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Nature Therapy

April 20, 2020 2chicksandapen

If you recall we posted a digital doomsday blog and noted all the negative vibes around what’s missing these days from the school experience from a teen daughter’s perspective. All the time stuck with eyes glued to a laptop. No time to move between classes. No friends to laugh with.

However, after reflecting on the extra time available to take a walk with my daughter outside because of the “downtime” in our schedule and her lack of spending time with friends or at sports activities, a different vantage point appeared. Again a negative turned positive. Below is a great pic we snagged on a late night stroll together. We are embracing nature in a way we never have before. Just listening to birds chirp in the morning is a new kind of peaceful way to start the day. Very different than how life started a month ago and hopefully different than next month but for today we are embracing what options one can celebrate.

One wish for us is that the vast majority of people would or could look past themselves and their immediate discomforts during this pandemic and see the sunshine that is around the corner. It may not be the brightest sunshine but even every sliver of light can be embraced in the darkest hour.

If even just a few people out out there choose nature as a stress relief today it can spread. Think about others as well. Your aura reflects on others. A joyous smile is infectious when you pass somebody at the park from 6 feet way. It’s free and simple and may be the one interaction that person has that day. It could be mind altering that day. There is always somebody in a worse situation than you despite what you see right in front of you. Pass on the positives during this dark time.

As we write this, Spring is springing forth in the USA. Color is starting to dapple the landscape. Flowers are beginning their parade of blooms. Here’s a tip: find some local flower growers and follow them on social media. If your feeds are full of gloom and doom, trim those folks back (mute them or unfollow) and add some beauty to your screen.

Even better, reach out to flower farmers near you and see if you can connect that way. Farmers near us, used to relying on farmer’s markets or florists, are now offering porch deliveries or pre-orders to open air markets. These small local farmers are suffering from the breakdown of routines and supply chains just as many other businesses are. They are forced to innovate on nature’s timeline. Many can offer you bunches of exquisite little treasures that you can enjoy and share with others. Here’s a recent pickup we enjoyed, and supported a couple of small businesses in the process.

As we have said in many ways at many times, you become who and what you surround yourself with. Get out and surround yourself with fresh air. Bright, warm sunshine. Sweet breezes. Walk your feet on fresh grass. If you’re having trouble getting out of your head or you’re feeling anxious, do a 5 senses countdown exercise out in the world. Clear your mind and notice what is happening in nature. Surround yourself with reminders that time continues on.

New life is coming. Even though part of nature is going haywire at the moment, much of it is marching in its usual rhythm. Bees are buzzing. Baby ducks and bunnies will soon appear at local parks. The earth is waking up from its yearly nap. Let this reassure you that this dark season will also pass. In the mean time, don’t miss the things we are often too busy to notice.

This post is dedicated tho those full of raw emotions relating to Coronavirus. We all have them. We opt to share ours with the world via a blog. Our posts are edited multiple times and viewed by others subjectively before going live. Although only one vantage point, it may help somebody reading along.

Nature therapy has worked for us during this crazy time. Walks in our community. Short jogs. Bike riding. Gardening. Swimming. Kayaking. Hiking. All activities that allow physical distancing while embracing nature. Chick 1 even climbed a few trees.

We don’t need to be confined to our four walls to be safe. We can be distant and enjoy nature. Opt outside when you can.

perspective

The Corona Coulda Shoulda Wouldas

April 19, 2020 2chicksandapen

So Corona has been here for a while now. It has shaped our lives and routines. I wonder, were you ready?

Ready? What does that even mean? Burning question: How do we prepare for the unforeseeable? For something we have never experienced before? A lot of people are playing the “coulda, woulda, shoulda” game these days, thinking of things they wish they had done to be more ready for this moment.

Well, in some ways it’s impossible. But looking at my life now, there are some things I have done that set me up positively for this moment and other things I will do better with from now on. Yes, the lessons are already showing themselves. It’s up to me to keep my eye out and learn them. Here’s a couple I’ve thought about.

One thing I’ve done right: I am glad I took control of my health when I did. I could not have known what was coming 5 years ago when I started working on my level of fitness, and then more specifically on my diet. Now we know that severe obesity is one of the major risk factors in serious complications from this virus, and I am grateful I am not in that category any longer. CrossFit and consistent exercise has also lowered my blood pressure, which some believe seems to make a difference in successfully battling this illness as well. Still, I was morbidly obese for decades. I know I’ve taken a toll on my body. Hopefully I made the right changes in time and can continue choosing every day and being consistent.

One thing I need to work on: I could definitely spend money differently. My house is choked with stuff I thought I liked or needed at any given time. As I’ve noted in previous posts, many of those items are now coming out of hiding and finding a purpose. Some have been given away to people who need them. But, there’s a lot of excess stuff. I’ll be selling or giving things away over the next few months in bulk and trying to spend more intentionally.

What I am so grateful for: I am SO GLAD I have a group of friends and loved ones to do crazy stuff with. The “Bad Idea Club” and several others are always up for a goofy good time. We dress in themes, we giggle from our guts. We care less about what others may say. Judge away, we are too busy having fun.

Case in point: just before the corona wave broke, we had an epic birthday celebration for Chick 1. We dressed up in 70s regalia, took pictures, went out on the town, stayed out on the town at a funky little hotel, had s’mores late and night and a birthday breakfast at a local diner the next morning, and generally just embraced life. It was a grand celebration. And while it was such fun at the time, one short month later, in quarantine, when those photos came up in memories, I multiplied that happiness by 10, that we just went for it and did life and her celebration BIG.

I am sure there are many who roll their eyes (like my kids) or shake their heads at our antics. But darnit, I really don’t want to get to the end of life and not have lived fully. The stuff does not matter. The memories and the people we make them with do.

So much for the coulda, shoulda, wouldas. We need to take better care of ourselves now, and live now. What are the “I can, I do, I wills” for going forward?

I will to take more vacations, drive more scenic routes. I will take more hikes and visit loved ones more often. I will stop waiting for the perfect time to drive the Blue Ridge Parkway to see the fall foliage change color. I will add to my list of dreams and destinations and tick them off one by one by one.

I will keep taking care of myself and those who matter to me. I will love and live big each day, and appreciate deeply the opportunity to do that! It has made me look at the magnet on my refrigerator (pictured below) with new eyes!

What lessons are you learning from this? What coulda shoulda wouldas can you turn in to I can, I do, I wills…?

awareness, fitness and nutrition

Chad

April 15, 2020November 13, 2021 2chicksandapen

We’ve written about CrossFit Hero WODs here on the blog before.

The subject of today’s blog is one of the more recent ones, known as “Chad.”

Read the story. It’s a worthy one.

The workout seems seems simple enough. 1,000 box step-ups with a weighted vest. Not much movement. Same thing over and over again. Just counting and moving, moving and counting.

1,000 of anything, though….I’m not sure CrossFit has any other workouts that reach into 4 digits.

My mindset: It would take a while. I knew that. It would be grueling. I would keep going until it was time to stop.

So, before sunrise in the middle of the quarantine, I started counting and moving, moving and counting.

As with many hero WODs, there are lessons to reflect on. The story of Chad made me think about mental health throughout most of the reps.

Here are the lessons I learned, 50 reps at a time. As many face mental health challenges in our current coronavirus situation, some of the lessons seem more important than ever.

-It is ok to set your weight down sometimes. You have to pick it up again eventually but it is ok to take a break sometimes. This was easy for me to say with my dumbbell in a backpack, but what about those who can’t put their weight down?

-I had choices. I brought out dumbbells, plates, and more. But in the end, it seemed like too much trouble to switch even though it might have brought relief to do things a little differently. Lesson: Sometimes even our best advice or tools aren’t useful to people who are consumed with just getting through whatever it is. People will often default to what is familiar because it is familiar. When you are enduring hardship, change can be too much of a challenge even if it might help.

-Good music helps. Drowning out the discomfort and having a little to sing along with makes a big difference.

-After a while I lost my form and was just flailing. I also took extra steadying or stutter steps on the ground between each step up after about 500. I thought to myself I should be more efficient and tried to skip the extra steps and keep my form together but my body just wasn’t doing that. It needed the extra break or correction in between. Sometimes we can see a problem and think our way into fixing things, other times not.

-I would have sudden bursts of energy, seemingly out of the blue. I’d just push right through 6 or 7. Then, it would go back to the same slow rhythm. Unpredictable energy levels happen. I may seem ok, but then slow down again.

-Coming down was just as hard as going up. You’d think the up would be the challenge, but I noticed myself coming down harder and harder as the reps went on. I knew my knees were under pressure. Even the easier things require effort and concentration.

-Sometimes, the only way out is through.

Surprises:

-My heart rate was SO high and I burned so many calories. To a passer by, it would probably not look that complicated or taxing. Just up, down, up, down. What’s the big deal? I couldn’t believe how out consistently high my heart rate was. Sometimes we can’t tell the effort others are putting in to things that may look simple.

-Sometimes my body just refused to step up even though my mind told it to. A few times I barely missed the top of the box. Other times my body just stopped like a stubborn horse refusing to jump. Just no. Sometimes our bodies and minds don’t work together.

-I ran the full gamut of emotions. Bored, Anxious, Determined, Giddy, Frustrated, Relieved. All over the map.

I thought to myself:

-I wish I was not by myself. I wished it was a partner WOD at one point, then I thought I would have settled for a buddy or even a FaceTime friend. CrossFit is built on community and shared suffering. It was REALLY hard to do it alone. It just lifts you up when you see others engaged in the same task. But, sometimes in life going it alone is the choice you have. I had many partners in my thoughts cheering me on.

-I need a coach. When I felt my form and motivation slipping, a coach watching me, helping me, encouraging me, barking at me would have meant a lot. Someone who knows what they’re doing, knows me, and knows what to do is a good companion.

-I had a huge case of the “I don’t wannas” between 300-600. Not at the beginning, not at the end, just the long, wide middle. Monotonous. Boring. Is it over yet? I just kept pushing but it was mentally and physically taxing when I wasn’t in the excitement of the beginning but couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. The middle is hard. What about situations where we don’t know where the end point is?

-I was hard on myself. I “no repped” myself many times when I didn’t stand up completely on the box. But really, does it matter that much? How many people do we know who are just really hard on themselves when it’s not entirely necessary?

-At times I lost count or had repetitive thoughts. I got so tired things didn’t even make sense anymore. I was taking a break every 50 reps to have water and write. But, sometimes I would go to write things and I had already written them, or I couldn’t remember what I was thinking about when I got to the paper.

-Toward the end, I had a burst of “I Think I Can” and Miley Cyrus’s “The Climb” in my head. It was almost time for me to go to work so I also got a little flustered toward the end thinking I wouldn’t finish in time. But getting toward a goal can be motivating.

The aftermath:

-Pain that went all throughout my body in waves for about 48 hours. Just gotta keep moving to keep the real pain of immobility from setting in. Pain is real.

-I was one of the first to do it in our gym group. So, I was able to encourage people who came after. This is one of the most important parts of being on the path, and being a survivor. Help those who are with you or coming along after you.

Finally,

The first thing I wrote was,

-What is my mountain?

I am still thinking about that. There are many. Short term, long term, distant future. This was a metaphor for many challenges in life and living. I’ll keep thinking about it and I wouldn’t be surprised if I do it again some day.

What is your mountain? Who can be your partner on the path? Your inspiration? Who can you encourage today?

awareness

Need Help?

April 13, 2020 2chicksandapen

In today’s ever-changing world many people need help. Maybe from the stress of what’s in front of them and maybe the stress that is indirectly hitting them.

This post is meant to be a resource page. It may not help everyone who reads this post but it’s meant to offer hope in what is a challenging time for many.

If you were impacted by recent storms in the southern United States, the above number may be helpful.

If you or anyone you know is having trouble coping with the stress relating to managing life during COVID-19, this suicide prevention help line may be a resource worth sharing.

If you reside in the great state of Georgia, the above COVID-19 support resource list may be just what you need access to.

Remember we are all in this crazy mess together. Taking advantage of a free resource or passing on such information is prevention education. It’s a way to offer hope in a challenging time.

2 Chicks and a Pen consider mental health of utmost concern these days. We do our part to write online to motivate others as well as offer hope when needed. If these resources don’t cover your geographical area, find some that do and pass the information on.

You never know who is struggling in silence. With many forced into reclusive environments a lifeline resource can be a life-saving option.

Hugs and love from 2Chicks. We are smiling big at you!

healthy hacks

What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?

April 11, 2020 2chicksandapen

It’s an age old question…when you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Little known fact about Chick 2:

When I was just a wee one, I wanted to be a mailman, or what we would now call a mail carrier.

At six years old in my childhood home, so many summer afternoons I would watch out the front window starting about 1:00. The mail would arrive between 1:15 and 2:00. I’d wait anxiously for the sound…when I heard the stop, start, stop, start of the mail truck, I’d walk down our hilly driveway to intercept our family’s haul.

I’d sift through the daily pile of JC Penneys catalogs, electric bills, and who knows what else and most days find nothing for me. But once in a while, in amidst all the typewritten envelopes, there would be a piece with my name handwritten on the front. Like a lottery win!

To this day, I LOVE getting personal mail. Opening a personal letter or card is one of my life’s greatest delights. Who wouldn’t want to be the person that delivers those, I thought? Everyone looks forward to seeing you every day and all the treasures you bring!

Life has changed a lot since then. Not only do I realize that most mail isn’t that exciting, these days most of our communication comes through email, texts, snaps, messages and so on. Although I’ve given up on the career ambition of delivering mail, I still send mail as often as I can. In the age of texts and emails, a handwritten letter stands out even more.

Here’s today’s healthy hack for pandemic life: send letters!

In these days of isolation, most of us don’t see each other much, if at all. We have a need for connection and some of us may have more time since we aren’t commuting, etc. So, I’m sending postcards, uplifting quotes, funny cards, and letters to people far and near. Sure I still text, but when I want people to pause, when I want them to know they are special, I send it through the mail.

Words are one of the things I enjoy sharing, whether it’s my own words or a well chosen quote. I tried painting watercolors, but it’s just not my thing. I do enjoy making art, so I added some little accents to cards. I will keep sending these so, in with all the bills and catalogs and coupon flyers, the handwriting on an envelope can bring someone (or many someones) a smile. In the end, I still want to be a person who delivers joy when I grow up.

So, unlike many other things today, “neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” Add pandemics to that list in the US Postal Service’s unofficial motto. I’m grateful for these couriers of kindness.

Who can you reach out to in a different way today? Who needs a lift?