Challenges #1 and #2

For the month of August, I tried two new things - Golf and Manual Driving.

While, I would not say I mastered either, I am determined to keep working on them. For the golf challenge, I went to Ledgeview Golf Course. I played mini golf before, but never tried the big boy version. My mentor and I went to the driving range so I could learn to swing and hit a ball. I knew it would be hard but man! I was glad not many people were practicing. I often hit the ground, swung up a ton of dirt, and had pitiful hits that sent the ball only a couple yards. Even worse were the moments I missed completely. I think one problem was the clubs were too big; however, as time went on I did hit farther. Several made it out to the first flag (about 93 yards) and a couple of them made it out to the second flag (about 117 yards). By the time we finished off a six dollar bucket of balls, my hands were sore! I definitely held on too hard. The next day my arms were sore along with a part of my waist from the twist/swing motion. I did not realize golf was so physical! 

The second new thing, Manual Driving or as I call it Stick Shift, was more emotionally trying. First of all, I was using another person's car. Second, I was terrified I would crash it into a pole or car. I did not. I did rev the engine a couple of times and killed it a plenty. For the first twenty minutes, I practiced in a large (empty) company parking lot on the weekend. I noticed a man watching by the building, and he later came over. He asked us to move somewhere else as it was technically private property, but I know he had a good laugh. He was nice and we moved on to find another space. By the end of my first attempt, I learned to start, stop, and shift into second gear. While I am not comfortable driving on the streets yet, I can at least begin to drive a manual car!

These two new activities challenged me both physically and emotionally, but it feels great to accomplish something new! I want to keep developing these skills, especially the stick shift driving. I'm excited to see what the month of September has to offer and I'll be sure to keep you guys posted! One thing I have already learned from this challenge is that I need to smash the word - "can't."

Have a great Labor Day weekend everyone!

New Challenges For This Twenty-Two Year Old

"Take your risks now, as you grow older you become more fearful and less flexible. And I mean that literally. I hurt my knee this week on a treadmill, and it wasn't even on."   - Amy Poehler

I turned twenty-two last Saturday in Michigan thanks to a wonderful vacation present from my boyfriend. We took off from Wisconsin on his motorcycle and proceeded through beautiful weather and roads around Lake Michigan for nearly six hours. Two sore butt cheeks later, we are settling into our teeny-tiny hotel room looking out at Mackinac Island. It was perfect.

Also a perfect escape. Now that I have graduated from college and am sending applications to a couple dozen companies, I do not have time to be a child much longer... or do I? I thought about how my parents grew up, how cousins grew up, and how frankly I want to grow up. I'm still young, and I did not want to fall into the age old cycle of work - TV - eat - sleep - repeat the daily grind.

So, I've issued a challenge for myself. This year I will try twenty-two new things. Key being it's new. This will push me into uncomfortable areas, maybe fears, and hopefully by the time I turn twenty-three I will have plenty of advice to give myself. haha. But I really do want to do this as a growing experience for myself and to extend my experiences, relationships, and over-all quality of life. One big motivation for me is a tragic event that happened to my ex-coworker/friend back in April. She is a great mentor and I look up to her in more than just professional ways. Her family life was the epitome of what I wanted and her husband was as equally a brilliant and caring man. My boyfriend and I both respected and saught to be as accomplished as they were by the time we reached their age. (We were about twelve years apart.) They were runners, healthy, incredibly accomplished in their fields, and brought a baby girl  into the world, to which my boyfriend and I have had the pleasure of babysitting. Not only had they achieved all these things, they were hilarious, kind, adventurous, and over-all the best human beings in the world.

View from Fort Mackinac.

Sadly, while out on a run, her husband collapsed due to an unknown heart defect. He died that night. The next morning, I received a text from my supervisor while in a Starbucks, accompanying my boyfriend to the interview that would later turn into his career. We were struck hard. My boyfriend had worked with him and I knew him through my co-worker and babysitting their child. One of the hardest things for me to grasp was that the girl (who had JUST turned one) would never know the awesomeness of her father.

Even though he is no longer around, my friend still takes their baby girl on adventures and continues to live life through experiences as I know she would do if her husband was still alive. This spirit encourages me to make the most of my time here. Twenty-two new things should be a piece a cake in a year. Seriously, that's only two a month. I cannot fear what life has in store for me, but simply trek on with family, friends, and kindness. So bring on twenty-two years of life!

The Weight Conversation: Let's Stop Talking

Besides the media overflow of beautiful, Photoshopped women and men, is the counter movement discussed in morning talk shows, documentaries and table talk throughout America. The conversation ranges from obesity in a third of Americans to dangerous teen "dieting" habits. The scale is so large. Thin, fat, skinny, obese, ribs, rolls. Much is being said and awareness should be increasing, but results are slowly produced, if any at all. Why does it seem that Americans are ignoring the warnings? Why are so many of us stuck on the extreme sides of the weight scale?

If you've ever watched one of those weight documentaries, either about obesity or eating disorders, it tends to show the drastic effects and stories about people, the government, and other organizations dealing with the issue. Turn on the TV to one of the multiple morning talk shows and there will be discussions about this issue with ranging opinions, (The View, for instance.) Even Good Morning America has a comment or two about looks and weight every day, some empowering, some not so much. These mixed messages aren't helping the issue. Especially the "healthy" wording now put onto many food products that truly are not healthy. Just because a cereal box has listed a couple of vitamins on the cover, doesn't mean that it is a "Gggggrrrreat" start to your day. Even Tony the Tiger's catch phrase is a tricky marketing ploy.

Well, this little twenty-one year old is sick of all the talking. Because that's all it is. Talk.

(I'm not saying words don't matter. As a English major and someone who has studied language, I know it is powerful and important. But watching this issue over the years has led me to some conclusions. TV talk is cheap. National reporting is not hitting people at home. Local movements are the key to a successful, cultural change.)

As a personal note, I have been studying nutrition and healthy habits since I was a young girl, even though I've never had a weight issue. For that though, I have my parents to thank. Almost all vegetables were grown at home, along with apples. No pesticides and no preservatives. They never bought beef as we only ate venison, which was extremely lean. We had local  fish once a week. Soda was not common along with candy, besides what we could gather around Halloween. Physical activity was a constant as my childhood home was in the country with daily chores and outside room to play. Even now I shop at Farmer's Markets, eat well, and regularly exercise. I'm physically strong and have a clean bill of health all around.

I'm not perfect, but continually working hard!

You would think I would love my healthy body and feel great about myself. No siree!
Why? Because there is not enough emphasis on being healthy. Let me say it again. Being healthy is not emphasized. Being a certain weight is. Looking a certain way is. (I still feel bad about myself though I'm 125. The battle will never end unless we start changing.) There is nothing out there for those who are striving for a healthy lifestyle without the double-edged sword of being too fat or too thin. So let's stop using "fat" or "thin." Just stick to healthy. A scale means nothing when it comes to pure health. Healthy comes in all shapes and sizes. If we keep fighting at the edges of the weight scale, we will never come together in the middle.

Turn off the TV.

Let's stop talking. Let's start supporting and change the way we view health, because it's our turn to be HEALTHY.

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