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Don’t Be Afraid To Be A Beginner

Don’t Be Afraid To Be A Beginner

In second grade I remember being afraid to do a penny drop from the monkey bars because I didn’t know how. I didn’t want to look silly in front of my friends who could nail the penny drop.  For those of you who don’t know, a penny drop is when you hang upside down from the monkey bars by your knee pit (yes…it is a word) then plummet to earth while rotating one hundred eighty degrees to land on your feet.

 

So, do you know what I did?  

 

I played soccer, tether ball, basketball and completely avoided the monkey bars.  I never learned how to do a penny drop and honestly, I regret it to this day.  I was afraid.  Afraid to fail and afraid to admit that I was a beginner and needed help.  I have been afraid of this my entire life.  In fact, I am a bit afraid even writing about it because I am admitting it for the world to know and that feels nauseating.

 

Self Realization

I realized a few years ago this has been a theme my whole life.  I’ve always wanted to seem like I knew what I was doing.  Not because I wanted to impress anyone but because I was afraid to admit that I didn’t know.  That if I admitted I didn’t know someone would think I was a failure.  And one of the things I hate most in life…failing.

 

This self-realization came when I began to CrossFit.  I know what you are thinking…not another CrossFit obsessive story.  But just hear me out…

 

Crossfit is humbling.  You essentially try a whole bunch of new movements that your body has never done for consecutive days and realize that the athlete you thought you were, has left you.  Your body is expected to move in ways it never has and do it efficiently, effectively and gracefully.

 

I was none of those things in the beginning.  So, I became obsessed.  I wanted to be good at every single movement…in fact, the best.  I was a runner, a cardio queen, but not a weightlifter. I practiced at home and stayed at the gym extra hours to increase my skill level.  I began to throw more weight on the bar in an effort to compete with the best with a total sacrifice of correct technique.  And I did that for a long time.  Until I realized, I wasn’t really getting better.  In fact I hit a huge plateau.  I had been lifting at the same weight for months and I had no idea why. So I worked harder with the same ugly technique and got nowhere.

 

Then it came to me.  I had sacrificed technique, the foundation, the beginning, in an effort to compete.  I had to change something in order to overcome this stagnation.

 

That something was admitting I was a beginner.

 

Starting Over

I needed to start over, from the ground up, and retrain my bad habits.  I had to put my pride aside, admit my faults and become a beginner by taking some big steps back before I could move forward.

 

Can you relate?  Have you been in this place in life before?

 

It isn’t easy.  It is an ego check and honestly embarrassing.  To top if off I am a CrossFit coach.  I needed a coach with more knowledge than I had at lifting to coach me, a coach.

 

 

When I had this epiphany about myself, I began to reflect at similar situations in my life.  I began to identify moments and opportunities that I missed out on because I wasn’t willing to be a beginner.  I wasn’t willing to admit I didn’t know because my pride was too big to admit I didn’t.  I missed out on learning more in college because sometimes I felt like I knew the content so well, when in fact I didn’t truly deeply understand.  I missed out on being a better mom at times because I often felt like I had mastered certain stages of their life, when in fact I hadn’t (and still haven’t).  I missed out on being a better wife because I didn’t want to admit to my husband that I was a beginner when it came to truly, authentically, connecting to his needs. There are more, many more that I know I could list.

 

I realized that I couldn’t be a Varsity player if I didn’t have JV skills.

 

So I made changes. I didn’t want to continue through life this way and more importantly, I needed to show my kids that you have to start from the beginning to get to the top.  I was at a turning point in my career and in my life and I knew I needed to fully embrace the beginning to become who I wanted to be in the end.

So…

I began to do more yoga to give mobility to muscles that were the foundation for movement.

 

I began to break my lifts into parts before I could work on the whole.

 

I began to read more to discover truths not just hearsay.

 

I began to ask other moms what worked for them because I don’t have all the answers.

 

I began to resist the urge to say “I know” in situations where I really didn’t.

 

I began to take more classes to learn from people whose experience could add so much value to my life.

 

I began to look inward and study spirituality.

 

I began to surround myself with people who really know more than me because I needed their presence in my life to make me better.

 

I began to experiment on my body and try new things…because to fail on myself would be the best gift of experience I could have.

 

I began to try to just simply be a better listener.

 

I began to be more intentional and present.

 

And the best part…I began to learn things I would have otherwise missed out on because I was afraid to be a beginner.

 

When I stopped trying to always be “advanced” I realize that being a beginner was awesome.  I began to see growth in my life, in my strength, in my heart and in me as a person.

 

I love when people come to me and admit they too are beginners.  That they are beginners in understanding how to fuel their bodies and allow me the opportunity to guide them in that journey.  Together we learn and each time I have the opportunity to be a beginner with them.

 

“Sometimes you have to take a step back and look at your life in order to take a step forward and move on in it” -Rashida Rowe

 

Don’t be afraid to be a beginner.  Checking your pride at the door and really admitting you don’t know opens up so many opportunities for growth in mind, body and spirit.  I still wrestle with that internal habit to say “I know.” But now I am aware and work to strangle that urge (most of the time) before it is spoken.

I encourage you to be a beginner too.

 

Work Hard Be Kind,

AWalk

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What 35 years of experience has taught me…

What 35 years of experience has taught me…

I turn 35 this week.  I normally don’t care much about my birthday.  In all honesty celebrating and making a big commotion about it has never been my thing.  I am not a “birthday month” or even a “birthday week” kinda girl.  I like low key, being with my family and still having my mom make my birthday meal (and I know she loves it too).  I grew to appreciate my birthday, more for my parents, after having my own children.  The birth of my own children was the most significant day of my life and I can empathize with their feelings on my own birthday.

This year has felt different.  I still don’t need a birthday week or a month…but this year I do want to celebrate. The 35th year of my life has provided me so much growth that I feel like I am beginning anew in my 36th year of life.

In my 35 years of life I have learned to…

 

Read more

I’ve learned to invest time in reading.  I never read much as a child or even as a student, only the things I really “had to.”  Reading continues my path towards lifelong learning, it sets me up as an example to my children and it helps me to cultivate my craft as a mom, as a wife, as a daughter, a friend, a coach and as a human.

Fill my soul, not my calendar

I’ve learned to say NO.  Quite honestly, it was one of the greatest gifts of knowledge I’ve learned this year.   It feels liberating to say no to things that weren’t my absolute best yes.  To say no to things that wouldn’t leave me walking away any richer in mind, in conversation or in spirit is freeing. A quote from a book I read this year by Lysa TerKeurst entitled “Best Yes” still remains a constant reminder of this: “The decisions you make determine the schedule you keep. The schedule you keep determines the life you live. And how you live determines how you spend your soul.”

Be OK with being uninvited

I’ve learned to be thankful to be uninvited at times.  I spent so many years with heartbreak from not being included, from being left out and from feeling less than.  I am done with that and I am moving on with gratitude for a far less busy schedule.

Slow Down

I’ve learned to slow down.  To get on the floor and build legos, color, bake and not rush through the day trying to always accomplish my “to-do” list.  I’ve learned to actually sit and snuggle with my husband while we watch a movie instead of doing laundry or making a shopping list. Tomorrow is a new day and some things will just have to wait.

Invest in me

I’ve learned to invest in self growth.  To read books and talk to people who challenge my perspective, who make me answer the hard questions…the ones you struggle to answer honestly to yourself.  I’ve taken time to not just do but really try my best to act intentionally.

Eat Quality Foods

This isn’t something that really just happened this year.  But in taking my business to social media, it has really made my passion for sharing it even bigger.  Spare no expense for quality foods in your life.

Set Goals

I’ve learned to set goals.  To physically write them down and cross them off my list.  If you don’t hold yourself accountable then nobody else will.  It doesn’t matter if you are 35, 13 or 61 you must have goals to keep you young at heart, to keep your brain active and to never allow your life to become stagnant.

Find Beauty in Simplicity

I’ve learned that I may never know how to contour my makeup, or know the best beauty tricks, or how to coordinate the best outfits.  It just simply isn’t me.  I used to feel like this made me less of a woman but now I realize I just have different priorities. I love t-shirts and jeans and cut-offs. I am simple, not fancy, and I’ve finally found beauty in that.

Know My Why

The moment I feel like I am floundering I have begun to realize it’s the moment I’ve lost my “why.”  I’ve learned I have to have a “why” to drive my passion or life gets idle.  Find your drive, your reason and when you do, things move in the direction of your heart.

Get Out of My Comfort Zone

This was my motto last year and will continue to drive me in the peak of mid 30s.  Nothing extraordinary comes from being comfortable.  It feels good and safe but you never grow from it.  I’ve done things this year that literally made me almost vomit from nerves and then I felt so empowered after.  I’ve grown my small business and taken it to social media, I’ve put my face on live video for thousands of people to critique, I’ve wrote and shared things that I can barely say out loud and it feels so dang amazing.  The greatest growth really has happened outside my cozy place.

I’ve Learned To do what makes me happy. Period.

 

Eat More Burgers

I used to hate them and I have no idea why.  But burgers have become my soul food. I’ve learned to enjoy them more.

Lift Heavy

I’ve learned that not doing cardio won’t kill me.  LOL.  I love running and met-cons more than anybody.  But–I’ve learned that getting strong, adding muscle, being bulkier and lifting heavier than I ever have is pretty darn gratifying too.

Accept the Mess

I’ve learned that it is okay to have a messy house.  If there is dust on the shelves, dishes in the sink and laundry in the baskets than I have more important things to do.

Narrow My Circle

I’ve learned to narrow my circle.  I just can’t be everything to everybody and nor can they to me.  The definition of friend has evolved for me and is a title I use less willingly these days.  I need friends who support me, who are honest and who will call me out when I need it.  Those friends are hard to find and thus, my circle has shrunk.

Be a Beginner

I’ve learned that it is okay to be a beginner and to admit that I don’t know.  This is a hard pill to swallow for me.  Surrounding myself with people who have more experience in life than I have will only bring more value to who I am as a person.  Going back to the beginning is sometimes necessary.

Pack His Lunch

I’ve learned that packing my husband’s lunch brings me peace.  I know it’s random…but it is one of the only ways I feel like I can prepare him for battle.  When he leaves the house, sometimes I feel so empty and unsure, but if I know I helped him be ready in some way then he will come home safe to us.

I’ve learned that mortality is real.  For years I’ve ignored it.  I no longer can.

Accept Food as food

I’ve learned that food is not who I am.  I’ve found balance in my nutritional life and I will never be able to help all people find that place.  In the meantime, I hope to help as many people who will let me.

Put Family First

I’ll admit, there are times in my life both as a child and an adult that I put my family second.  That I may have chose a social event with a friend over quality time with family.  That just won’t happen anymore.

Turn off the Radio

I’ve learned to turn the music off in the car and talk.  Our driving time is sometimes some of the most perfect moments to truly hear what is going on in the minds of my children.  As they get older, I know this time will become even more valuable.

Question Authenticity

I’ve learned that I can no longer subscribe to “fluffy.” Invest in confronting things that aren’t real.  I can’t preach it to my kids if I don’t do it myself.  Take time to stand up for what you believe in and for those that don’t have the courage or the confidence to do it for themselves.  I am finding peace in quality over quantity in so many ways.

Accept that I am Far from Perfect

I’ve learned that even though I’ve learned all of these things…that I am far from perfect.  I wasn’t always okay with not being perfect.  I like being perfect, being first, being the best and all those other totally OCD Type A personality traits (I know you know them too).  But the moment I accepted I will never be perfect was the moment life started to be REAL.

 

Cheers to 35 years of experience that I have gained, that I can share and that I can only hope my friends, my family and my children will come to know as well.

 

Work Hard Be Kind,

AWalk

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The Gluten Free Life

Gluten Free and feeling FINE

I was six weeks postpartum and was lying on the floor in pain worse than labor pain.  I was convinced I was having a postpartum complication and was completely freaked.  The pain was so horrendous I couldn’t move, couldn’t function and worst of all, felt like a horrible mother. I had a newborn and a 2 year old depending on me and I couldn’t do anything to help them.  My mom guilt was in full effect. My husband convinced me to allow the kids to stay with my mom while he took me to the emergency room.  After an evening stay, I was diagnosed with (drum roll please)…an ulcer. An ulcer. Really?  So I followed the suggested low acidity diet and ate things like bread, crackers and pasta that somehow made me feel like they would neutralize the acidity. Days later…I was back lying on the floor in pain worse than the first episode.  We found ourselves back in the ER with no answers and an offer of a narcotics band aide.

After multiple episodes in a few week’s time, I was desperate!  I reached out to a gastrointestinal doctor for help.  He was my Knight in Shining Armor. After several diagnostic tests he suggested that I had a recent autoimmune shift since my son was born that led to non-Celiac Gluten Sensitivity. Huh?  This couldn’t be me.  I had zero food allergies my whole life. I had an iron gut. I was willing to try anything at that point.  So, I immediately kicked gluten out of my life and it was a game changer.  The pain stopped, the headaches stopped and all the other GI symptoms stopped too.  I was in total shock and 100% a believer. I’ve lived the GF life for 5 years now and have never looked back!

 

My Blog

All my recipes created for my blog and others I share are always gluten free.  It is honestly the only way my brain thinks nowadays.  It is also a reason clients seek me out–they know I can help them maintain a gluten free lifestyle and help them explore their own creative ways to make their favorite meals gluten free as well.

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The gluten free industry and market have grown exponentially since my diagnosis almost 5 years ago.  The range of products offered is amazing compared to when I began my gluten free journey.   That is why I am SO excited to have been invited to be a blogger for Arizona’s upcoming Gluten Free Expo, Saturday and Sunday, November 12th-13th, from 10-4 pm, in Glendale at the Renaissance Hotel and Spa.  The expo provides an opportunity for all people, including fitness and health consumers, to come together to share products and advancements in the gluten free industry.

 

Join ME

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Join me there to learn more and sample awesome stuff!  Click here to buy tickets for the event now and get 20% of your tickets through November 11th with code ADVANCE.  Check out my giveaway for 5 free tickets to attend the expo as well.

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Why Age Is No Excuse

Why being Old is No Excuse:

My Mom, a CrossFit Grandma

 

My Own CrossFit Beginnings

I found CrossFit at the ripe age of 30.  I was 6 weeks postpartum and desperate for a fitness change to get back into shape after 2 kids and the chaos that I had now called motherhood.  I was 100% intimidated, 100% nervous and 100% addicted the moment I started.  I have passionately loved the sport for 5 years now both as an athlete and coach.

 

My Mom, A CrossFitter?

My mom is the most amazing woman I’ve ever known.  She has worked since she was 14 years old, has had a successful career and somehow managed to never miss any activity I was in. She put every ounce of her soul into raising me.  She was a superwoman and I didn’t quite grasp that relevance until I had my own kids.  Like most women her age, she gave herself to being a mom, and as a result somewhat lost sight of her own goals, her own health and her mojo. When my mom came to me over 2 years ago and said “I think I want to try CrossFit with you,” I said  Huh? “Really?”  I’ll be honest I had a major internal struggle.  She was almost 60 and had not been an athlete her whole life…like really at all.  (Although she will tell you that 1 semester of college cheerleading qualifies.) I was scared for her, CrossFit isn’t easy.  It is high-intensity, gut-checking and both internally and externally competitive.  I didn’t know if she had it in her.  To be 100% honest… I share all aspects of my life with her and this is the one place I go to escape, to push myself, to challenge myself and to feel on top of the world for a brief moment in time.  I was nervous to let her into this CrossFit “cult” I belonged to. That moment of hesitation quickly faded when I realized she needed all of those things too. Needless to say, she’s never looked back.

 

The CrossFit Open

My mom’s love for CrossFit grew wildly.  She was showing up almost every day to complete the same workout surrounded by 20-and-30 somethings with rock-solid abs and bulging biceps.  I didn’t really think much about her success at her first workout or the ones the directly followed. Was I a horrible daughter for that?  Of course, I was proud and inspired by her courage but I never really paused to think about the greater significance of my Mom, the “CrossFitter.”  I really started to reflect on what being a “CrossFitter” truly meant to her months later, during this year’s CrossFit Open.  That’s right after CrossFitting for just over a year and at 60 years old she decided to give the Open a go.  She had no expectations, little CrossFit experience and really no clue. What she did have… was an attitude that she COULD participate 110%.  That turned out to be of more value than any experience needed.

 

16.5 Was More Than Burpees and Thrusters

I had the privilege of judging her for 16.5…the dreaded thruster and burpees over the bar combo (both her nemesis). I rolled out of bed early to come cheer her on, sleepy faced and completely unaware of the emotions that would soon take me over.  The timer counted down and she began.  We had a strategy for her survival and I guided her through it.  Small sets, slow and steady.  She struggled, a WOD face in full effect until every.single.rep was done.  My body shivered with the realization that this moment was so much more than any workout would ever be.  It was about her digging deep, going to a place she had little experience with, to prove that at almost 61 years old…she could.  It was about not allowing her age in life to stop her from doing things she never had.  It was a turning point for me as a spectator but more importantly, as her daughter.  Tears rolled down my face as she completed the last few reps because I was proud.  She was the last to finish and honestly, we were engaged in our moment together so deeply that we had no idea. For a few minutes of time, we switched rolls, and I fully embraced being the proud “Mom.”

 

Never Too Old To Compete

As if just being a “CrossFitter” wasn’t enough, she saw an opportunity to compete for the first time and took it.  She joined forces with another CrossFit Grandma and in a gym filled with experienced female CrossFitters, the two of them stole the show. They hit personal records that weren’t just “weight” based…they hit life records.  It didn’t matter how much weight was on that bar, they were satisfying deep rooted goals that most of us don’t even understand yet.  With every single lift the crowd roared and their eyes filled with shock and a clear passion for more.  It was as if they were the leaders in the CrossFit Games and the rest of us just couldn’t get enough.  It was a moment too hard to truly capture into words that we will all remember forever.

Reflecting

I get game gut showing up to workouts–you know the kind of nervous belly that makes you feel you aren’t sure if you have to puke or… (well, you know). The amount of courage it continually takes her to show up is only magnified.  And you know what?  She does it almost everyday…at 5:30 in the morning.  She is rarely the fastest or lifts the heaviest and it doesn’t bother her in the slightest. She is there for other reasons, ones that far exceed either of the aforementioned ones.  She is there to prove to herself she can.  She is there to be able to wrestle, swim, and get on the floor with my kids.  She is there to inspire the other 50+ men and women, and for that matter, all of us.  She is a testament to not allowing age to ever be an excuse.  If you ask her, she will tell you that the time she makes for this will give her so much time for life.

 

Why You Are Missing Out

My mom’s story alone supports the amazing life changes being active can bring.  Numerous studies done about activity in adults only further the cause.  Aside from the mental benefits of being active, research continually supports the need for activity in adults, especially those over the age of 50.  According to the American College of Sports Medicine , the benefits of a regular strength training increase cardiovascular fitness, reduce depression, increase bone density and lower insulin resistance (1).  Second to smoking, a lack of fitness is linked to the main reason for early cause of death (2). In addition, the benefits of progressive resistance training are so powerful that research suggests they extend beyond the basic improvement of strength and cardiovascular health, but actually shift the genetic makeup of muscle (3). Why would you ever want to miss out on all of these benefits?

 

It’s A Cycle

Not only did CrossFitting make her aware of her fitness it caused her to think about her eating habits too.  She wants to feel good every time she gets into the gym and wants to be able to recover fast.  She now thinks about what she is putting inside her body.  She loves the feeling of an awesome workout and knows the bigger importance of fueling her body at her age for more.  She still works a full time job, is a mom, is a grandma and has to deal with menopause (AAAhhhhh!!!!) and when all of those aspects of life are supported by good nutrition and fitness, they all are more rich because of it.

 

CrossFit Grandmas

It’s a revolution, a movement, a challenge to our ingrained aging perspective that we are too old at some point to pursue a goal.  I wrote this post because I know so many women, in their middle ages and beyond, think that they are too old to invest in themselves.  I am here to tell you that I’ve never seen my mom walk around with more confidence than she has now.  You get one chance to live your life the way you want it, every moment, until the end.  It is never too late to pursue your health; in training, in nutrition, and in mindset.  Let my Mom, and the many other “CrossFit Grandmas”, inspire you to believe in yourself, reestablish your worth and achieve goals you never even knew you had.

Join their movement…you won’t regret it!

 

Work Hard Be Kind,

AWalk

  1. https://www.acsm.org/docs/current-comments/exerciseandtheolderadult.pdf
  2. https://consumer.healthday.com/senior-citizen-information-31/longevity-982/only-smoking-beats-inactivity-as-an-early-death-risk-factor-study-suggests-713243.html
  3. https://www.unm.edu/~lkravitz/Article%20folder/ageresistUNM.html
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Work Hard, Be Kind

This is it—my first big blog post. I have been  so nervous about this post.  For months I was in blog purgatory. Should I? What would people think? Would there even be interest? It was the encouragement of my client base, my friends and above all, my husband that led me this direction. Then, I had a moment, an epiphany if you will. You know the kind that feels life changing—like the planets aligned to send you a sign. I was listening to an Amy Porterfield podcast when she interviewed this amazingly spunky social media marketer. The person interviewed said…”isn’t it better to have 2 people who believe in you madly than to be followed by many, who barely believe?” It was in that moment I realized, who cares about anybody else. If I follow my passion, my heart and who I am, the rest will fall into place. So—here I am, vulnerable as ever, sharing my passion.

My Passion

I pondered how to begin my blog, what would be the most important to open up with? I realized that my audience needs to know where I came from and what led me to this point to truly understand the origin of my passion. Nutrition is personal. To some, like a religion. And just like religion, there are a million interpretations of what nutrition should look like. High fat, high carb, low fat , low carb…what is truly best? What I’ve come to realize…it’s all the best if it works for you. The act of bettering yourself is what truly matters at the end of the day. In a world of so much craziness and tearing each other down, the gift of kindness is one that we all have to give. The gift to support each other in our attempts to be better. Nutrition and living a healthier lifestyle is no different.

 

Work Hard Be Kind

”Work Hard, Be Kind…” It is our family’s motto. So much so that I whisper it to my kids as they head into school, so much so that it hangs on a banner in our kitchen and so much so that I had a shirt made to spread it to others. I feel like life can really be that simple.

So–it’s become my mission. To support people in their attempts to live a healthier lifestyle. To show people how to eat real food and find a healthy balance to enjoy something they love each day too. To spread nutritional love and support anybody and everybody who is trying each day to better themselves.

 

My Childhood

I grew up in a house where soda, Little Debbie’s and homemade noodles were a staple. It was no fault of my parents; honestly I think children of the 80s all had a similar experience. This health awareness revolution didn’t start until much later. Like most girls, I’ve always been self-conscience about my body but my parents never failed in making me feel beautiful. College became my true exposure to the importance of health. I was on my own, the controller of what I put in my body and the consequences it came with. I became obsessed, in an unhealthy way, with working out and eating. Part of it was being away from home and the other was the beginning of my desire to find a healthy, sustainable life.

After being Pre-Med and getting my degree in Life Science with a Physiology emphasis, I decided teaching was my path not doctoring (is that a word??). While completing my masters, I also became certified in group fitness. Along with teaching high school science and coaching basketball, I taught Spin, TBC, Step aerobics, etc. in order to help others find a fun way to be active. At that time, I had an unhealthy relationship with food. If I knew I was going to a social event I would jump on the treadmill for hours. If I indulged in Coldstone, I immediately had to go for a run. I joked and told people “I run to eat.” Little did they know—I really wasn’t joking. I punished myself for loving food—and I know many of you can relate.

 

When Nutrition Trumps Fitness

It wasn’t until after marriage and our second child that nutrition really began to trump fitness. I realized that my bad nutrition would never out due the calories I burned on that treadmill. I wasn’t cute and pregnant. I gained over 60 lbs with my daughter and dialed it back to 40lbs with our second. After two babies, my 20 something body was gone and I hated the new one I had acquired.

My body changed externally and internally. Through pregnancy I had acquired autoimmune changes that made me gluten intolerant. This diagnosis led me to the Paleo diet. I loved it, became obsessed with it and lost much of my baby weight with it. Then, I became the “Paleo Nazi.” I was the one at the party everybody thought they had to justify their eating habits to. I’ll be honest—I judged people for their food choices like I had an awakening they hadn’t yet experienced. I look back and hate myself for it. What I don’t apologize for is the knowledge that turning to a Paleo life gave me. It taught me food quality matters. That any “diet” should focus on whole foods made of mostly vegetables, fruits, lean meats and nuts and seeds. But what the Paleo diet is missing—is reality. I never let myself indulge and was truly miserable for it. I would watch friends enjoy chips and salsa and other treats at parties and be miserable. I was afraid to leave it for fear of weight gain and those dreaded “carbs.” I desperately needed freed. Freed from food guilt.

 

Much Needed Change

I was in need of a change. I had plateaued—I was unhappy with my health, my body, my athletic performance and my burden of not feeling honest about food. I began my own work with a nutrition coach, who later became my mentor, and it truly changed my life. Flexible dieting, or macro tracking, has been the most freeing food experience of my life. It is moderation to a tee. It has showed me, more than ever, that whole foods should be the bulk of your diet because they are truly the “biggest bang for your buck.” It has showed me that being on either extreme of the nutritional spectrum has no sustainability. Food is amazing. Food is meant to be enjoyed…in a way that meets your own personal goals that only you know. It has showed me that nutrient timing is critical to maximize your results. Most of all—it has showed me that I can enjoy the things I want because I am the driving force behind my own nutrition. Food is not WHO I am. Food is FUEL.

Here I am now: many clients coached, hundreds of pounds lost, personal records crushed and so many healthy relationships with food reestablished. I am only motivated more to continue to guide others in their journey. Watching my passion to support and encourage clients cultivate their success is gratification beyond words. What started as a small side hobby has turned into something that I truly feel inspired to do each day. Good nutrition and changing your food lifestyle is addictive. I can’t wait to continue to help others feel that same addiction.

So—here I am, “AWALK”…working hard, being kind and spreading nutritional love. Can’t wait for you to join me and take “AWALKmyway.”

The Awesome Couple

“First of all let me say this has been an amazing 10 months for both my husband and I.  Honesty we had little to no expectations and went in blindly trusting Amanda.  I was board of Paleo and I was at the point where I was not seeing any more changes in my body composition.  We wanted something different.  I am the “that” person – we all are right? We are busy – plates full, work full time, full time mom of 3 and crossfitter…and for extra fun I train for marathons.

I have been truly fascinated from a metabolic standpoint that I went from 1400 to over 2000 calories and lost 15 pounds.  It’s actually crazy – most “outsiders” don’t believe me. So when people ask, “Is it easy?”  or say “I don’t have time for that” my comment is it’s not easy: it’s work , commitment and consistency. But nothing in life is easy. But this is SO worth all the effort. Now 10 months later it’s becoming second nature and it’s “easy”.  I love the flexibility.  It is actually freeing to me.

Lastly as with any lifestyle change one of the most important things for success is accountability- that’s Amanda. I felt accountable to her, confident that I could trust her in this journey. We are so thankful for all her help!”

-Vanessa, M.D.

Mom of 3

Crossfitter

Stronger Than Ever

“I thought that exercise was enough to lose weight but quickly realized without good nutrition to back up all that hard work, I would get nowhere.   Macro counting was tough at first.  I had no concept of portion sizes.   Once I got the hang of the portions and my awesome nutrition coach Amanda educated me on some great recipes, types of foods to buy, and where to buy them things fell into place. While some would say that weighing & measuring everything and prepping meals is too time consuming, I say in the grand scheme of things it really isn’t.  I have three kids and my own business and I still always find time to plan and track.  That little bit of extra time is so worth it!

With the macro counting, I can see how my body reacts to things like eating out, drinking alcohol, working out, and even my cycle.  I see how eating out two to three times a week seriously impacted me.  Even eating at places with “good” food like Chipotle would affect not only the scale but how I felt the next day.  That doesn’t mean you can never eat out.  After all, it is called “flexible” dieting.  You can eat out, go on vacation, and even blow it one day but getting back on track and keeping consistent 90% of the time is the key.

How am I now?  Migraines are gone, insomnia gone, acid reflux and ulcers gone, fatigue- only when I do a huge kick butt workout! Best of all, I am currently 46 years old at 161l bs and a size 8 and dropping!  I can run and play with my 7 year old and not be out of breath, fatigued or in pain.  I am stronger now than I have EVER been.  I am in the best shape of my life and getting better every day.   My only regret is that I didn’t start sooner!”

-Michele

Mom, Business Owner

Crossfitter