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Bonnie

Bonnie
I know that consistency is how Bonnie and I are going to learn to gel. I know I have to go back every Monday, mount up and try again, making 1% improvement each week until I’m posting like a champ and steering with a light hand.

1%. 1%. 1%. 1%.

1% improvement consistently until this time next year when Bonnie and I are cantering through the fields together like we’re long lost soul mates (we are, she just doesn’t know it yet 😉).

Bonnie, let’s do this thing.

Pay it forward...

Pay it forward...
I would have never had the opportunity to capture my own attention, had CJ not first captured it with his stories.

Publishing my diary is my way of paying it forward in life, just like Ceej did for me.

If I’ve captured your attention, I truly hope it sparks a little seed of possibility in you that you might be worth paying attention to as well.

Strong as hell.

Strong as hell.

My instructor, Krystal, had Saphira on a lunge line which meant that she was controlling her speed and steering her. My job?

Don’t fall off. 😂

No seriously, my job was to control my balance and my seat while placing my arms in different positions, posting and turning my torso.

It wasn’t easy but I was able to do it because I’m strong as hell now!

During this part of our lesson Krystal said, “you didn’t know you were going to get your GRIT workout in at the ranch today did you?” 😂

An open letter to my 50 year old + ladies...

An open letter to my 50 year old + ladies...
’ve had several conversations over the last few days with ladies in my life who are all over 50 years old and after those convos, I need to talk to you.

So if you’re 50 years or older, please listen closely.

The Heathers of the world need you.

See, you might not realize it but we are still watching you. My 20s, 30s and 40s girls are looking ahead at you 50s, 60s and 70s to see what the potential is for us.

Honestly, what we are seeing is dim. So many of you ladies act like it’s time to pack it in at 50. That’s is all down hill from there.

Changing Faces

Changing Faces
Both of these pictures were taken on days that I fixed my hair, put on makeup, put on a fancy dress and went out for the evening.

I felt beautiful in both of these photos. My weight didn’t change the fact that I loved that evening at the theater with Chris in the first photo.

I know though, looking back on that time, that feeling beautiful was a rarity for me. That feeling vibrant and full of life wasn’t a thing I was experiencing on a regular basis. I was tired, ashamed of myself and felt generally beat down.

Youtube Date.

Youtube Date.

Lip Sync battles from the actual show get revisited pretty often. Chris loves the Terry Crews episode and if you haven’t seen Peter Parker dancing like he’s performing on a real Broadway stage to Rihanna’s Umbrella, are you even living?

When we feel generally disconnected or are missing being boyfriend and girlfriend (marriage just seems a lot harder than dating), we grab a bottle of wine, wait until our kids are asleep and YouTube binge the same 15 videos.

Rewrite that shit...

Rewrite that shit...
My friend Greg wrote a story about me extinguishing my excuses today, so I took a quick photo and placed it next to my GRIT day 1 photo so I could comment on his story with my results. My GRIT transformation is mostly mental but I can’t show someone that. The only visible result I have of my mind shift is the body byproduct.

After I did that I decided to check my measurements, which honestly I haven’t been very good at checking. I did take them on day 1 though.

As of today, 79 days in, I’ve only lost 9 pounds and .5 inches. One half of an inch on my waist. Every other measurement is exactly the same.

Damn it...

Damn it...
If you see us out and about, and my two year old is shouting cuss words all over the place, just ignore us. I’m sorry we are a bunch of heathens.

Brutal honesty...

Brutal honesty...
I’m just going to lay it out there (which is kind of the whole point of this story), I have no tact with my honesty. It’s been a problem my entire adult life. I will just tell you the truth and then not understand why you’re so upset because we are supposed to be honest, right?

I’m not intending to be mean, it just comes across that way sometimes. I get a little too tough with my tough love.

Transformation isn't always pretty...

Transformation isn't always pretty...
I’ve been selectively choosing what things I indoctrinate myself with across this GRIT journey, but being forced into the discomfort of videoing myself every day is making me have to face the not so gorgeous parts of transformation.

Transformation isn’t always beautiful. When a snake is shedding its skin, or a bird is molting, they look disgusting. Once finished though, they have a fresh body, ready to take on their next season of growth with strength and beauty.

What’s your excuse?

What’s your excuse?
My body wasn’t the real problem though, my mind was. It took me a full 28 days to let go of the excuse that I was too out of shape to complete GRIT. I couldn’t use it as an excuse anymore once I finished the 28 day challenge because I just proved myself wrong.

Excuse 2. I can’t workout because I have young kids.

Increased capacity...

Increased capacity...
Since becoming a Story Athlete my capacity to dream has increased. My dreams are bigger and more audacious now, but more importantly they’re more focused on what I want to be contributing to the world, instead of what I want to be getting for myself.

I needed a fresh Start Today Journal to re-evaluate my dreams.