Just wanted to give a shout-out to the Yakezie challenge. I have no Alexa Rank whatsoever, but that shouldn’t be a surprise since the blog’s a day old. I’m looking forward to writing this blog and working with many of the wonderful members and challengers as we try to promote each other and build great teams.
DISAPPOINTMENT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE THE FOCUS
I found myself watching an episode of BBQ Pitmasters on Netflix and it caused the oddest moment of reflection. One of the challenges was barbecuing shrimp and oysters. For me, that’s a no-brainer. Every year my family went camping at Lawson’s Landing at Dillon Beach.
It was the highlight of every year. Being on the California coast is always a neat experience, especially if you get away from the craziness of the city, but this was better than you’re imagining. Dillon Beach is a tiny neck of the woods that I would move to in a heartbeat (if I could ever afford to move back to California).
We would camp in these sand dunes and the water was just over one tall dune. Beautiful, tiny pastel flowers grew along the dune grass, and it wasn’t uncommon to wake up with the free range cows from the attached grazing area hanging out in your camp.
My best memory, though, was this guy who would come through the camp in a beat-up brown pick-up truck, hollering “Oysters! Oysters!” My dad ran and flagged him down. In the back of this man’s truck was baskets of fresh oysters pulled out of the water that morning.
I don’t remember the price, but I remember Dad being really pleased. It took less than an hour for everyone to have their barbecues going. We had fresh oysters in lemon juice and cocktail sauce, barbecued oysters, smoked oysters.
I remember they tasted like the air. I was chief shucker, and I sat right by my Dad, prepping and barbecuing with him. My Dad’s been gone for a little over twelve years. During that time, I’ve worked very hard to build a life that I’m happy with, but that’s not to say I don’t have disappointments.
It sucks that my Dad’s not here, that he didn’t get to walk me down the aisle at my wedding, and that I can’t call him when I see a show like that and say, “Dad, you wouldn’t believe how confused these guys are about barbecuing oysters.” And I can’t. What I can do is jump on the internet and share a great story about my Dad, and transport myself to a moment in time where I was completely content.
Every time I have an oyster in fact, I think of that day. I choose not to focus on the disappointments in my life. They’re not worth it. The sad days don’t define me.
MAKING USE OF METRICS
So it’s my first day of P90x. I have this subtle thought that I may be able to do this. The diet part is the most difficult for me. It’s not hard figuring out what to eat or cook, but as someone who struggled with an eating disorder, I worry that measuring my food and analyzing what I’m taking in so carefully, is the first step back down an ugly path.
I’ve asked my husband to look out for some of the signs, and if I find myself in any danger I’ll reassess my program. Today started with back, shoulders, and abs. Honestly, I’m never worried about my abs. When I was in my early teens I realized if I didn’t care for my body I was going to end up pear-shaped. I started doing 500 crunchies a day.
Recently, I completed the 200 situp challenge…in two weeks. My neck and shoulders are another ballgame. I was nervous about starting the program with a headache that wouldn’t quit over the past few days, but it turned out the physical activity improved my disposition. I’m not even as sore as I think I should be. It’s possible that my body’s been crying out for this.
The really bad news is my metrics. In this case, metrics refers to the standards I’m using to measure my progress. I’ve decided not to focus on my weight, but to assess my progress with body fat percentage and actual inches. The calipers say my body fat percentage is at 36%. That’s so far from healthy on my petite frame it isn’t funny. It explains why my knees have been bothering me again, and why I haven’t been feeling as energetic as I should. I took measurements of my chest, waist, hips, biceps, and thighs.
I will post you on my inches lost or gained depending. Choosing a metric is very important. I decided it wasn’t healthy or accurate for me to focus on my weight. If I replace fat with muscle my weight may not change, but my health will certainly have improved. What good would focusing on pounds do me then?
Since my goal is to build lean muscle and hopefully replace fat, I chose the metrics that would encourage progress and more accurately measure my success. And if I didn’t have any method of measurements, I wouldn’t be able to keep you posted! Next time you have a goal, look at how you are measuring whether or not you’re successful.
Make sure your metrics actually apply to your goal. If your goal is to be debt free, how much you have in savings is not an applicable metric. If you want to expand your knowledge, the number of books you have is not as important as how many you’ve read. Measure your progress correctly, and you’re less likely to give up.