren’t recovering, my spirit was broken, and I felt incredible sluggish. I could still recite the list of excuses that I probably had at the time. But I needed someone to tell me it wasn’t impossible. And that person was me.
I’m still on the mend, but miles from where I once was. And my mind is even further ahead, with all the hope in the world that this is still my lifestyle, not my hobby. A personal trainer is not for everyone, BUT I would highly recommend trying it atleast once in your life. If anything, it may provide you with a new outlook on what you’re trying to achieve, or teach you a new way to approach it.
Have you tried a personal trainer?
With the new year fast approaching, we’ve been doing a lot of reflecting on what 2017 meant to us. This year has been nothing short of amazing, but it certainly brought some challenges for our family. At the end of last year, we had just gotten engaged and we had NO IDEA where to begin with all of the things we wanted to accomplish. So first, let’s recap those goals! Continue reading “2017: A Year In Review”
I woke up early, and the house was already busy with people running around. We headed out to our hair appointment at 8am, and met the rest of the girls at the salon. My mom got done first, and then ran off to the house to monitor the progress. The rest of us got back at about 12, and I started feeling pretty jittery. Continue reading “Our Wedding Weekend: Part 2”
Hello lovely bloggers! I know it’s been a while. Things got pretty crazy over here, so I wanted to take the chance to let you all know what we’ve been up to, and why I’ve been so MIA. Continue reading “Our Wedding Weekend: Part 1”
On a summer day in early June, I drove myself to my very first job. It was at a resort where crowds flourished in the summer, and completely disappeared as soon as October hit. It certainly wasn’t a bad gig for my first job, and I was more than excited to get out of the house for a bit.
That’s the first time I saw Kyle. Continue reading “Getting Married Young In The Military: How We Got Here”