Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Thigh Gap

I admire a lot of qualities I see in different people.
A lot.
And I don't mind voicing them.

I'll be the first person to tell someone else, "I love the way your shoulders look!" or "Your honesty is really impressive."
I really believe in recognizing other people's strengths.

Until recently, I didn't know what a "thigh gap" was. But I heard about it.
I heard other girls talking about it: the thigh gap.
"Omg, I wish I had a thigh gap like her!"

And I was like, "wtf is a thigh gap?"

Apparently, according to Urban Dictionary, a thigh gap is a literal gap between a woman's thighs when she stands with her feet together. And apparently women are envious of this because it's supposed to be an indication of whether or not the chick is skinny or fit or whatever.

Even better, society is now telling us that the whole super skinny, super huge thigh gap thing is just that A THING. They're photoshopping their already teeny models to have BIGGER THIGH GAPS.
Photoshop fail courtesy of Target
I mean, really, guys? These are models for Christ's sake. They're already pretty and most of them are already slim. Did you really have to make their thigh gaps even wider to sell your stuff? Probably not. But do you need it to sell a dream to women that they aren't good enough if their legs aren't skinny enough? Yes, you did.

I'm not saying that thigh gaps are evil.  
Everyone is different and some people have wider pelvic bones that result in thighs that naturally don't touch.
But for the rest of us, they touch and that's normal.

Having thighs that touch doesn't mean you're fat or not fit or whatever.
Personally, my thighs have never not touched.
At my skinniest, at my biggest, they've always been best of friends.
They can also do all kinds of things: the least of which is squat a fuckton of weight. Which I'm really proud of.

I'm not going to try to starve myself and thin out my legs so that I can have a damn thigh gap when I'm not built to have one. Just like women who have one shouldn't feel compelled go get quadzilla legs and close theirs up if they don't want them.

Because we're all different and that's not only okay, it's beautiful. Duh.

None of these ladies have thigh gaps. So I'm in pretty good company. Photo credit:

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Short, but sweet

I'd like to shoutout a HUGE congratulations to my team, Red Stick CrossFit for qualifying to go to South Central Regionals AGAIN this year! I could not have chosen a better gym with better people to be a part of. I am outrageously excited. I am even more excited that, for the second year in a row, I'll be able to watch them up close and personal as a volunteer! (Here's hoping my sister and brother in law will be so kind so as to let me stay with them again!)

Things I am thankful for right this second:
-Ricola cough drops
-hilarious group messages
-A brand new orange highlighter
-Pat Green on the radio
-Mint Oreos
-Black coffee
-Sloppy dog kisses

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Athlete Profile: Gigi and Carlos C.

I usually post Athlete Profiles on Saturdays, but my Saturday was filled with interviews in Houston in preparation for my move back in August (eek!). 

So today, it's my honor and privilege to introduce to you two of my biggest supporters: Miss GiGi and Mr. Carlos Carbo! 

Names:  GiGi & Carlos

Favorite Nicknames:
GiGi – 
GiGi is my nickname.  No one calls me by my “real” name.
Carlos - 
None.  Only my wife calls me something other than Carlos and I am not sharing.

GiGi – Aggieland
Carlos - None.  I moved around quite a bit

GiGi – 43
Carlos - 49

GiGi – database admin
Carlos – programmer

All cleaned up!

Strict Press
 – 90#
Carlos – 130#

Back Squat
 – 205#
Carlos – 235#

 – 235#
Carlos – 267.5#

 – 110#
Carlos – 140#

Overhead Squat
 – 50#
Carlos – 110#

Bench Press
N/A – we don’t have a bench yet at home. 
Carlos – I used to lift 90# dumbbells at the gym once upon a time

Favorite WOD:
Any that we can complete and not feel dead afterwards

Least Favorite WOD: 
Any with Crossfit movements like muscle ups and double unders.   MUs do not look shoulder friendly and we both struggle with double unders.

Describe your sports and fitness background: 
We started working out together when we were still dating and have continued consistently through our (almost) 22 years of marriage.  Together we have enjoyed activities like mountain biking, martial arts (especially judo & jujitsu), weight training, and soccer.

How did you first get exposed to CrossFit?: 
Carlos had read about Crossfit and we watched the Crossfit Games on TV.  We started by adding just one crossfit workout a week to our schedule and within 6 months we quit our gym and set up our garage as our own personal box.
I wish this was my garage!

What was your first WOD like? Humbling.

What sort of changes have you seen in your body since starting CrossFit (before and after): 
GiGi - For me I think the biggest change has been how quickly I am able to recover from strenuous activity.  I noticed it first on the soccer field.  I would run all out, come off the field panting - all of that was normal - but I was ready to get back out there much more quickly after we started CrossFit. 
Carlos - I thought I was in fair shape before I started but now I realize that while I had strength,  I was carrying too much weight and did not have enough stamina.  Everything fits better and I am in much better shape and condition.  Also, people seem quite shocked when I tell them my age; that can’t be bad.

What sort of changes in your life have you experienced out of taking on something like Crossfit?  Expected or unexpected?
We found that it was impossible to perform crossfit workouts at our gym, so we quit.  The crossfit boxes in town were too expensive and none of them offered childcare or convenient times for working couples.   So we took the money we were spending on our gym memberships and went online to order a bunch of equipment from Rogue. Having a gym in our garage saves us time and travel costs and means we have no excuse to miss a workout.  And as for an unexpected bonus, now that we are crossfitting, Carlos is no longer experiencing the elbow and shoulder pain that he would experience from our "normal" workouts.  The variability of crossfit helps prevent repetitive use injuries.  And since we are working out in the garage, our 12 year old son can even join us from time to time (he’s the box jump king in our family).   Then variability also helps prevent boredom and stagnation from setting in.

Our only complaints are:
1.      We lost quite bit of strength, We believe that was due to our overriding concern to drop weight.  Now that we have slowed down the weight loss, our strength is coming back and we expect our maxes to increase by quite a bit this year.
2.      We keep having to buy new clothes and pack up our fat clothes. (But that’s a problem we’re willing to live with.)

Get it, Miss GiGi!
What's your favorite lift and why?: 
GiGi - I love to dead lift!  My body was just BUILT to dead lift.  Carlos - Squats.  Not sure why.
Funniest experience related to CrossFit?:
Since we have lost so much weight, we find ourselves explaining Crossfit and, to a much larger extent, the Paleo diet to co-workers and friends.  We also feel like we should get a commission from Rogue.

Name one goal you have achieved since starting CrossFit and one goal you want to achieve: 
GiGi - I've dropped 50 lbs in the last year!  (Whoop!)  And as such, I have lost a fair bit of strength.  Many of my ORMs have dropped.  I'd like to get them back up to where they were, especially my dead lift.  I know that proportionately I am lifting more now, but as silly as it may seem, I want to get back to that old milestone.  And I really want to be able to do a good overhead squat - it's my nemesis.  Carlos – After I get my strength back, I want to be able to do MUs, uninterrupted double -unders, and a snatch with proper form (not sure why that movement feels so unnatural to me).

Any advice for people just getting started with CrossFit?
HAVE FUN!  And know that there are no good excuses to NOT exercise.  Find what works for you- whether that's finding the right box for you, finding a friend to hold you accountable, or outfitting your garage so you never have to miss a workout - find what fits you best so that you will stick with it.  If you do not have access to a quality box or are just not comfortable with the social part of box life, set up something in your garage, your back porch, your back yard.  And you don't need fancy equipment either.  You can always head to the neighborhood playground and you'll find a lot of what you need right there waiting for you.  There are no excuses.  Just do it.  And have FUN with it! 
Also, proper diet is 80% of the battle.  If you don’t believe that, you will never get the results you are seeking - unless you are some mutant genetic freak that can eat anything and not put on fat.  In which case we hate you, like a lot.  We have had quite bit of success with a modified Paleo diet.  Basically we have stopped eating sugar and processed foods.  The diet has not only helped us lose quite a bit of weight quickly but has made it easy to keep the weight off, which is often the hardest part.  We would say that Paleo is a bigger and harder commitment than Crossfit.  GiGi has been keeping our more successful Paleo recipes here:   

What do you tell yourself to keep motivated?
We think the results speak for themselves.  We’re feeling better.  Clothes fit better.  And we’re not constantly battling the injuries we had dealt with in the past.  What more motivation do you need?

I gotta say, I follow Miss GiGi's blog and her recipes are incredible! I am just so proud and impressed with these two. They have been so wonderful to me since I started Eat.Pray.WOD!  Thank you to both of you for allowing me to tell your story!

If you know someone who would make a great featured athlete, please email me at eatpraywod[at]gmail[dot]com! 

Friday, April 11, 2014

5 reasons why I could never be a Tanner girl

It's Friday. Which means 5 on Friday. And I usually use Fridays to kind of word vomit about all the things I wanted to talk about all week, but couldn't because I just didn't have enough to make a post.

Well that's changing today, kids.

Growing up, I loved to watch Full House. It was SO cool. Like, every time Stephanie said "How rude!" and every time Michelle hit us with the, "you got it, dude" and every time DJ gave some really sensible and sisterly advice about life. Not to mention the fact that these girls are living in a house-in San Fransisco-with a morning show host for a dad, a musician for an uncle, and a lovable comedian for the other father figure. I was totes jealous.

Recently, Nick at Nite has been airing reruns of my good old favorite TV show (Jesus, am I so old that my fave shows are now on late night cable tv?!) and, of course, I've been watching it. And as an adult I realized:
I could never, ever been a Tanner girl.

And here's why:

5. My parents would have killed me the FIRST time I drove a motor vehicle into the kitchen.
I don't know about you, but I'll never forget what I was doing when Stephanie reversed Joey's brand new car straight through the kitchen window. And then, a few years later, DJ and Steve ended up putting a cement truck through the window, into the kitchen and FILLING THE KITCHEN WITH WET CEMENT. Somehow both of these situations ended with a hug from good old dad and everything was A-OK. 
4. I could never get away with calling my Daddy "dude".
...or telling him "how rude!" he was, for that matter. My daddy is daddy or sir and that's all there is to it. And as cute as that may have seemed when I was watching it at 6 years 26, all I can think about is how saying any of that to my parents would have resulted in a swift slap and come to Jesus talk. 
3. All those DJ/Danny heart to heart talks.
Y'ALL. I canNOT get over how DJ talks to her dad! Yeah, yeah. I get it. He's trying to figure out how to do the whole single parent thing. But let me catch myself telling Daddy Carlos how "unfair" something is...and he'll figure out a way to show me just how unfair things can get. And the talking back? No. Just no.
2. The time DJ fell asleep at Steve's apartment.
NO. First, there would be none of this creeping around where Danny tries to spy on DJ and Steve. If I wasn't hope at curfew, my daddy was going to the apartment where he would proceed to bust the door down. With a shotgun in hand. With no time for, nor would he care about, an explaination about what happened. And grounded for a  month? Try "no one will ever see you again. Ever." 
1. Kimmie Gibbler
Kimmie Gibbler was one disrespectful little girl, y'all. I guarantee if Brittany had ever talked to my parents the way Kimmie talked to DJ's, I would have demanded that she leave. You just don't talk to your elders like that! Additionally, even if I was blinded by the fact that she was my best friend, my parents would have, very politely, told her to get out and never come back.  And add on top of that, she had stinky feet? Nancy. Ain't. Havin'. It.
And there you go. I am never gonna be a Tanner girl. Childhood dream dashed.
But I think being a Herrera girl is treating me pretty well, no?

Enjoy your weekend!

Thursday, April 10, 2014

I miss you.

Man. I have missed you guys.

I haven't written in a little bit. So long that it's causing my blog friends to email me like, "yo. where the hell are you?" 

This past two weeks has been B-U-S-Y. I'm literally having to schedule time to eat and sleep. But I've MISSED writing. So I guess it's time to get back to it, right?

I love analyzing my life "by the numbers" and when I saw Holly at Hey, Hollywood do it, I thought, "I haven't done that in awhile, so I will, too."

Yes. This is a selfie. This is what happens when you wash your hair and fall asleep on it and don't have time to actually do it. The very little makeup you see on my eyes? That was from the night before. Beyonce, I woke up like this. For real.
124: Days until I move back in with Mama Nancy

330: Time I woke up this morning

4: Number of trashbags I've filled getting rid of things that I just don't need today.

3: Number of times Axl decided to wake me up so that I could pet him.

70: How much Axl weighs and how much weight is sitting on my shoulder at anytime when he decides he's a lapdog.

3: Number of new girls that just became members of my sorority (and I LOVE them).

12,310,010,290: Number of times I have had to do our sorority history step in the past 3 weeks. 

6: Cups (blender bottles) of coffee I've had today. I might have a problem.

5.5: Number of pounds I lost last week.

19: Number of hours of sleep I've had since Sunday.

57: How many texts I've gotten since Monday from Mama Nancy.

21: Length of the last paper I wrote.

2: Number of bruises I gave myself with my jumprope during my last WOD

10: day we're on with our RSCF Photo a Day Instagram challenge. If you don't follow me on IG, you can do that HERE.

1: Shameless plugs for Eat.Pray.WOD social media. See above.

3: Number of interviews I have this weekend (EEK!)

0: Number of ideas I have about what the hell I'm going to wear for these interviews.

6: Number of beers my mama has in her fridge right.this.second, waiting for me after my interviews.

10.5: Number of miles I plan to run this weekend.

34: Number of hours until I see my parents.

3: How many weeks I have left until I can close the books on Spring 2014 semester.

A ZILLION: How excited I am about the above statement.

How are y'all's weeks going? Hopefully less stressful than mine!

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

I don't have my shit together.

I don't have my shit together.

I don't. 
I want to. I want to wake up everyday and know exactly what my purpose is and what paths I'm supposed to take to achieve my goal of all goals.

But I don't.
What I'm doing now is not what I thought I'd be doing 10 years ago. Hell, it's not what I thought I'd be doing 10 minutes ago. 

And I don't really know if anyone knows what the hell we're actually doing. For me, I take one day at a time, I look at the decisions in front of me and I choose the ones that I think are going to point me in the right direction. 

Sometimes those decisions are as big as starting a new job or deciding whether or not to pursue another degree. Sometimes those decisions are as small as keeping my mouth shut when I don't want to (although my friends would argue that this is a pretty monumental achievement for me).

Everyday, I make decisions and I just hope that they're the right ones that will get me to where I want to go.
And if they don't, I hope like hell I can change them. 

So here's to not having my shit together, taking each day a decision at a time, crossing off to do lists, and moving back to Texas in exactly 4 months (!!!). 

Monday, March 31, 2014

CrossFit Open 2014

I had plenty of reservations about this year's Open.
I haven't been training like I should have been all year. My diet sucked for part of the year. I didn't feel like doing it. Whatever.

Those are all excuses and no one is holding me back but me (as I was not so gently reminded before I signed up for this season).

So I signed up only knowing two things:
1) I was still going to hate Dave Castro
2) I'd survive (probably)

Now that the Open is over...
I survived (barely) and I still hate Dave Castro.
hate. him.
I impressed myself. Especially in those first couple of weeks, I didn't think I'd make it. There was no way I'd be able to do double unders or chest to bar pull ups. But I did. I got a chance to call Mama Nancy and tell her how well I'd done.

Even more than that, I got even closer with my CrossFit family. Without them screaming at me and cheering me on, ESPECIALLY when I wanted to just quit and walk away, I could have never done what I did. Also, the cheese fries. I could have never gotten through the Open without Pluckers cheese fries after every Thursday night workout.

All in all, I'm way thankful.
For the opportunity to shock myself with what I can do and for people who support me.

So now what?
I don't know. I'm kind of disappointed I don't have a grueling Open workout to look forward to every week, but I'm excited to get back to consistent training. 

And who knows, maybe with more consistent training, I can beat myself again next year.
Photo by Mike Buck Photography

How was y'all's open?