tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157958609135260802024-03-14T03:22:22.948-04:00Must Keep MovingThe blog dedicated to documenting the humorous and not so humorous adventures in Kristi's effort to become physically, mentally, and spiritually healthy.Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-14672373788716015602023-06-11T19:18:00.002-04:002023-06-11T19:18:55.155-04:00Meandering Through the Week<div>Hi All,</div><div><br /></div><div>I am writing this week with no plan of action as to where this post will take me. I recommitted to my writing hobby a few weeks ago with no real plan for content. This blog was my first so I am reviving this one first. I did continue to write while mustkeepmoving.com was dormant, but those posts are buried on Facebook. My goal before the end of the year is to pull them into my various blogs, including this one, as there is some good content to share and I hope to help others.</div><div><br /></div><div>During church today the Pastor asked us how to "fan the flames of others." My immediate thought was "by example." That's a lot of what I learned about myself through the years, I have the ability to let people know they are not alone and show that you can keep moving through illness and busy lives. When I first started writing this blog I shared for accountability. I still do, but I now know that there are more people reading than I realized and my job is not yet done.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I mentioned in a previous post I want to try again for a Half Marathon in February 2024. That is about 37 weeks away from today. I have put together a weekly plan to get me there with the first 3-4 months focusing on nutrition and taking my meds. This plan involved a trip to the endocrinologist and my primary care doctor this week.</div><div><br /></div><div>I found out most of my blood work was fine or just needed a few supplement tweaks. I do have a problem with high blood sugar so the endocrinologist redid my treatment plan. We had high hopes the newer version of a medicine that made me sick previously would work wonderfully - so I agreed to try it.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-i2ednADlau84sZdo7AuwNoAYRM01pb8u4sqmIMWhR_gcTr96BCa6jm5bW-qBLO4V3q-oQ-m5H3wO-LsKrkQdFI37M2VOoJ_w7fToMBZMy-R6gAAra3G4mJ1rvSNqhzh8y9brGZ6S4Y8rsB1GCKDdyvkml1tAC7gvkvcVf8CmGmrdKdvnlY5bdT_mQ/s866/meds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="650" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-i2ednADlau84sZdo7AuwNoAYRM01pb8u4sqmIMWhR_gcTr96BCa6jm5bW-qBLO4V3q-oQ-m5H3wO-LsKrkQdFI37M2VOoJ_w7fToMBZMy-R6gAAra3G4mJ1rvSNqhzh8y9brGZ6S4Y8rsB1GCKDdyvkml1tAC7gvkvcVf8CmGmrdKdvnlY5bdT_mQ/s320/meds.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />I took the shot Thursday, but by late Friday night, I was violently ill. Not only was I unable to do my original Saturday plans due to physical reasons, but I also struggled mentally with this setback. I worried that a solution was not to be found. I ruminated that I was destined to be sick once a week just to live a little longer or keep my limbs. I chastised myself for being melodramatic. Repeat.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I am afraid to eat ANYTHING with too much sugar or fat. While on the surface, this seems like a good thing - it is not. I believe in moderation. I have successfully kept off 40 pounds for 10 years by moderating what I eat. I do not completely deprive myself. Alas.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a clearer mind today. I have hope that the side effects will dissipate and this med will be a success. Just stay tuned for that challenge!</div><div><br /></div><div>I think this is all I have to say for the week.</div><div><br /></div><div>Take care until next week or the writing mood strikes!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Kristi</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-85330872086238226102023-06-03T15:05:00.002-04:002023-06-03T15:05:36.686-04:00No Bagel, No Bagel, No Bagel, No Bagel<div>Hi All,</div><div><br /></div><div>I probably shouldn't have done it, but I did. I looked at the results of the NINE vials of blood that I had pulled out of my veins earlier this week. Yes, NINE vials. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" dir="rtl" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ffCPUS7GNuI" width="320" youtube-src-id="ffCPUS7GNuI"></iframe></div></div><div><br />In my I'm-Not-A-Dr Opinion I will soon kick the bucket if I don't adhere to a strict diet of no fun and sugar-free cinnamon candy. Basically, it appears I have high gluten sensitivity and milk protein sensitivity which can be part of the cause of sluggishness and the joint pain I am feeling. Of course, my blood sugar is still too high and now apparently my thyroid is out of whack. Sigh.</div><div><br /></div><div>I sit here consoling myself, as I often do, with the knowledge that I am better than I would have been had I not gotten help 15 years ago. However, I am overwhelmed by what is left to do. I go back to my "why." I could give up, but that is not an option. There are still a lot more oceans I want to see, mountains to climb, food to test (sans gluten and milk protein), and rain to tickle my skin. The shorter-term goal is just to feel better and use my tenacity to beat back the "blahs." </div><div><br /></div><div>Not all the results are bad, I have made improvements in a lot of areas, especially in my cholesterol. That makes me proud of myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just get overwhelmed for the same reasons I always do. If you do everything to be perfectly healthy, when do you have time to live? Of course, how do you live a life worth living if you do not try to be healthy? ACK!</div><div><br /></div><div>I will tackle this still with my original plan. I will concentrate on changing habits of the next several months until the half marathon. This week and next week I am working on water intake and taking my medications at the same time every day. </div><div><br /></div><div>Til Next Time,</div><div><br /></div><div>Kristi</div><div><br /></div><div>Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.com</div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-45942686021453333492023-05-25T22:48:00.004-04:002023-05-25T22:52:10.094-04:00Finding the Rest of the Bagel and My Health<div>Hi All,</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAK-kE8nKK9zVcY_WTBMOIMDWUFIC0KjdnWGUgr5CPZ17n4X6BEeUe39C4zp1QsilABMbdE3SfXP8MyrxixS70swSTwtyHCY-6ZkRTPzCu6hZ4rGNNUBLvPwyYAs3-MZtD5VYyLnfUFo6LG7v-s_C9gLcRvKIwRqmlHqTLfNwlDPfATKArhVTeJCmoKw/s887/bagel%20thins.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="606" data-original-width="887" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAK-kE8nKK9zVcY_WTBMOIMDWUFIC0KjdnWGUgr5CPZ17n4X6BEeUe39C4zp1QsilABMbdE3SfXP8MyrxixS70swSTwtyHCY-6ZkRTPzCu6hZ4rGNNUBLvPwyYAs3-MZtD5VYyLnfUFo6LG7v-s_C9gLcRvKIwRqmlHqTLfNwlDPfATKArhVTeJCmoKw/s320/bagel%20thins.PNG" width="320" /></a></div><br />Thin bagels make me sad. I bought some in a misconceived effort to eat healthier, but now I regret my decision. No amount of added Everything Bagel Seasoning on top of my healthy fat of guacamole is going to make it better. I am missing the extra doughy girth. A thin bagel is just the skin of the delectable goodness. I must apologize to the Ashkenazi Jewish people and Poland for betraying the heritage of the bagel. Another lesson learned in trying to live healthier in order to not be itchy, tired, or whatever latest symptom of unhealthy eating is expressing itself that day. I do not need to make myself unhappy by eating a thin bagel.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I started paying more attention to my health fifteen years ago I white-knuckled my way through various stages of losing weight- it did not work. What finally worked and has helped keep weight off is allowing myself to eat all the things, but mostly in moderation. I stay away from binge foods. Granted, I still have the weight that should come off of me, but I was feeling better than I ever had. I still do as compared to before I started.</div><div><br /></div><div>Something happened this past year that has made things a bit harder. My mother died, but that is not all of it. I cannot sit and concentrate for long periods of time. I am in pain most days for unexplained reasons. I am ITCHY! I have not gained weight, but my blood sugar is too high, my blood pressure needs to be watched, and my cholesterol numbers could be lower. Sometimes, I feel like I am back where I started.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I started writing a decade and a half ago to share my journey it evolved from the good, bad, and funny of losing weight to also include mental health advocacy. Well, this time around we are going to include what no one wants to talk about. Menopause. It confounds me how even women do not want to discuss this. There is no shame in getting older! The gray-haired warriors of the planet do great things and can be healthy in mind, body, and spirit as they age. We may just have to change approaches as we get older. Men do as well. Their hormones change, too.</div><div><br /></div><div>In a recent visit to Miss Tappity Tap, my long-time blog reader you might remember her she is still around and assisting, she voiced a half-baked idea that my physiology might have changed enough to require some repeat diagnostic testing of my mental health. Maybe I have acquired ADD or PDA along with my existing alphabet soup. You know, I may have an additional diagnosis. I don't care what you call it, I want to feel better. She theorizes, and studies back her up, that as we get older hormonal and other aging chemistry changes play a part in mental health.</div><div><br /></div><div>After inspiring myself by reading my own blog posts over the years, I decided enough is enough! I impulsively planned another half marathon. Yes, again. I have 40 weeks to train. I still walk, but I have yet to successfully walk beyond eight miles since my leg surgery in 2018. I believe this is a lack of proper training and want to try just one more time. This time I am going to do it like the first time I trained with Dr. Pita's help. I am going to focus for three-four months on nutrition and potentially losing weight. It is during this time I hope to re-establish some healthy eating habits and create new ones that align with this stage of life.</div><div><br /></div><div>As part of my plan, I also am working on some mental health issues. Most of my ideas for this come from http://www.strugglecare.com. I really relate to her content and have found a lot of useful tips that have really helped me. She also is a big proponent of a lot of what we are taught is morally neutral regarding some of the daily tasks I struggle to complete. A messy kitchen does not mean you are a bad person, for example. It is a signal that something is wrong and you need a little assistance.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I have done in the past I will write about how I am implementing or working on these new habits in hopes that it helps others. I love getting messages from folks regarding the topics. The support, questions, and vents do help me in countless ways. It gives me some accountability as well. I keep moving forward.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is week one of the countdown to the half marathon. I have focused on water intake and doing something called "closing duties" per KC Davis (strugglecare.com). These are tasks I try to do every night to prepare myself for the next day. The lesson I so far have taught myself this week is that the bag of trash does not need to be full to be taken to the bin. Who knew?!? It's out of the house and makes me feel better. </div><div><br /></div><div>Take care my reader!</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time (I will probably be in the bathroom after drinking all this water)</div><div><br /></div><div>Kristi</div><div><br /></div><div>Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.com</div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-77153660152417541662022-01-10T13:52:00.001-05:002022-01-10T13:52:00.197-05:00The Leaf - Originally published to Facebook 11/12/2021<div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This simple leaf floated to the ground in front of me on a walk today. The picture does not show the true beauty or the lessons it taught. The colors are vibrant and gracefully blend into the next on the spectrum. The jagged edges would make a seamstress jealous of the intricate design.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I have not kept secret my waves of depression for the past year. I have kept hidden the depth of the catatonia that arrived a few times. I felt no need to share. I knew it would eventually pass. It always lifts. Once the darkness is gone there is a mad dash to crawl out of the hole and rapidly prepare for the next round of at least melancholia.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Normally a falling leaf would make me sad. I would sigh as I would feel sorry for the dead leaves and barren trees. I was wrong.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This leaf reminded me that its job is done. The tree needs to rest. The tree worked hard all year to provide for the leaf so it can produce oxygen needed for life. </span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Earlier this week I saw a TikTok from KC Davis that people truly do not get enough rest when we are supposed to be resting. Her hypothesis resonated with me. When I try to do a restful activity or just sit for a moment and clear my brain, the thoughts in my head are rapid fire. "You have a zillion things to do!" "You have to get caught up on X, Y, Z!" "You have energy, use it!" "The next mood shift will be with you soon, you have to get ahead of it." She said allowing those thoughts and dwelling on them is not resting! If this is true, the only time I rest is when I am in a deep, deep low. It's in those troughs where I no longer care and just sleep.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The leaf told me today that it was time for the tree to rest. It started work in the Spring and now it was time to prepare for a slumber so it can be ready for a beautiful Spring. All living beings have seasons.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As Facebook and Timehop reminders pop up in my phone, I see a journal of my life the past thirteen years. Boy do I have trends! Many are known to me, but not all. Some align with the natural change in seasons, some align with daylight, some align with weather, and sometimes mood shifts just happen. It could be I ate fast food all the week prior.</span></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Meeting the leaf was destiny today. I was woefully depressed earlier this week, but functioning. I had a long conversation with a friend. He told me that if I lived near him he would drag me to his weekly walking/running group. I had previously mentioned my favorite thing in the world is to take a quiet walk surrounded by trees. I am in the longest period of time I had not walked at least 10 miles in a week's time since I started distance walking over a decade ago.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Many people who know me are aware I have a mantra of "Must Keep Mo</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><br />ving" instilled in me by my Dad. I have stopped moving at the level I need. Not completely, thanks to owning dogs, but definitely not doing what I enjoy. A nice long meditative walk of 3 or 4 miles is one of the many "shoulds" that is on my daily list.</span></div><div dir="auto"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9cKjiEoGSnn-WtfR03swobdQ8faGOuSqEzpig3_IjqOkdLN0FR7KPdbIwDQkeEUuiOsgsKi1ELGyxURfeJnJDqob_1odD-zFtxK2twGetpYAmG7iogq0bkfCNwPph6AjF8viwzy6wgAp4LXEytw4EKSyno6KJ5Sry0LNu6tB9_RY4H_eRK5uwEnj2Ng=s3024" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9cKjiEoGSnn-WtfR03swobdQ8faGOuSqEzpig3_IjqOkdLN0FR7KPdbIwDQkeEUuiOsgsKi1ELGyxURfeJnJDqob_1odD-zFtxK2twGetpYAmG7iogq0bkfCNwPph6AjF8viwzy6wgAp4LXEytw4EKSyno6KJ5Sry0LNu6tB9_RY4H_eRK5uwEnj2Ng=s320" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I need to take about 8 prescriptions, swallow 10+ supplements, strength train, drink a gallon of water, eat unprocessed whole foods, do Yoga, use my brain zapper thingy, journal, sleep 8 hours, monitor blood sugar, watch my blood pressure, and walk every day just to have a chance of stabilizing the mood. It's overwhelming and tiring.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am no different than the tree. It has to drink enough water, photosynthesize, hold on to its leaves in storms, expand the roots, and get fertilized. It's busy, too.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The big difference is that the tree rests.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This morning I woke up and said, "This is bullshit. You are doing the activity you love today!" So, I dusted off enough of the melancholia, took the drive that I hate right now (road closed) and took a long walk. When I got to my favorite part of the trail, I cried.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Amongst the beautiful trees I shed tears of grief and joy. I was happy to be on the trail, but sad because of too many things to share. It was a cathartic release.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I walked a little over a mile.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I rested. I was tired enough that I just enjoyed what was around me.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I walked another mile back to the car and met the leaf.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When I got home I thought about the leaf and did not turn on the computer. I allowed myself to not think about work, bills, dirty clothes, tangled hair, dirty dishes or trash that needs to go to the bin.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I rested.</span></div></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.com</span></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-32386446704307106222022-01-03T13:37:00.001-05:002022-01-03T13:37:00.157-05:00<div><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Hi All,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I have a "new" friend. Around the same age we bond on mutual likes and experiences. The best part is he understands, to some extent, the wackadoodle synapses misfires in the brain. When he said to me, "I would drag you to my running/walking group if you lived closer", my heart swelled.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He recently shared with me that he played on repeat, after a tough work day, Bruce Hornsby's cover of "Black Muddy River." If you do not know the song, click the link and listen to it.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">It is a song about keepin' on in spite of it all - especially age. As many of you know, that was my Dad's greatest lesson to me. <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mustkeepmoving?__eep__=6&__cft__[0]=AZXqYnbPSVCwvFjr_QzzRKvWxZtrfxsAbjCFsxVSvVU6GPNr2GQiBKFYq1v34tu9W1vuR95IhQ7K6WSmeC4res9EUSGweIAvon7w1RWoZeg5JmoViL3URqewoMrcTQowzyI&__tn__=*NK-R" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0">#mustkeepmoving</a></span> There are countless songs and prose with similar themes, but this song is one of my favorites as well.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I am often reminded by Miss Tappity Tap and others that I have a lot of tenacity. Miss TT recently confirmed for me that maybe yes some things are harder for me than others experience due to some physical and mental issues, but I keep on keepin' on with a smile on my face. I just need to allow myself to rest without guilt.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I broke today. A physical issue has been simmering and it boiled over today. The repercussion was enough that it impacted me in countless ways and zapped my mental health too.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">When I got home I took a short nap, but when I started to wake up I got sick to my stomach - violently. As I laid back down I heard as plain as if I had pressed play the melody to "Black Muddy River", except I was singing a song of my own.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">My song is always one of moving forward and staring down that bit of adversity. I wiped the tears from my eyes, shook off the shame, and got off the couch - all alone. </div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Much Love,</div><div>Kristi</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EZXeYT2iHf0" width="320" youtube-src-id="EZXeYT2iHf0"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-27700615304973550002021-12-27T13:36:00.000-05:002021-12-27T13:36:21.333-05:00Crisis of Faith Originally Published 11/30/21 on Facebook<div><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">"We are all creators." This statement was part of a beautiful verbal essay by the lady leading a local writing group yesterday. I immediately jotted down her statement and listened. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I am in the throes of a deep, excuse the overused phrase, "crisis of faith." I have been for quite awhile. My beliefs in G-d, a Higher Power, etc. are practically non-existent at the moment. I currently consider myself an agnostic that believes in the power of prayer and spreading good energy.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I think much of my current views are centered around many church leaders picking and choosing, and sometimes woefully misinterpreting scripture to suit their own needs. The politics screamed from pulpits angers me as well.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I do continue to believe, as my maternal Grandmother taught me, we all have a light within us. The Quaker teachings she learned as a child and passed down to me have stayed.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">It is not within the church walls I experience a greater power or the peace many find beneath a steeple. It is looking at the stars at night or the falling leaves on a late fall walk that I seek answers to the existential questions.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOfwalUkGJqMNf4_XycD9yUhFtzjYI-HetHnkJtXqwkM6kfDlTL9nqMPEfQ3TXJGjt8B2OeDIAxGXR73EBVrG9Zq89ytACyLA5lsyObxwa6xvIIDZ4zbR0z9WfNpSYLV2odW9oPcm7qHTdT6Rtc23xreewztO2xW8MzX3xiyWxIStuiQSsMqnafTFFHw=s701" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOfwalUkGJqMNf4_XycD9yUhFtzjYI-HetHnkJtXqwkM6kfDlTL9nqMPEfQ3TXJGjt8B2OeDIAxGXR73EBVrG9Zq89ytACyLA5lsyObxwa6xvIIDZ4zbR0z9WfNpSYLV2odW9oPcm7qHTdT6Rtc23xreewztO2xW8MzX3xiyWxIStuiQSsMqnafTFFHw=s320" width="240" /></a></div>This past weekend while heading out on a trail, I was breathwalking to Grateful Dead music interludes. For those that do not know, breathwalking is a form of meditation. Look it up on YouTube. I noticed about 1000 feet in front of me the familiar "S" shape of a crane or heron, but when I blinked it was gone. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I continued on my walk enjoying the crunch of the leaves and walking into the mist created by my respiration. After snapping a few pics of my destination I turned around at a little over mile into my walk. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">On the hike back to the car I rounded a curve and found myself sharing ten feet of space with a gorgeous blue heron. We locked eyes for a few moments. Maybe we both blinked at the same time wondering what to do next. Within a second or two my new friend extended his wings straight from his body and pressed down the air- taking flight.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I watched the most wonderful creature I saw that day raise and lower his wings as his round belly and stick-like legs gracefully floated in the sky. He landed about 20 feet in front of me. Blinded by the sun I snapped some pics in the general direction.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">To anyone I talked to that day I mentioned my encounter. To me it was a profound event to start my day. It was not something to be taken for granted. I saw a blue heron!!</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">When the writing-group leader mentioned "we are all creators" she extended that beyond artistic endeavors. She was also referring to a philosophy that we create our own universe in our lives every day. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">She added to my faith practice with that simple statement. My light shines as bright as it can on some days, but it is always the star in the center of whatever I choose to create around me. Like G-d I will occassionally need rest, but all that is around me is what I create or choose to allow in my universe. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">The blue heron that day brought me bright-eyed wonder and peace. I accepted its gift into my world. My light shined brighter spreading it out to others because of this simple gift. In many ways, I was testifying my own brand of faith.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.com</div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-17022685883722060002019-10-12T14:12:00.000-04:002019-10-12T14:12:00.500-04:00Mental Health Awareness Day Rant<br />
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“Eighteen months is a lot of routine” is my favorite line from a movie. Cameron, in “Infinitely Polar Bear,” exclaims this to his estranged wife when asked to take care of their children while she attends business school. The thought of insuring the kids brush their teeth twice a day, attend school, and do their homework sends the protagonist into a panic. The first time I saw the scene, I thought, “Dude, I can relate.” I immediately bought the movie. If you are looking for a film that does a decent job of explaining the highs and lows of going in and out of depression, this movie resonates with me.</div>
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I recently told several friends I was glad I did not follow the socially acceptable path in life. The track ingrained in young girls that involves snagging a husband in college and moving to the suburbs by your late twenties. I am convinced I would be the same crap everyday, neutral clothes-wearing, wine drinking, pill addicted, suburban living, minivan-driving, suicidal mom. I thank the universe every day that I am not. I am just not wired to live in that much daily grind.</div>
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I rarely do anything the same way twice. Because of this quirk along with the possibly miswired synapses, I have often locked keys in cars more than average, left laptops at home more than average, and actually caused physical harm to myself more than average. Think about it. We all often run on autopilot. However, if you have not programmed the repeatable code into your brain...accidents can and do happen.</div>
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I know that I have the tendency to appear a tad eccentric. It does not help that I am continually looking for something new to keep my brain occupied to stave off depression. My saved Kindle list it an excellent example of my obsessions over the years. There was the time I downloaded every classic book I could find based off a list I saved from the eleventh grade, I had an era of wanting to improve my Spanish by reading primary grade books, and a brief span of studying everything written about World War II double agents. My current obsession is, for those that follow along, is quite apparent, stargazing and Greek mythology associated.</div>
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Unfortunately, depression and obsessions can get a little out of control. Sometimes the compulsions spin-off into bouts of paranoia. One winter, I was unable to touch doorknobs to the point that I would stand there until someone else opened the door. When our crazies get the best of us and impact our lives, we have to seek help, whether something as simple as some talk therapy, diet changes, exercise, or the dreaded medication.</div>
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I firmly believe in you should be a GLORIOUS you, but when our place in the world, or our reaction to society, put ourselves and others at risk, we must consider professional help. Many people do not seek additional care due to the stigma associated with mental illness. I am at the point in my life where I do not care what you think about the fact that I have depression or maybe get a little too happy. There are worse things in life to be. I am one of the most empathetic, kind, warm, and intelligent people you could possibly meet. Your issues with me are generally not my problem.</div>
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On the opposite end, but adding to the mental illness stigma is this need to diagnose someone who is not what people now refer to as “neurotypical.” I hate labels. My healthcare friends assure me that names are used for proper diagnosis and support. I just get concerned that sometimes folks want a label to be unique. Believe me. We are all special in our own way. If a person can function and contribute to society. Let’s all just agree to let them be their quirky self.</div>
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I really hope this year for Mental Health awareness we all just focus on accepting people for who they are regardless of if they are neurotypical or neurodivergent. We are all unique and deserving of acceptance. However, when you do see someone not entirely functioning in society, please lend an ear and offer support.</div>
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-66634487625578905792019-01-05T18:23:00.000-05:002019-01-05T18:29:41.651-05:002019 GoalsGood Evening,<br />
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I hope everyone is having a Happy New Year!<br />
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I have a few goals for the year that include;<br />
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<li>decluttering,</li>
<li>losing more weight,</li>
<li>learning more about mobility,</li>
<li>making better healthy life choices.</li>
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My super-fantastical goal for the year is to go to Anchorage for Summer Solstice and walk another Half Marathon. I will be posting a lot about this in the next six months! <a href="http://www.mayorsmarathon.com/">Click here</a> to check out the race web site.<br />
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I am keeping it short and sweet this week as I get back into the habit of writing again. <br />
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Everyone take care.<br />
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Much love,<br />
Kristi<br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-47883449076914065902018-12-29T18:52:00.002-05:002019-01-05T18:29:51.877-05:00Hello AgainHi Readers!<br />
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Nice to see you again. Except for a brief stint on another platform before and after the death of my Dad, this blog was woefully neglected. I do have some musings on my Facebook page of the same name during that time period, that you should feel free to read, but I am sure they are drivel!<br />
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Much like the last post I have on here depression is what often keeps me from writing, but above all, taking good care of myself during funks is holding me back physically. When reviewing past writings on here I noticed I used to write even when depressed. I need to work harder at writing while depressed.<br />
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I write to get things out of my brain--to make my head feel lighter. For example, if I need to remember to buy milk I put it in a task list on my phone. I never think about it again until I am at the store. Imagine my surprise at some of the things I think I need, but when I get to the store decide not to purchase! Because of the compulsion to purge my brain, and the enjoyment of the writing process, I am working on several different writing projects. A few of these are under construction, but check Facebook soon for their companion pages.<br />
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<a href="http://www.folksimeet.com/">Folks I Meet</a> -- This is where I will share stories of people I know or have impacted me in some way.<br />
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<a href="http://www.metamoramysteries.com/">Metamora Mysteries</a> -- This an experiment in creative writing, specifically 5 minute mysteries. The focus of these stories will showcase the historical sites of Metamora with a cozy mystery thrown into the mix.<br />
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<<name redacted="">> -- Send me a message for the link and page name to my mental health site. I plan on being very candid in my writings. Unfortunately, to do that I have tried to insure that my name is not associated to the site quite so openly. My goal is to share stories and point to resources that are working to break the stigma!</name><br />
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Pups 'N Kitties -- I have two blogs I sorta started TWELVE years ago to post pics for the dogs and cats with little stories. I primarily use Facebook to show those stories now, but I may link to new stories and the blogs <a href="http://finickyfelines.blogspot.com/">Finicky Felines</a> and <a href="http://howlinghounds.blogspot.com/">Howling Hounds</a> on blogger for longer stories. I have to clean the blogs up a bit to host some stories. When I post to these I will make note on my Facebook pages for Folks I Meet, Metamora Mysteries, and Must Keep Moving.<br />
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Must Keep Moving -- This blogger site will continue to exist with stories and reminders to KEEP MOVING. I have some updates to the site I would like to make over the next month, but the purpose remains the same. My Dad told me to keep moving or your "d-e-a-d." This I will do.<br />
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Stay tuned for news regarding my upcoming half marathon in Alaska!!<br />
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Much love,<br />
Kristi<br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-89969973031559174822017-06-03T16:50:00.001-04:002017-06-03T16:50:09.538-04:00Killing the Black Dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi All,<br />
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It has been a long time since I wrote anything. I have a reason. I was robbed. Who stole from me you ask? Depression. It is a wicked thief that takes so much from you it is hard to recover from the loss.<br />
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I was originally going to write about the depression I have been fighting hard to overcome. It was a bad round that held on for about 18 months of just work, sleep, and eat. I changed my mind about sharing much more about my latest round of severe melancholy. It is not necessary. I do not want to relive it. Those that understand...know what I was feeling. Those that do not comprehend...do not read my blog! :-)<br />
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I am going to give some advice as to what helped on the darkest days. Over the past year I have studied positive psychology. It boils down to just being grateful. That's it. That's all there is to it. GRATITUDE. Even when I was fighting getting out of bed every morning, I sat there and decided what I was grateful for that day. Did it cure the depression? No. However, it did help just a little bit. On good days it put a smile on my face. I strongly encourage everyone to develop a plan for daily gratitude reflection.<br />
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I have switched jobs and firmly believe with this new job I will have more hours of free time. I was working a lot of hours a week for over a year (while in the midst of a severe depression and put my goals for getting people moving on hold. I kept moving, but I want to do more than that. I want to encourage others to keep moving. I cannot do that if I am not writing and sharing.<br />
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Expect to see more #mustkeepmoving posts on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter. If you don't see them...call me out!<br />
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Til next time,<br />
Kristi<br />
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P.S. I am going to write more about the positive psychology folks I have been studying. I am rusty on my humor writing, so please be patient while I get back in the groove.<br />
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P.P.S. "The black dog" is a phrase for depression.<br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-9630305755856405542016-12-26T13:53:00.003-05:002016-12-26T13:53:46.542-05:00Being a BratHi All,<br />
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I hope everyone had a WONDERFUL Christmas. Personally, my new prized possession is the Hufflepuff sweatshirt my sister gifted to me.<br />
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I am in full on brat mode right now. I got my latest yearly test results and I have quite a bit of work to do...quickly. I have managed in the past two years to become full-on diabetic and my cholesterol is not looking so good either. The new doctor knows my history of losing 75 pounds and gaining back 60 of it. So she believes this is quite reversible and I can be removed from medicines within the year....if I eat completely PLANT BASED!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">PLANTS ONLY! </span><br />
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A plant based diet is no meats of any kind. Nothing with a face or comes out of anything with a face is to be eaten. No eggs, dairy, or meats may be consumed.<br />
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When I lost that initial weight all I did was cutback on portions. I used the dietary exchanges and white knuckled my cravings once I hit my exchange limit for the day. All I did was think about food. Obsessively.<br />
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This is going to be quite the change, but I have no doubt I can do it with a lot of whining.<br />
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Til Next Time,<br />
Kristi<br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-30978851814391997732016-12-09T19:20:00.000-05:002016-12-09T19:20:12.686-05:00Forming a New ArmyNote: I am back to using Blogger for my Must Keep Moving blog. My posts that were on Wordpress are lost in the internet somewhere due to countless issues to name. That is ok, because one of the posts in it was the eulogy for my father and other grief-streaked posts. While the posts were heartfelt and I wish I still had copies, they are in my heart. Onward to new and exciting things...good, bad, and ugly.<br />
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Hi,
Welcome back to my blogger blog. I am a bit rusty because I have not written much the past four years, but I hope that will soon change. I have also started another blog at <a href="http://www.folksimeet.com/"> http://www.folksimeet.com</a>. Feel free to check it out as well.<br />
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As many of my faithful friends and family members know my army disapparated around me. The army that I employed to keep me healthy! Well, I am happy to report I have a new army now in place. Let's take a roll call of the members.
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<b>Dr. Yoga</b> - Dr. Yoga is my new integrative health physician. She also is a yoga instructor....EEK! Not a big Yoga fan, but I do feel better after a yoga class. I have only had a couple appointments with her starting out, but I do like her a lot. I am excited that I finally found a doctor after 4 years that practices the type of medicine I believe we all deserve. She believes in a whole body approach. <b><i>Namaste! </i></b><br />
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<b>Crossfit Family</b> - While I have been negligent of my Crossfit family. I do have a coach (that is currently on maternity leave) that has kept me on track during one of the biggest funks of my life. When I allow these folks to help me...they help more than the ever know.<br />
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<b>PT Bruiser</b> - PT Bruiser is my rock. My one person that has stayed in my Army from the very beginning. Still beautiful inside and outside her divine soul.<br />
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<b>Miss Tappity Tap</b> - Since this has all began Miss Tappity Tap has also kept me on track. Can you believe it?!?!? Probably one of the best counselors in Indy.<br />
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<b>The NP</b> - I finally found a prescribing nurse practitioner that looked at my GENETICS! She found genetically some issues that we are working to correct to keep me healthy in mind, body, and spirit.<br />
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<b>YOU</b> - I hope you all realize how much your support over the years has helped. This blog is to document my journey through life and to give you a place to know that someone else understands your same struggles.<br />
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This blog is supposed to be funny as well, but I wanted to give you a quick update today. So in order to get your humor fix I want to give you a past update to read <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-28-2009-my-nemesis.html">http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-28-2009-my-nemesis.html</a><br />
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Til Next Week,<br />
<br />
Kristi
Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-43872316093527659122012-11-27T11:55:00.004-05:002012-11-27T12:06:55.666-05:00November 27, 2012 – End of and Era, Beginning of a NewAll,
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I am starting a new blog. Similar to this one (still 90% funny, but also raw), but more dedicated than I have been over the past year. I am torn as I write this post because I am not sure how much detail I want to go into when ending this blog and starting the new. I decided that I can be as detailed as I want because it is MY blog and many of you told me that you often have the same feelings and emotions that I do in similar situations. I know in my life it really helps if I know someone else is going through the same thing.
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When Dr. Pita left I was not ready (or so I thought). Honestly, he knew how to motivate me. He was tough, but firm. He truly was a mentor. I admit that I know several people that knew him and/or were also patients and did not have the same reaction. However, his methods worked for me. Those that have known me for a long time could write huge testimonials to this fact.
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Over the past couple of years I have tried to fill that void. I expected anyone I met in the health industry to fill that role. I have been disappointed. Deeply. I also have been unfair to those around me because they do not meet the same expectations. The person that is damaged by this most is myself. I never gave myself enough credit for what I learned and my own motivation to be a fit person in mind, body, and spirit. I looked way too much to others to pull me along. Dr. Pita never did that. He coached. He NEVER pulled me along.
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One of the things that keeps running through my mind is a comment that Dr. Pita gave me one time. He was comparing me to a person on the Biggest Loser. He watched it one night and said he thought of me because this girl was pulling tires(?) up a hill and ignoring all the noise around her. She just kept moving. Everyone said she needed to do it different in order to get up the hill first, but she knew all she needed to do is keep moving and she would make it up that hill. She did and she won. Dr. Pita is right that is the essence of who I am. I firmly believe in anything in life you just have to keep moving (my father taught me well). Cut out all the noise and listen to your own instincts, try what others suggest, but if it doesn’t work for you try something else until you find it.
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To be fair to myself, I didn’t stop moving. Last week was the first week I did not workout at least 3 times a week in 2 years. How many people can say that? Not many. Where I am primarily failing is eating right and working on my spirit. I also spent too much time helping others with their goals and not focusing on my own. In some way, I think I felt that if I helped others with theirs it might help me with my own. I was wrong. It did not work that way. All it did was create noise that prevented me from working on my own needs.
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We sometimes enter into toxic relationships with our friends. These people are your friends and always will be, but if you allow others to help dictate your personal goals it can create a bad situation. You want the best for each other and you fight about it because you do want the best, but you have to sometimes back off and let people find their own way. That is what I am doing now with some of my friends. No worries. I have had this discussion with these friends before I typed this. I will always be there for these friends in time of need, but like an alcoholic I will have a hand out, but I will not be pulled off the wagon. I was pulled off the wagon. Not on purpose, but because advice given is not what was best for me and vice versa. I am back on the wagon.
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I do want to say that I am proud of myself. The past year has actually been a difficult year for me in many ways. A lot of stuff has happened in the past year outside of my control, but I kept moving. I am currently working on learning to deal with things that are outside my control and learn to “go with the flow”. Right now, I am reading Dr. Weil’s book called; “Spontaneous Happiness”. There is a lot of good stuff. I highly recommend it!
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I knew I was off track when a friend described me to his girlfriend as; “She is a really nice person. I think you will like her a lot. She doesn’t smile a lot, but she will definitely get all the sarcasm you dish out.” It shocked me. I have never been told I am a person that doesn’t smile. It set me on this path to determine where did my smile go? I figured out it was not my job or any other external stressor like that. It was the fact I was doing things for others that didn’t make me happy. Granted, we will always have to do things for others that we do not like, but this was a bit excessive. It also was cutting into the time I could spend on the things that keep my healthy in mind, body, and spirit. The 5K walks is a good example.
Honestly, walking a 5K or 10K gives me the same contentment that many people get from hanging out with friends in a bar drinking. I like to do both, but I would choose the 5K walk with friends over sitting in a crowded bar 90% of the time.
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So what have I learned ?
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*Take care of me first. I can’t help others if I am not taking care of my own needs.<br> </br>
*Learn to only worry about changing those things I have control over at that time. Recite the Serenity Prayer, if necessary.<br> </br>
*Surround myself with people that have the same or similar goals. We are all in it together to be the best we can be!<br> </br>
*Surround myself with people that support me in my goals.<br> </br>
*Keep tracking progress even when the progress shows a negative or doesn’t move at all.
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Where do I go from here? Well, I do know that the blog benefits me and holds me accountable. So, I am going back to blogging, but not only that I am making it a second job, so to speak. Expect to see the following things on the new blog.
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-List of upcoming 5Ks. Feel free to join me at some of them!
<br> </br>-A list of that year’s goals.
<br> </br>-On the first day of the month you will see that month’s goals. At the end of the month you will see how I did.
<br> </br>-Daily food and exercise logs.
<br> </br>-A monthly video update.
<br> </br>-Twice a month a new recipe I tried.
<br> </br>-Posts two to three times a week.
<br> </br>-Mileage tracking
<br> </br>-Progress reports on fitness and weight loss goals.
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I want to strongly point out that I am not starting over. There is no need to start over. I am starting a new era. I eat better than I did years ago, I am a lot healthier in mind, body and spirit than a few years ago. I just feel I have some improvements to do. In some ways I have slipped in other ways I have improved. I just want to be the best I can be!
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I also am reminded constantly from my blog readers that I have helped all of you by sharing. I want to continue to do that. It helps me to help you. It makes me feel in a weird way that I am making a difference in a small way. I will "pay it forward" with my continued experiences.
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So, starting tomorrow feel free to start reading the new blog at http://www.mustkeepmoving.com . I kept the same banner and I have some work to do to make it pretty, but it will come along in time. Right now, I just have to get started and keep moving!
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Take Care,
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Kristi
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-3755041832153990322012-07-15T15:03:00.001-04:002012-07-15T15:04:38.151-04:00July 15, 2012 - What Have I Been Up To?Hi All,<br />
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I have some EXCITING news to share. As you know, I strongly believe in building an army of supporters to help in whatever goals I strive to achieve. I also strongly believe that we all need to KEEP MOVING. It doesn't matter what our chosen activity is (for me it is walking, personal training, and boot camp), but we gotta KEEP MOVING. <br />
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Sooo....I came up with this idea for a web site and mobile application that does not currently exist. I am hoping you all will help me flush out the various ideas I have for my vision. I think it will probably take over a year to flush out just the first stages of my plan as it is a huge undertaking and does not currently exist. Bits and pieces exist, but not all things.<br />
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For the first phase I am asking for no more than 10 particpants to agree sign-up for the following "features." Right now, a lot of these features will be manually done by me or bites and pieces from various existing applications.<br />
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The features of this first phase include:<br />
-Daily reminders to attend/do your favorite moving activity.<br />
-Check in to your daily activity<br />
-Weekly status reports<br />
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So, I would like all of you interested to sign up by completing the form below.<br />
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Thanks everyone!!!<br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-19264716364721874652012-05-28T21:49:00.004-04:002012-05-28T22:29:22.201-04:00May 28, 2012 - Rebirth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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All,<br />
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Yes, three months since I last posted. As those that have read most of my posts know, I get in some deep funks sometimes. This was one of those times. I was/am really struggling this time. This struggle has continued for close to six months. I tried to tell myself to; "snap out of it" which only makes it worse. I feel a failure. There were even times I said to myself; "what is there to live for?" Fortunately, I have strong faith that things will get better. They always do.<br />
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Normally, I can snap out of the funks relatively quickly by eating right and exercising. A lot of this is due to the fact that my funks can be attributed to physiological causes. However, this time it was also caused by external factors as well. I was betrayed by a friend. One that had always supported me in the past. One that supported me in my healthy lifestyle activities. Alas, that friendship is over because when you betray me my friendship is over. That is it. I will never trust you again. I have moved on (for the most part). <br />
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The loss of a friend and the physiological causes of my funk coupled into a huge mess. I gained weight. I would workout, but only at half capacity. My lowest came just two weeks ago. I really did wonder why I was on earth, why people were so cruel, and why life was so hard. I kept moving even though I felt (wrongly) that I did not have the support of family and friends. The concept of "keeping on keeping on" was something I could not do in the past. This is something I have developed over the past few years. For this I am proud.<br />
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One night, I was crying. I was beating myself up over losing my "spark." The spark that once had me wanting to do 2-3 half marathons a year. The spark that once had me wanting to inspire others to just get off the couch and move. It was gone and I couldn't find it until I got the following message.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">"Hello! You have no clue who I am but I found your blog while nervously
debating on whether or not to buy the Living Social for boot camp.
After reading your inspirational and comical posts, I jumped in and
bought it! You are an inspiration and I love your blog/tweets!!"</span></div>
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I cried again, but this time the tears were different. They were cleansing tears. They were tears of forgiveness to myself. Tears that said; "enough is enough." I sat down and reminded myself what I needed to do to get back to where I need to be in order to be the best person I can possibly be. I was helping others and I could continue to do so. I just needed to get back out there.<br />
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I am thankful to the person that sent me the message. It arrived in my inbox at a great time. It was/is the catalyst for snapping me back.<br />
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I will continue to write about what is happening in my efforts to live a healthy lifestyle. Most of my stories will be humorous because life needs to be approached with a grin on our faces. Occasionally, like today's post I will write about the down times too, because I want others to know they are not alone.<br />
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All stories I hope will inspire others to be the best they can be, too. <br />
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Til Next Week (or Tabata Tod does something that makes me mad in Boot Camp),<br />
Kristi<br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-47400797785209757592012-02-25T20:23:00.000-05:002012-02-25T20:23:40.861-05:00February 25, 2012 - I Admit Nothing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECGmFfZVsvql6qQy-Td1CNpTzG9MTlLp81wyWvEabrX9FWVJLqp7zu3AwxMxdFcnZvZ_pBHYEV16IaesA70iPZtCBRXUYqlkQH2DUCf-YJAhf89upRf16IkbywqNXWm5k2NOxbDQtpQkA/s1600/IMAG0036+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECGmFfZVsvql6qQy-Td1CNpTzG9MTlLp81wyWvEabrX9FWVJLqp7zu3AwxMxdFcnZvZ_pBHYEV16IaesA70iPZtCBRXUYqlkQH2DUCf-YJAhf89upRf16IkbywqNXWm5k2NOxbDQtpQkA/s320/IMAG0036+(1).jpg" width="179" /></a>Hello All,<br />
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Since I started my new job I have not had as much time to post, but we made it through our implementation so I should be back to posting on a regular basis. My Facebook friends get a few more updates than my normal blog readers, so be sure to friend me on Facebook, if you haven't done so already!<br />
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I am writing today because I need a lawyer. Someone that can fight an injury attorney. You know...those ones that advertise on TV late at night? Yeah, one of them. You see, I injured someone in Boot Camp. Unfortunately, it was NOT Tabata Tod (he's been asking for it all along, but he's quick to get out of the way).<br />
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I might have INNOCENTLY thrown a piece of equipment in this poor guy's direction. In my defense I did mention to him that I was going to throw it. I didn't realize he would take a step toward me to get it! So...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQxD84RbtHhfytDp_KjPsFw0mME5cx-ofjHCt3Xwy-XJdbndLRgKAWNkwHH8FdxXh4Sts8938oHp7QA7OTW2IqFovngXpNHsBcSA87RPdQS7Nl2LJRDjWsQiZTNSLP8nVGmSidXCHzfvb/s1600/images+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQxD84RbtHhfytDp_KjPsFw0mME5cx-ofjHCt3Xwy-XJdbndLRgKAWNkwHH8FdxXh4Sts8938oHp7QA7OTW2IqFovngXpNHsBcSA87RPdQS7Nl2LJRDjWsQiZTNSLP8nVGmSidXCHzfvb/s200/images+(1).jpg" width="200" /></a>****SPLAT****<br />
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Right in his shin<br />
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***OUCH***<br />
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Let's just say....NO ONE will be messing with me in Boot Camp anymore.<br />
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BOSU----my weapon of choice!<br />
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Til Next Time,<br />
Kristi<br />
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P.S. New to the blog? Take Boot Camp? See the complete Boot Camp blog listing <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-08-28T15:37:00-04:00&max-results=4&start=4&by-date=false">here</a>.<br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-59769733228825387672012-01-17T12:13:00.001-05:002012-01-17T12:17:50.624-05:00January 17, 2011 - Just Because I Different Doesn't Mean I Am WrongHello All,<br />
My weight loss has slowed. In fact, I gained weight last year. Of course, EVERYONE has an opinion on what I should do now. Here is some of the advice I have received and my response.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Skinny Friend; “Well, maybe you should consider weight loss surgery. Surgery is now available even if you only have 50 pounds to lose!”<o:p></o:p><br />
Me; “No. I have been just as successful as someone with lap band. Thanks for the advice though.”<o:p></o:p><br />
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Friend That Doesn’t Exercise; “You are not exercising enough. You need to work out every day.”<o:p></o:p><br />
Me; ‘Ummm. No. It is not calories in versus calories out. It’s hormones, too.”<o:p></o:p><br />
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Friend With No Patience; “You need to do a liquid diet. You will lose the weight REALLY fast.”<o:p></o:p><br />
Me; “This is about a lifestyle change not about losing weight quickly.”<o:p></o:p><br />
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I love the feedback. Someone might actually have a good idea that works. However, if I do not take your advice that does not mean I am an idiot or that I do not care. It just signifies that your idea is not something I will explore at this time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just because I am doing my weight loss differently from the norm does not mean I am wrong. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dr. Pita told me one time that I reminded him of Tara from The Biggest Loser (the Biggest Loser that Helen won) she just kept going and did not let the external noise distract her from her goal. <o:p></o:p><br />
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I repeat. I love the ideas, but I don’t have to take every proposal and run with it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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The lesson I am sharing today is that in EVERYONE has an opinion about how we should live. We should appreciate that people have an opinion because you never know when there might be a good one. However, accepting the opinion does give the advice giver permission to ridicule the individual for not accepting their counsel. The person that ridicules when you don't accept their advice is the idiot...not the person in charge of their own life. <o:p></o:p><br />
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And if the advice and ridicule continues...LET YOUR HATER BE YOUR MOTIVATOR!<br />
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Til Next Time,<br />
Kristi<br />
Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-11446089418198691172012-01-04T13:46:00.000-05:002012-01-04T13:46:04.081-05:00January 4, 2012 - I Hate Boot CampHello All,<br />
I awoke this morning 10 minutes before my alarm was to start blaring its obnoxious sound. I woke up MAD! I do not want to wake any earlier than necessary.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Confession: I always set my alarm 1 minute past the time I actually want to get out of bed. For example, this morning I wanted to be out of bed at 4:30 so I set the alarm for 4:31. It is my hope that one day I will wake up peacefully at the PERFECT time. Yes, I am aware this is crazy. Don't judge me because I am a genius.</span><br />
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My mood did not improve. I REALLY did not want to get out of bed today! I grudgingly got ready for Boot Camp and headed out the door. <br />
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The only reason I went to Boot Camp this morning is because I made a "deal" with myself. (In reality, I also clued Tabata Tod in on the deal, too.) Basically, if I do not show up for Boot Camp I have to donate 20 dollars to the Saturday morning Boot Camp charity. Now, the toughie is not going to be the problem of not showing up for Boot Camp, per se. Historically, I miss very few Boot Camp sessions BECAUSE I can also go in the evening. I know this about myself so I also stipulated if I do not go to the 6AM class I have to donate 10 dollars. Knowing that it was only the second session of the year and I already would have to donate prodded me to the car.<br />
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Once I was in the car the whining started. ALLLLL the way to class I wimpered and cried. Seriously, I did cry. I was tired. My body hurt. I could not see the purpose of Boot Camp AT ALL! More than once I thought; "I hate Boot Camp!"<br />
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So...Boot Camp went like this...<br />
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Tabata Tod; "Warm Up!<br />
Me; "I hate Boot Camp."<br />
Tabata Tod; "Kettlebell swings and Pull Ups"<br />
Me; "I hate Boot Camp."<br />
Tabata Tod; "Blah, Blah, Blah"<br />
Me; "I hate Boot Camp. Have I paid for this already?"<br />
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I did finally perk up toward the end of Boot Camp. I was glad I managed to get my lazy patootie out of bed and participate. I was smiling and laughing. Something that seemed impossible just 90 minutes earlier.<br />
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The moral to my story is that we do not always LIKE exercise or anything good for us, but if we stick it out the endorphins really do kick in and help us make it through the day. We all need to remember this when the initial motivation for our resolutions starts to wear thin!<br />
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Til Next Time,<br />
Kristi<br />
Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-91595946726591339692011-12-31T21:46:00.001-05:002011-12-31T22:08:55.986-05:00December 31, 2011 - 2012 GoalsIt has been a long time since I last posted. I have not been inspired. This year was a tough year. I struggled most of the year. I exercised, but I had a tough year eating right and keeping my mental state stable, so-to-speak. I am not going to dwell, but focus on my goals for 2012! <br />
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Here they are....<br />
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<div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 12pt;">*Take 4 classes.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 12pt;">*Take meds and supplements every day. 90% rate.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">*Journal food, exercise, feelings and miles walked. 90% rate.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 12pt;">*Go on trip late summer. Miraval?</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 12pt;">*Attend boot camp M, W, Th. Success rate of 90%.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;">*</span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"> Either</span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;"> attend Boot Camp or walk in a 5K on Saturdays except when agility trials, etc. Success rate of 90%</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;">*Walk in two half marathons.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;">*Stretch every day. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;">*Go to the office every work day unless planned time off.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;">*Six weeks of salary saved in emergency fund.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;">*Lose 52 pounds.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;">*Continuing documenting/designing <a href="http://mustkeepmoving.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #234786; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;" target="_blank"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1325385901_2">mustkeepmoving.com</span></a></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;">*Blog every other week.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*Do 2 volunteer events.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*Walk every day for at least 20 mins.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*Walk 800 miles by end of year.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*House finished.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*Do 6 new counties in the 92 county walk.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*Another trip in the fall.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*Swim (or some other light work out) on Tuesday's and Fridays. 90% success rate.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*Practice agility/rally 4-5 times a week.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*Clean a room every day (dust, etc).</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*Keep up with laundry by doing it twice a week.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">*Keep a maintenance schedule for house and car.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;">Once the new year rolls around I will post my goals for the month. I love this blog because it keeps me accountable. So...Happy New Year!!!</span></div><br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-72859663238684106932011-10-21T19:55:00.000-04:002011-10-21T19:55:56.184-04:00October 21, 2011 - Biggest Loser Inspired Experiment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAvg7ycG2WU1gzg4qw0qsS1ZcnDtZhmx8Pxglr0jaBnZgpkabFPzPDquFWUAlAc5m_oKN1FyVkPN3S_eK49DmaOH4WbZuoeQJvW6pz2HNDPtfsr5bF8We6dIjuEgKPfjRCi9a204KBeHJ/s1600/scream_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAvg7ycG2WU1gzg4qw0qsS1ZcnDtZhmx8Pxglr0jaBnZgpkabFPzPDquFWUAlAc5m_oKN1FyVkPN3S_eK49DmaOH4WbZuoeQJvW6pz2HNDPtfsr5bF8We6dIjuEgKPfjRCi9a204KBeHJ/s200/scream_3.jpg" width="158" /></a></div>Hello All!<br />
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On Monday I plan to attend 4 <a href="http://www.indybootcamps.com/">Indy Boot Camps </a>classes and accomplish 2 additional hours of exercise in one day. This goal is inspired by watching "The Biggest Loser." It appears on that show that the contestants exercise for 6 hours a day. Why not try it to see if I can do it, too! Sheesh...can't be much harder than doing a half marathon. Right? RIGHT?!?!?!<br />
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I haven't been inspired to write for the blog as much lately so maybe this experiment will also put some ideas for hysterical posts in my head. Here are the specifics of the goal:<br />
<ul><li>Attend the 6:00AM, 9:15AM, 5:00PM, and 6:15PM classes</li>
<li>Burn at least 650 calories per class</li>
<li>In the afternoon, walk for 60 minutes, swim for 60 minutes, and hop in the jacuzzi at the gym to loosen the muscles </li>
<li>Smile instead of cry when I want to quit</li>
</ul>Worst case scenario? I cause bodily harm to Tabata Tod if I even here ONCE in a disapproving tone; "Come on, Kristi!" Maybe I should wear my <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-29-2011-this-just-in.html">"bite me" </a>socks to set the tone for the day. <br />
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On Tuesday I will provide an update of how I did!<br />
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Take Care,<br />
Kristi<br />
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P.S. No one tell PT Bruiser. She doesn't always approve of my experiments.<br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-43496957009546235522011-10-04T15:30:00.000-04:002011-10-04T15:30:27.733-04:00October 4, 2011 - Annie Oakley - As Inspiration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Uruo9ud8joMZLaH1iDQjNdes5XDoVsVzkuCfd-o04SbSft7d-ISwhBWcloGgMZd43CEQCzLl5I7bborEJz-Ayytvd5UsXNwRUNYO3AoSyxWHNmC80HYfrw0nd7IC0w55s_RUqsTX951A/s1600/annie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Uruo9ud8joMZLaH1iDQjNdes5XDoVsVzkuCfd-o04SbSft7d-ISwhBWcloGgMZd43CEQCzLl5I7bborEJz-Ayytvd5UsXNwRUNYO3AoSyxWHNmC80HYfrw0nd7IC0w55s_RUqsTX951A/s320/annie.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>All,<br />
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I have been really down on myself lately. I am struggling with that balance between exercising and eating right. I have a hard time balancing both. Obviously, since I gained 10 pounds this past year. However, I am exercising! Exercising hard at that!!!<br />
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So...I tried many things this year. All were traps into the "get this weight off as quickly as possible." All were failed experiments, of course. None of the get weight off quick schemes work long term. We all think that it will for us. We think to ourselves that we will take the weight off and our lives will change forever. That is a bunch of BS!! I KNEW this, but I tried anyway. *smack on head*<br />
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Over the weekend I had an inspirational moment. Growing up I thought I was Annie Oakley. I had all the paraphernalia that makes a good markswoman. I WAS Annie Oakley. My sister and I traveled around Darke County Ohio and visited the historical sites of Annie Oakley on Saturday. During that time I came across a famous quote by my childhood hero herself.<br />
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<b>“Aim at a high mark and you will hit it. No, not the first time, not the second time and maybe not the third. But keep on aiming and keep on shooting for only practice will make you perfect. Finally you’ll hit the bull’s-eye of success.”</b><br />
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So maybe I am not perfect, but there is one thing that I am doing. I keep at it. I keep trying.What Annie said is true. Eventually, I will be successful. <br />
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For me to be successful it is back to the beginning. Back to what worked. Quit trying to change up the system. Eat right (use dietary exchanges). Exercise (boot camp and walking/swimming). Practice truly does make perfect.<br />
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Thanks Annie for being my adulthood hero, too.<br />
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Til Next Time,<br />
Kristi<br />
Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-7913959534647114292011-09-06T21:47:00.000-04:002011-09-06T21:47:20.307-04:00September 6, 2011 - Video Blog 2Hello All,<br />
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I have been promising this video for MONTHS. In fact, all of the footage is from March and April of this year. Honestly, the biggest trouble is that I do not have a decent video editing software. Suggestions are strongly encouraged!<br />
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Well, since I had such trouble I was not able to add text to the video. It is a compilation of footage. In the video you will see that I have progressed in my fitness abilities. I also have a grand finale.<br />
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Other than myself in the blog you will see some fellow boot campers, Tabata Tod, and Baby Immy.<br />
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As a reminder, let's start with my first video blog.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l-uj_t6H4MA" width="420"></iframe><br />
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And presenting the second...<br />
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<iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hO7ZSHcr01Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
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Once I find a decent video editing software I will be doing more VLOGs. HOPEFULLY!<br />
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Til Next Time,<br />
Kristi<br />
Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-83170541537295550492011-09-04T11:52:00.000-04:002011-09-04T11:52:32.707-04:00September 4, 2011 - Try and Try AgainHi All,<br />
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Well, after much reflection, and looking at my own blogs, I decided that I have to go back to those things that truly helped me lose weight in the first place in order to take the rest of this weight off my body.<br />
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Right now, I have the exercise bit down perfectly! I exercise all the time. I just am not eating right. So, I recently purchased a Groupon for Slim and Fit.<br />
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I started at Slim and Fit this week. The counselor there took my weight, body measurements, etc. We then discussed how the program works. Honestly. the program works similar to when I attended the weight loss clinic. <br />
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However, I am not 100% there because of the program. I am there for accountability. I eat right when I knew someone is going to look at my food logs.<br />
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For the next 12 weeks I will be going to Slim and Fit to see how this program works for me. Check out the web site at <a href="http://www.slimandfit.com/">http://www.slimandfit.com</a>.<br />
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However, something is bothering me about going to Slim and Fit. I am concerned that for the rest of my life, in order to keep weight off and/or lose weight. I will always have to attend some type of program. I have a friend (that is full of crap sometimes) that hints around that at some point we need to take accountability and do it on our own. I oftentimes agree with this person, but end up beating myself up over the idea that I struggle to live healthy.<br />
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This morning I woke up and said to myself; "What a load of crap my friend speaks!" While I agree that I must gather the skills and confidence to to live physically, mentally, and spiritually healthy on my own. I will NEVER do this without a support system. Currently, the professionals are the best support system that I have.<br />
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So, while I am attending Slim and Fit I will continue to rely on my support system ,which includes all of you, but I will also strengthen my posse. For without a group of friends trying, living, and succeeding to live healthy I am destined to fail.<br />
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Later,<br />
Me<br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-37703978055777231762011-08-28T15:37:00.000-04:002011-08-28T15:37:10.491-04:00August 28, 2011 - tAMmY does a TRI and Inspires<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1c1bdTz6QuuZkWWz9r2WiOlRSjbk0PhAT0qUUittNk4st-RCTQNxKeB0VI4JGdV2zuyWH6dgBr6L-uOJMxjc4Oo1mtnseRqMLLfRPHUSQVGAV2MiPeHc7qERazLydXTFI0Xlghe-FQQuE/s1600/333729_2167978111640_1012307879_2886285_8131673_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1c1bdTz6QuuZkWWz9r2WiOlRSjbk0PhAT0qUUittNk4st-RCTQNxKeB0VI4JGdV2zuyWH6dgBr6L-uOJMxjc4Oo1mtnseRqMLLfRPHUSQVGAV2MiPeHc7qERazLydXTFI0Xlghe-FQQuE/s320/333729_2167978111640_1012307879_2886285_8131673_o.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1c1bdTz6QuuZkWWz9r2WiOlRSjbk0PhAT0qUUittNk4st-RCTQNxKeB0VI4JGdV2zuyWH6dgBr6L-uOJMxjc4Oo1mtnseRqMLLfRPHUSQVGAV2MiPeHc7qERazLydXTFI0Xlghe-FQQuE/s1600/333729_2167978111640_1012307879_2886285_8131673_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Hello All,<br />
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My friend tAMmY is now a triathlete! Yesterday, she swam 500 meters, biked 10 miles, and ran 3 miles. All of this in around 2 hours!!! What a woman!<br />
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As one of my practically life-long friends I love her dearly, but yesterday my heart burst with even more pride and joy for her accomplishment. I was extremely happy SHE was happy and proud of her physical accomplishment.<br />
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tAMmY is one of my friends that I look to for inspiration. She really does try to live and embody a healthy lifestyle. Without a doubt, she inspired me again.<br />
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As I was crying tears of joy and pride, I realized how much crying I did for myself during and after my first half marathon. The sense of accomplishment was huge. Yes, I was in the midst of a life lesson. THIS feeling was what I have been missing.<br />
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I do still enjoy walking, but I don't have that sense of accomplishment anymore. I will still do 5Ks, since I enjoy the atmosphere. I will hopefully still do some half marathons in my future, but I need a new challenge.<br />
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I found my new goal. SWIMMING!! I will swim 500 meters in some sort of event by the end of next year. I am currently researching exactly what it IS that I will do, but it will be something with swimming. tAmMY mentioned we could compete as a team in a triathlon next year.<br />
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I learned to swim as a child and loved it, but now I must work on stroke improvement in order to accomplish this goal. This afternoon I signed up for a class in October so 500M here I come!<br />
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Thanks again tAmMY for being my friend and healthy-living inspiration!<br />
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Til Next Week,<br />
Kristi<br />
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Published to http://kristiasher.blogspot.comKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07023444158175757389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215795860913526080.post-74946344847463456512011-08-20T13:24:00.001-04:002011-08-20T13:26:30.259-04:00August 20, 2011 - The Best of Boot Camp PostHello All,<br />
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It has been way too long since my last blog post. To my long-time blog readers I want to be perfectly honest and let you know that the past 3-4 months were rough. Fortunately, I am coming out of a very severe funk. This funk was bad enough to have PT Bruiser and Miss Tappity Tap worried. Nothing I tried was working so I did have to be beat upside the head to get help. Honestly, the funk was the worst in years.<br />
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But.....I am back and with a vengeance again. As you know, I have a lot to say. My blog started over three years ago! Living a healthy lifestyle is hard, but funny.<br />
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The reason I am writing today is that I met someone who reads my blog and not only found it funny, but relates to it. Sometimes you need that reassurance to keep writing!<br />
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Since this individual takes boot camp at Indy Boot Camps I decided to do a "Best of Tabata Tod" blog post. So....here goes!<br />
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For those that are new to my blog, Tabata Tod asked me to write four blog posts about Indy Boot Camps back in January. Well, in my typilogical (This is a new word started by an eleven-year old boy. Let's see if we can get it added to the dictionary for him. Eh?) overachieving fashion I wrote 12 posts that month and occasionally still write about Boot Camp when inspired or Tabata Tod really makes me MAD (this is often, but who is counting?).<br />
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Since that time I wrote posts about (click on the highlighted words to take you to the original articles):<br />
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<ul><li>The <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-3-2011-boot-camp-day-1-concept.html">concept</a> of Boot Camp</li>
<li>The<a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-5-2011-day-2-indys-biggest.html"> Indy's Biggest Loser</a> competition</li>
<li>My fellow <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-7-2011-boot-camp-day-3.html">boot campers</a></li>
<li>Keeping going when things get rough...<a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-10-2011-boot-camp-day-4-ugh.html">music</a> helps!</li>
<li>Tabata Tod officially becomes a member of my <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-12-2011-boot-camp-day-5-my-new.html">posse</a> (note: when I went back and read this one the thought that came to my head was; "I musta been drunk!" LOL!)</li>
<li>I learn to <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-13-2011-boot-camp-day-6-physics.html">cheat</a> at Boot Camp</li>
<li>I compare the <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-17-2011-boot-camp-day-7-wii-fit.html">Wii fit</a> to Boot Camp </li>
<li>I tried Boot Camp <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-20-2011-boot-camp-day-8-boot.html">at home</a> to some quite hilarious results</li>
<li>The Tabata Tod <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-21-2010-boot-camp-day-9-tabata.html">theme song</a></li>
<li>I actually miss the <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-24-2011-boot-camp-day-10tabatas.html">tabatas </a>(really, it happened)</li>
<li>I tell Tabata Tod to <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-29-2011-this-just-in.html">"bite me"</a></li>
<li>Tabata Tod <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-3-2011-do-not-skip-out-on-boot.html">calls peeps out</a> on Facebook</li>
<li>Boot Camp <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-7-2011-deep-thoughts.html">minute-by-minute</a></li>
<li>My <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-12-2011-my-first-video-blog.html">first video blog</a> (ummmmm....I have the footage for the second one, but I need to edit it. I PROMISE to get to that next week! Really!!)</li>
<li>I get <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-23-2011.html">punished</a> for my smart mouth</li>
<li>I become <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-22-2011-mayorship.html">mayor</a> of Boot Camp </li>
<li><a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-6-2011-near-death-experience-at.html">Near death experience</a> at Boot Camp</li>
<li>The unveiling of the Tabata Tod <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-8-2011-revenge.html">voodoo doll</a></li>
<li>If you are new, how to <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-13-2011-surviving-boot-camp-101.html">survive</a> Boot Camp</li>
<li>I get caught <a href="http://kristiasher.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-22-2011-been-caught-slacking.html">goofing off</a></li>
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I have many more posts about Boot Camp and other topics on my blog at <a href="http://www.mustkeepmoving.com/">http://www.mustkeepmoving.com. </a>Feel free to read about my ups and downs of trying to get back to being fit and healthy on my blog!<br />
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Til next time,<br />
Kristi<br />
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