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Grace-Motivated Dieting

MIKE COSPER|11:00 PM CT

Grace-Motivated . . . Dieting?

We're a few weeks into our new year's resolutions. How's that diet going?

According to The New York Times, Americans last year spent about $62 billion on diets, exercise, and gym memberships. But most us give up on these efforts by March.

It feels like an endless cycle. We're unhappy with our weight, we make grand commitments, and we stick to them rigidly . . . for a couple of weeks. Eventually, the drive-thru lanes, frappucinos, and buckets of ice cream get the best of us, and we fall off the proverbial wagon.

Our failures recall Paul's words in Romans 7:15: "For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate." I don't want to eat that giant burrito, and yet over and over again, I eat the giant burrito. What a wretched man I am!

Perhaps, as we start to feel the pangs of temptation against our new year's resolutions (or if we're simply struggling to stick to a diet) we would benefit from a shift in perspective. If dieting is like life under the law, then it's worth asking: Is there such a thing as grace-motivated dieting?

I think there is. There's a way forward for those of us who feel unhealthy and eager for change, a way that can be motivated by grace and love, rather than vanity, guilt, or shame. It takes three things:

  • Shifting Perspective
  • Seeking Wisdom
  • Enduring Patiently

Shifting Perspective

I'll never forget this moment, about six years ago. My best friend had recently gotten married, and my wife and I were spending time with him and his new wife, looking through the photo album from their wedding. As we turned to the back cover, I was horrified. The last picture in the album was from the morning of his wedding day, when the groomsmen had gone to a park to play basketball. For some tragic and inexplicable reason I am standing in this picture with my shirt off. I hadn't been near a basketball court (or, apparently a scale) in a few years, and the sight was . . . unhealthy. Round. Big.

"I'm going on a diet," I blurted out, eyes wide open, thinking photos are forever, photos are forever. For the rest of my friend's life, this awful picture of me would grace the back page of his wedding album.

This is how many of us begin. Our bodies lose their youthful shape, and in a revelatory moment, we jump on the dieting carousel: gaining, losing, plateauing, gaining, losing, crashing, gaining again. We're driven by a moment like this, a moment (or a long season) of shame and guilt. Words like fat ring in our ears, and every trip past a mirror is torture. Sometimes we blame ourselves, sometimes we blame our genes, sometimes we blame stress and work.

There are two possible motivations for the desire to transform our bodies, one that has the power to motivate and one that has the power to kill.

The latter motivation is more common. It's the reason young faces and bodies grace the magazine covers in grocery stores aisles. These images help drive the market for plastic surgery and much of that $62 billion dieting economy. This motivation cannot be limited to a single emotion or sin. But some combination of vanity, obsession with youth, and fear of death results in anxious discontent, a deep feeling of inadequacy and desperation for acceptance. We foolishly believe that if we could get skinnier, bulkier, younger, prettier, or stronger, we'll be satisfied.

This motivation literally leads to death. For some, the short-term fixes lead to crash diets, eating disorders, and a variety of other methods that do our bodies more harm than good. Ultimately, all of us face the ticking clock of time, slowing metabolisms, disease, grey hair, wrinkles, cellulite, and expired bodies. The desire to avoid death and old age that drives us to the gym can't ultimately stave off our inevitable end.

We become enslaved to the "law" of fitness, obsessively fighting a losing battle against our wills and the march of time. Our victories are short-lived, our defeats are crushing.

But there's a better way. Whatever we feel about our bodies, they don't have to be the source of shame or guilt. Shame and guilt are not motivators; they are masters, filling our days with anxiety. The alternative starts with seeing our bodies as part of the great story of the gospel:

  • Our bodies were created by God. God made you with a fantastic attention to detail (Matthew 10:29-31).
  • Our bodies are subject to the plague of sin. Disease, obesity, dysfunction, and weakness are results of the fall (Psalm 38:3-4).
  • The gospel tells us that in Christ, we're given a once-and-for-all seal of approval by the only One whose opinion matters (1 Corinthians 1:8).
  • That acceptance isn't conditional or partial; it includes our bodies.We're whole beings, bodies and souls inexorably knit together. The brokenness of both is covered by the sanctifying blood of Jesus (Romans 8:11).
  • One day, these failing bodies will be exchanged for gloriously restored and unbreakable bodies (1 Corinthians 15:42-45).

Our bodies are first and foremost a gift. God made them "fearfully and wonderfully" (Psalm 139:14) and intended them to be a part of the glorious harmony of creation, using them to serve him and others. Sin has disrupted that harmony, introducing sickness, weakness, and the vast host of problems that plague our bodies. We could despair of the brokenness, convinced that nothing will get better until the resurrection. But this despairing attitude neglects the fact that God has made us stewards of all of his gifts, including our bodies. As Paul says:

Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body (1 Corinthians 6:19-20).

Rather than seeing our bodies in the light of the world's absurd standards, we see them as gifts meant to give God glory and to serve others.

There's no doubt that Americans have serious challenges related to fitness. Obesity is an epidemic, and health problems related to diets abound: cholesterol, heart disease, diabetes---the list goes on and on. Seeing our bodies as a gift should cause us to respond in much the same way we respond with our finances. As good stewards, we should examine all the ways we think about and care for our bodies.

  • Rather than being motivated by youth culture and absurd (and shifting) standards of beauty, we should be motivated by stewardship: how ready is your body to serve others?
  • When thinking about aging, rather than focusing on fighting the signs of age, or living in fear of the effects of aging, we should seek health for the sake of longevity. Should the Lord allow, we want to lovingly and enthusiastically serve God and others for the long haul.

Seeking Wisdom

Crash diets and exercise obsessions only make sense when they serve an idol in response to motivation like shame. We'll gladly risk long-term injuries and damages to our health, sacrificing them on the altar of youth or self-image, if we think the ends justify the means.

But if we're seeking health so we can be good stewards of the gift God has given us, the ends and the means are essentially the same. How we go about changing is just as important as the results that we're seeking.

This calls us for wisdom. We need to be patient and sober, wisely avoiding the recklessness that accompanies diet culture like "abs in two weeks" or "lose 20 lbs TODAY!" We should talk to doctors and trainers, adopting a long-range plan for a lifestyle that promotes health and embraces the realities of modern life.

We need to be realistic, both in the methods we adopt and the results we expect. Not everyone can go to the gym every day, and not everyone can adopt the same diets. Nor is it necessary. Food, like any good gift, should be enjoyed as a gift and avoided as a master. It can master us in excessive consumption, and it can master us in obsessive and fearful nitpicking. Food shouldn't consume all of our thoughts and conversations, and our decisions aren't grounds for judging others. A self-righteous dieter---whether low-carb, high-carb, low-fat, high-fat, Atkins, Weston Price, or Weight-Watchers---is just another Pharisee, destined to frustrate and annoy far more than convince those around him. Hold your convictions about food gently and loosely, recognizing (as Paul did with the Corinthian church) that it's an area open to a variety of convictions.

Enduring Patiently

Food is tempting. Exercise is not. And change is slow. Keep this in mind as you try to make real and lasting change.

My own efforts have resulted in mixed success. I lost a lot of weight after I saw the picture, dropping about 40 pounds in the year or so that followed. I focused on eating healthy and exercising, benefiting greatly from the counsel of a friend who worked as a personal trainer. In the years that followed, I've fluctuated a good bit, but I've enjoyed a base level of fitness that seems to help me bounce back quickly when I fall off the wagon. The first six months was by far the hardest.

In recent years, I find I'm far more motivated by how I feel than by how I look. When an injury required almost three months off from exercise last year, I once again stared at a bit of a discouraging "spare tire," but I was far more concerned with my general fatigue and weakness.

When we're healthy, we're better able to serve, love, and bless others. We don't wear out so quickly, and we're not daunted by requests to help, whether it's moving a table, leading a kids' Sunday school class, or traveling to Africa.

The dieting roller coaster isn't ending. So long as we have Big Macs and big screen TVs, there will be a host of people who wake up one day saying, "I need to lose weight." And in the world of diet books and exercise tapes, there is plenty of good science and helpful information. We don't necessarily need different goals for our weight and fitness. We need better motivations.

Mike Cosper is pastor of worship and arts at Sojourn Community Church in Louisville, Kentucky. He writes on the gospel and the arts for The Gospel Coalition.

How do I say this? - IT'S ON.

Last Friday, after some article reading and contemplation, Nate and I decided that my body MIGHT need a break. I say might because it's truly a shot in the dark. However, after almost a year of loosing weight, we were reading that my body may be slowing metabolically, so upping the cals/carbs could help. I was so excited! Deciding that I could eat what I want and not feel guilty becaues it's "good for me"/"What I needed" :D More than anything, I was excited about the mental break from it.


Don't get me wrong. The focus of my break wasn't anti-primal, it was more just like adding nuts, sweet potatoes, and fruit. Thanksgiving break means I've had grain, but it's not something I'm going to buy so it'll be pretty in consistent.

The problem is that a few days after getting to have these things I'm kind of "meh" to it. I mean, I love getting to eat that way, but I'd RATHER do really well at CF, up my performance, feel good about how I look and feel. It's like I thought restricting myself was so sucky. Like I had all of these chains holding me back from the foods I wanted to eat and the feelings i wanted to have - the freedom. But now I'm seeing it more like the laid-back "free" way of eating that I want is the chain. Holding me back from the person and athlete I want to be. And eating this way is the path to getting there; CF is the vehicle that makes it faster and better.

I've been feeling kind of stupid for thinking I could compete in the Garage Games.

But I can't control that outcome. So instead of thinking about it, I'll give my workouts all I've got.

I've been trying to look up stories about athletes who could resonate with me: started out as a couch potato, but decided to go for it and succeeded. Something to inspire me the way Payson (Make It or Break It) is inspired by her reading. But . . . so far not so good. So I'll keep looking. but I'm also thinking I'm going to have to write my own inspirational story, with my life.

So basically, I want this life. I'm not sure about the details just yet, and I think that's ok. I want this to sink in, I want to pray and find the best way, God's way for me, that I should do to get there. But I'm wanting it. And I'm deciding the path to get there is worth it. I'm getting ready to tackle the 2nd half of my recovery. & I'm really happy about it.. :)

And another MC interview :)

...wHo iS tHe giRL bEhiNd tHe tAnK?...
Who am I? I've sat at my mac pondering this question for a while. If people are like puzzles, I'm one that not everyone would attempt to put together. I'm a 1000 piece puzzle with lots of intricate pieces. The funny part is that when people first meet me, they think I'm one of those really simple 100 piece puzzles. You know the kind you can dump out of the box and put together in an hour.
Even though at times, it can be frustrating...I kind of like it. I'm aware that what I portray on first glance is a certain image. It's not fake. It is part of who I am, but there is a lot more to me under the surface. People see me with my toned body, blond hair, glossy lips, matching jewelry, tight jeans, high heels, and boobs...and they think they have me figured out. I met a guy, a friend of a friend, several weeks ago that on first meeting him in a parking lot was only around him for about two minutes. Later when we ran into him again at my friend's apartment, he said he had me sized up the minute he saw me. I said, "Oh really? And who is it that you think I am?" He said, "You like to workout. Your husband makes a lot of money. You are bossy and you like to have things the way you like them." You'd think I'd be offended by that. I wasn't. Sounds terrible, right? No, it's not really. He was right about all those things. Unfortunately for him, he only scratched the surface.

It's like taking a lick of the whipped cream on top of a chocolate pie. It's pretty good, but nothing compared to a whole bite of pie with all the different pieces together. There's so many things about me that are different. For example, when I was a little girl, I did not take ballet or tap class. I took Spanish dancing. Yes, little ol blond me took flamenco dancing. I learned how to dance and play the castanets from a lady named Lolita. Really. And I would go to festivals and dance in my dress...with a big flower...in my blond hair. I stood out. There was never anyone that looked like me performing and I loved it. That is just one example out of many I could give.

I'm sure when people first saw the picture that started it all...the one of me wearing my "Strong is the new skinny" tank, there were many assumptions made. There has been talk about using "sex appeal" and lots of talk about my now, somewhat famous boobs and that's okay. No one really knows the heart behind the boobs. Everyone sees a 100 piece puzzle. I am going to share my story, my thoughts, my tips, my feelings, my workouts with anyone that reads this. I am going to give you one more piece of the puzzle with each post until it's complete. Some pieces are very intricate and deep, intensely personal. Some pieces are small and simple. Some pieces are exciting and others are not, but it takes all those pieces together to make it complete.

Why do I want to do this? Why do I want to sit in front of a computer screen for hours writing? Why do I want to open myself up to lots of people that could potentially disagree or judge me? I'll tell you why. If I can inspire one person to make the changes that I have made, it is worth it. I went through times as a teenager where I starved myself trying to be "skinny". I have sisters that have struggled with anorexia. I've been fat and felt hopeless. When it comes to body issues, I've seen and felt it all. I am real. Some days I eat things I shouldn't. Some days I don't do as well as I would like to in the gym. Sometimes I pick myself apart and only see my flaws. I won't pretend to be perfect. I'm a regular person with the same struggles everyone else has.

I don't need to weigh 115 lbs to be beautiful. I don't need to be super model skinny to look good. I have found what works for me...what has helped me become the strong, healthy, fit person that I am today. I feel more confident and beautiful at almost 41 than I ever felt at 25 and I want to share the things I've learned with other people. For me, becoming strong on the outside has made me stronger on the inside. And that is why for me, strong is the new skinny.

And so the roller coaster ride begins. As Bette Davis said, "Buckle up! It's going to be a bumpy ride!"

~Marsha

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Another MC post

I'm the BIGGEST LOSER!
I sat on my bed and cried off and on for two hours. I had a good day today. I wasn't sad when I sat down on my bed to relax and watch TV, but I get so emotional every time. I can't disconnect myself from people that I don't even know. When other people see me, they automatically assume that I have nothing in common with the people that I cry for...that I couldn't possibly understand their pain. They have no idea that some days when I look in the mirror...I don't see me...strong...thin...healthy me... I see those people looking back at me.

Four years ago, I weighed 200 pounds. I decided that I was ready for a change. I don't know why the number 200 "woke me up". I don't know why 180 or 197 didn't. I just know that I opened my eyes and made a decision. I decided that I didn't want to be out of breath at the top of my stairs anymore. I decided that I didn't want to hate my reflection in the mirror. I decided that I couldn't remain a prisoner in a body that felt uncomfortable and foreign to me. It took me several months to figure out what worked for me and in the end it took me over a year to lose 70 pounds. I didn't go to a doctor. I didn't take pills or starve. I ate better and I ate less and I started working my body. I NEVER thought I could go from a size 18 to a size 2/4. I've never been strong. I've yo-yoed between being fairly thin and being slightly chubby off and on throughout my life, but even when I lost weight, I was never fit...never this small.

My body has changed, but sometimes I think that my mind has not. I struggle to see what others see. That is why I cried tonight while I watched "The Biggest Loser". I cry just thinking about it now. When I see those men and women on the television, I feel their pain and struggle. I KNOW how hard it is...everyday...even now. I know what it feels like to be ignored in stores. I know how it feels to see people's faces when they haven't seen you...in a while...since you gained weight...the disappointment and the shock that can't be masked with kind lies and fake smiles. I know how it feels to wake up hopeless.

My life is totally different today. Today when I walk in a store, sales people look me in the eyes. They speak to me. They help me. Today when I walk in the gym, I feel like I belong there. Today I run to the top of the stairs and back down again and hardly notice it. Today I enjoy shopping and trying on clothing. Today I notice men noticing me..and they no longer have a look of pity or disgust on their faces. Today I am no longer ashamed, but I am proud...proud of how far I've come...proud of the sacrifices that I have made and the lessons that I have learned.

I am not a fat girl anymore, but the fat girl that I once was still lives inside me. Sometimes she's barely noticeable...sometimes she overpowers me. She overpowers me with fear...she tells me that what I see in the mirror is just an illusion...that I am ugly and fat...that it will not last. I'm trying to learn to quiet her, but she is an important part of who I was...who I am. When I see a fat person, I do not judge. I do not make fun. I do not make assumptions. I hope. I hope that one day that person will "wake up" like I did and be reborn. The fat girl that I used to be has made me...kinder...stronger...more grateful. She motivates me to get up every day and work hard...rain or shine...cold or hot...sick or well. So while I will never totally abandon her, I need to ignore her when she lies to me and puts me down. I need to teach the "old me" to accept and love "the new me"...to not be embarrassed by the stares...to believe the compliments...and to accept my beauty.

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Marsha Tieken-Christensen Interview LOVE!!

Marsha Tieken-Christensen Interview

Marsha and I met on Facebook. I live in Connecticut and she lives in Texas. Not much in common really. At least not on the surface. She’s a wife and mother of 3 and I’m a single guy with a dog and a bunch of cats. What we had in common initially is that we both knew Merle from CrossFit USA in Berlin, CT. I STILL don’t know how they know each other or how they got connected… The other thing we have in common is CrossFit. That’s not how we became friends though. REAL friends. We became REAL friends because we both LOVE to shop.

The turning point in our Facebook relationship came a few years ago when Marsha posted a pic of a pair of great brown boots she bought. She loved them but was thinking about returning them because she “didn’t know what to wear them with.” I loved them too and clicked over to Bluefly intent on finding a few examples of what kind of stuff she could wear them with so she’d keep them. And that was that. Facebook best friends from then on.

How “Strong is the New Skinny” Happened

For the most part, Strong is the New Skinny happened by accident. Obviously, it was something that Marsha and I – and a lot of other people – are passionate about. But the original thing just sort of happened. Marsha posted her now famous pic. Just a quick iPhone pic to show her Facebook friends her new shirt:

Strong is the New Skinny Tank Top

I saw the pic, thought the saying was cool and decided I’d write a blog post about the idea. I asked her if I could use the pic for a post I wanted to write, she said “yes” and that was that. You know the rest of the story…

But, enough about that. Here’s how Marsha answered a bunch of questions I asked her and plenty of great pics to go along with the Q&A.

So, we keep joking about your boobs being famous but, the truth is, you posted a pic of your shirt and it started a whole movement online. A lot of women are coming together and getting really excited about “Strong is the New Skinny.” It’s like that one iPhone pic you snapped brought a lot of women together on a topic that’s really important to them. What do you think about that?

I’ve been making tanks with sayings, quotes, or movie lines that I love for years. When I wear them out, people stop me and it always gives me a chance to talk to people about working out and what I do. Fortunately, when I put a picture of this particular tank top on my Facebook wall, it really struck a chord. I think it is amazing that one simple idea…stamped on a tank with stenciled letters and a pair of boobs inside it, could get 2,500 people this excited about something that I really believe in. There may be people that tease me or say that I’m using “sex appeal” to get attention, but if my boobs get people’s attention and lead them to read those words and change the way they think…then I’m happy to take the teasing in order to empower and educate other women.

Do you think cultural and media norms are shifting toward stronger, more muscular women in general? What can we do as individuals to make that happen?

I think programs like Crossfit are helping, but I think we still have a long way to go as a society. So many people associate strength with muscles and masculinity. The average woman is afraid of being too “bulky” or looking like a man, so she avoids barbells and spends hours on treadmills and in group classes at gyms where she uses very light weight (if any at all) and jumps around burning as many calories as possible for an hour. I want to see beautiful, STRONG women stand up and prove that strength is about more than muscles…that a woman can be strong and still be feminine. I think I am a perfect example of this.

Will we ever see a muscular woman on the cover of the Victoria’s Secret catalog? Would you do the cover if asked?

I hope so. Victoria’s Secret is the epitome of sexy and feminine in my mind, so I think having a strong woman represent that would go a long way towards changing the definition of what is sexy for both men and women. Women see those images and think that what they are seeing is what men want…what they are supposed to be. I wish it weren’t that way, but we all fall prey to the images we see day after day.

As for me…are you kiddin me?!?! OF COURSE! I don’t expect a call from Victoria’s Secret in my near future, but if they asked I would do it in a heartbeat!

We’ve known each other for a while on Facebook now. I know you’re a wife, mother, CrossFitter and “one of the gals” besides. And you still find time for shoe shopping and pedicures. How do you do it all?

I am very blessed. I have a part time nanny that comes for 3-4 hours in the afternoon and lots of family close by. I always hate to tell people that I have help, because I worry that somehow what I say will be discounted…that people will immediately think I have a “staff” of people taking care of everything for me and that it is easy for me or that all I do is work out and get my nails done. That is not the case. I still have days where making the time to get in the gym is a sacrifice. I try to get my workout in early in the day. If I have appointments or plans throughout the day, I get up at 5 or 6AM and get it done before my family is awake. All my kids are in school so I try to do a lot during school hours also. As for shopping, when all else fails…I shop online! Where there’s a will, there’s a way…especially when it comes to shoe shopping!

What are your biggest challenges when it comes to meeting all the demands and responsibilities you have with such a full life?

I think the biggest challenge I have is maintaining balance in my life. I made a decision years ago when I hired my first nanny that I wanted to raise my children…that I was not willing to hand that responsibility off to anyone else. It would be easy to let someone else do everything for me and spend all day in the gym or at the mall, but I can’t feel good about that.

I’m a shoe addict and I spend a lot of time working out, but I am a wife and mother first and foremost. I make mistakes, but who doesn’t? Sometimes I get overwhelmed. Sometimes, I forget appointments, and I am late…A LOT…but when it comes to the important stuff…I think I’m doing pretty well. I’m strong & healthy, my friends know that they can always count on me in a pinch, my children are happy, and my family knows that I love them.

What are the training accomplishments you’re most proud of? Weights, times, exercises, etc?

At 135 lbs, I was pretty excited when I dead lifted 260 lbs. The first time I did a pull up was HUGE for me personally because it took me a while to get it. The first time I was able to make it all the way to the top of a rope (without knots) was amazing. I was able to put the days of junior high PE and my inability to climb the rope back then to rest.

I’m not a superstar. There are LOTS of people that can lift more weight or finish a workout faster, but I think what makes me most proud is that I don’t quit. I won’t. Some days I’m off or I’m sore or I struggle, but I’ve learned to push through the pain and finish. And the days that I AM the fastest in the gym, make those tough days worth it. No matter what the outcome is, I try to leave everything I have on the floor when I’m done with a workout.

Marsha Overhead

Marsha Running

Marsha Running Uphill

This one will get me in trouble, but… You’re 40 years old and you have two(?) kids. You don’t look it or act it. You have even admitted to “stealing” your daughter’s clothes at times (Uggs last winter, remember?). What’s your attitude? How do you approach your life that you seem so happy and full of energy? I’m asking this because I want to know what you can tell the other moms who are reading this thinking you have something they don’t.

No, saying that won’t get you in trouble. I am 40 yrs old (soon to be 41) and I have 3 kids…one of which is a teenager. My attitude is this…I may be a Mom, but I don’t have to look like one. I am proud of what I do and how hard I work to look and feel my best. I’m not special or different. I’m just like everyone else. I think sometimes “Moms” feel selfish if they take time out for themselves. I disagree. I think women need to take care of themselves so that they are happy and can in turn take better care of their families. I always try to look my best…even if I’m just going to the grocery store. I feel better when I do. Not everyone has to wear tight jeans and 4 in heels like me, but I think when a woman feels good about herself…pretty…she will carry herself with more confidence.

As far as being happy goes…I think one of the most valuable things that I have learned over the past 5 yrs is to laugh at myself and not take myself so seriously. When I was younger I worried about everything. If I made a mistake or wasn’t perfect, I fell apart. My first personal trainer that eventually became one of my best friends really helped me change that. He forced me to try new things and taught me that just because you fail, it doesn’t mean you’re a failure. It means you keep trying until you succeed. Some days, you have to choose happiness. My life is so much better now that I’ve learned this!

What’s your CURRENT favorite pair of shoes? Do you have a pic?

Oh, it’s so hard to choose just ONE! It’s like asking a mother which child is her “favorite”. If I HAVE to choose, I’d say it’s the Calvin Klein booties my husband surprised me with a couple of weeks ago. I mentioned them one time about a month prior to him surprising me with them, so he got major points for that! They are really high and impractical, but they make me feel hot and sexy.

Why do you want to be strong? Why CrossFit and not Zumba or Hip Hop Abs? What does being strong and doing CrossFit give you?

There is something very empowering about being strong. I see it every day in the gym. When a person lifts something heavy, there’s a certain confidence that comes with that. CrossFit has given me so much. It has given me a community of friends and a second family of sorts. CrossFit has taught me that the only limits I have are the ones I place on myself. I am doing things that I never thought I could do 10 yrs ago. CrossFit has given me an appreciation for pain and suffering and how it can refine both my body and soul. I have a mental toughness that I never knew was there. I feel like the changes I have made and the things I have learned have helped me become the person that I was meant to be.

I know you’re also a CrossFit Coach. What’s a typical Marsha day like? What Affiliate do you train at?

I train at Crossfit Mansfield in Texas. I don’t train every day. My friend that owns the affiliate is a firefighter so I cover all the classes when he is on duty at the station. On the days I work, it goes a little something like this:

4:30 AM My alarm goes off and I get ready for work

5:30 AM I leave for the gym

6:00 AM Teach class

7:00 AM I drive home to take 3 kids to 3 different schools at 3 different times.

9:00 AM Teach class

10:30 AM I do my own workout

11:30 AM I head home to get ready

1:00 PM Go to lunch with my sister

2:30 PM Shop, get a pedicure, run errands, etc (depends on the day)

4:30 PM Talk to my kids about their day and get ready to go back to work

5:00 PM I leave for the gym

5:30 PM Teach the evening class

7:00 PM Either go home and cook or meet my family for dinner

8:30 PM Make sure kids have homework finished are showering and getting ready for bed

9:30 PM Tuck kids in and sit down to relax

Bedtime varies from 11-1AM depending on the night. It’s not a very glamorous or exciting life, but it’s my life and it’s always full of laughter and fun.

Last question. When we talked about doing this interview, you said to me: “I want people to know that ANYONE who wants to can do the same as me!” My question is, how? What does a woman start doing TODAY to get moving toward doing what you’re doing. What’s her first step, next step, etc? What encouragement or advice would you give her?

Seven years ago, I weighed 200 lbs. I had 3 small children at the time (7, 4, and 2) and I was depressed. The day I stepped on the scale and saw that number…200…a switch flipped. I knew I had to do something.

Marsha at 200lbs:

Marsha Before

Marsha NOW!

I started slow and lost 70lbs over a year. It was after that that I met my friend, a personal trainer, and found CrossFit. I started getting strong rather than skinny. I had never played a team sport…ever in my life…and I had never lifted a weight before. I am awkward and compound movements didn’t come easy, but I never gave up. I faced my fears and came back day after day to try again.

I tell people that I treat my training like a job. It is not an option for me to go to the gym. I really find for me that going at the same time regularly helps. It’s part of my schedule and I don’t give that time up unless I absolutely HAVE to. I am not a naturally gifted athlete. I’ve had to work hard to get where I am. I realize I will never be amongst the best of the best, but that is no excuse. I go in everyday and try to do better.

My advice is to take it a step at a time. Start chipping away at those bad habits one at a time. Eat more of the “good stuff” and less of the “bad stuff”. Don’t be afraid to push yourself. When you have a bad day, know that tomorrow is a new day and do better. Most of all I say, make yourself a priority. It is not selfish to take time to better yourself. Not only will you benefit, but your loved ones will as well. I am a hotter wife and a happier mom, so my family does not complain.

If I can do it, ANYONE can do it. So, don’t wait. Get in the gym and get strong. You’ll be amazed at how much better your life will be!

AWESOME, Marsha! Thank you!

Marsha is blogging here and she’s on Facebook once in a while…

ttys

Adam

I CAN do this!!

I just got done looking through Crystal Nelson's profile pictures and it was soo good for me. Yes I want to look like her - that would be awesome. But one more than that . . . WHAT if I could preform like her? Pullups, Rings, etc.

It's good to do that stuff you know. As long as you remind yourself that she had to work for it too. Some ppl are just naturally skinny. NO ONE is natrually fit. If they are strong - they worked for it. Which is comforting.

Like I said this morning, I want it too fast.

I keep having to remind myself that I'm undoing 20 years of treating my body badly.

It's just not fair to pressure myself with "dates" or calenders of WHEN I hope to be a certian weight.

  • This takes time.
  • It takes investment.
  • It takes perserverance and self-control.

I need to focus on being strong and fit and trust that the body will follow after that.

I'm done with the scale making or breaking my day. It shouldn't be my life.

No, Fitness is my hobby and Christ is my Life.

I'm really excited about this because I'm looking forward to fitness being my hobby. I think it's cool to be into Paleo and Crossfit and try to get others into it too. But being ok if they say no because I know that my family will do it and it's what's best for Nate and me and our future Nater-Tots.

  • Overeating isn't healthy.
  • Not being active is not healthy.
  • Eating the wrong things is not healthy.

I've got to come to distain these things.

  1. Eating to fuel my body and preformance in life and the gym will glorify God.
  2. Giving my best in the gym and being happy with that will glorify God.
  3. Choosing to eat the foods that won't damage my body or mood (except here and there) will glorify God.

Obsessing over the scale and my inches will not.

I need to love these things.

Time to challenge myself and be patient with the results. If I'm doing what I should be doing - I'm right where I'm supposed to be.

MORGAN }|{

"We eat to live, not live to eat

Living for Christ, our struggles at His feet."

1st outting during Whole30

Yay! Ok, Nate and I just got back from a Life Group Dinner at our church and it went awesome :) I really liked the ppl but I wanted to focus on the food since I was dreading how my "first night out" would go.


Well, I've been very prayerful today and prayed in the parking lot. There were SO many options. Many of which were my favorite things - lasana, desserts of every kind, yummy looking breads you name it.

I got half a plate of salad, no dressing, tons of veggies; a slice of ham and 6 meat balls. It was pretty satisfied - Thank God for those yummy meatballs!!

Nate got desserts and other stuff I really couldn't have but I was ok. Afterward I walked by the dessert table and pointed out 6-7 things I would have gotten had I not made this pledge. And I think I would have been a lot less happy about it had I not had a break through with Jesus this afternoon.

I prayed that I would eat to glorify God, stop eating when it was time and do well tonight. He definitely helped me. Also, I did the same thing an hour earlier when I made sunny deviled eggs and put back 2 in the frige for later. I think that helped somewhat fill me and I had one when I got back. I think I got this :)

Breakdowns that Lead to Breakthroughs : )

The Trigger
Well this all kind of started yesterday after class. While walking to my car I smelled something. Then stopped, my knees got weak, and I smiled with a very stupid look on my face. That smile quickly turned into a frown and that stupid look in to a very sad "woe is me" kind of face.

What was that smell, you ask? Maple Syrup.

The Background
Wondering why the smell of sap had such an affect? Well, starting on Sunday, September 4th I decided to parktake in the Whole30 for 60 days in order to break the connection my brain has to sugar and help me not give into cravings so I make a serious dent in the 30 lbs I still have to loose.

The Plan
Here's the link to what I'm doing: However, on my own accord I decided that I would also abstain from fruit during this time because it affects me the same way chocolate or cookies do. I get a taste for it, gotta have it, want it now, start to eat and don't know when to quit. Even when I tell myself "ok stop now" I don't care enough to really stop.

Well, I'm not quite sure how this will all work. after 60 days of keeping myself from grain, dairy, soy, beans, fruit, honey and syrup etc, won't I just go craZy once I can have it again? I don't think so. I know this will require me to still remain mindful about 1. if it's worth eating and 2. when to stop eating however, I have Someone very awesome on my side helping me Fight. God. I'm praying that He will help break the connection that food has over me, help me to eat for His glory and stop when it would dishonor Him. AKA, a LOT of discipline.

The Breakdown
Ok so after following this plan for 5 days (had some chicken wings on the 4th so I decided to make it actually start the 5th) I was feeling pretty confident. Hoping that I would loose another 2lbs this week I was thinking I would definitively get there - especially after pooping 3 times in one day! (stupid chili).Last night I was really wanting to eat, but kept myself from it because of what I wanted to see on the scale. I wanted Nate to come home right on time because then I'd have away to keep my mind off food. He had a lot of work to do and feeling selfish I told him it was ok to stay. So I watched some Hell's Kitchen and did more research on Whole30. The night ended pretty well because I realized I was making progress on my pull up :D

However, this morning I stepped on the scale and saw THE. EXACT. SAME. NUMBER. as the day before!! Why?! Grr. Needless to say, I was not in the best mood. Only a week in and I'm already going to miss the dates I made for certain weights. *sigh*

Nathan really wanted to be intimate but I just didn't want to. I wasn't feeling good about myself and his recent trial with coconut oil makes him smell really yucky. But I remembered that God wants me to submit to my husband, and boy and I glad I did!

The Breakthrough
So, towards the end of everything I just burst into tears. Crying about everything! Telling Nate I was sorry for being so crabby last night and today realizing that just because I can't eat the things I want to doesn't mean I should treat him any less than wonderful. Then crying to God because I know that I turned to tv and the internet last night to keep me happy instead of Him. I felt overwhelmed with the realization that I suck. I set out with good intentions but end up getting in my own way and messing everything up. I don't stick to my assperiations: keeping the house clean, not complaining, giving thanks in everything, having compassion for ppl who get on my nerves, not over eating . . .

But in confessing these things to God I felt. . . . lighter. Like somehow I could breathe again. A lyric from one of my new favorite hymns came to mind "To rid the schemes of earthly joy, that thou may seek thy all in Me." THIS, THIS is what I am after. I just got caught up and confused with all the other stuff. I want Jesus to be my All in All. Truly, truly, all the rest will fall into place after: my marriage, my house, my relationships, my career, my motherhood, my disciplship. Everything.

So now, instead of looking at Whole 30 as giving up all these tastey foods just so I can loose weight and look good/feel better about myself, I have decided to not make it my "plan" but my "tool." Look, doing this "fast" of sorts is great. It might heal me, help me loose weight, and feel good. But it's not going to last. Once it's over (or my resolve weakens) I'm back to feeling how I did today: destitue, joyless, resentful, poopy. Now what if I can use it as a tool to help me see Jesus better and become closer to Him? Let me try to explain:

My Problems
PART I: I REALLY want chocolate. Or maybe strawberries. Or something sweet and yummy. Right about now. However, I seem to want it quite often. After a meal. When I'm bored. When I'm lonely. When I'm unhappy. Doesn't matter. O and especiallly at parties or get togethers because 1) I don't buy that stuff so this is my chance to get it 2) I don't want to feel upset that I can't have it 3) I wouldn't want to offend the host, am I right? ; )

PART II: The biggest problems are that 1) If I DON'T get it I will THINK about it CONSTANTLY. How good it would be, how wonderful it would taste, how much I deserve it, how it wouldn't hurt, how by-golly I'm a grown up and if I want it I should have it! or 2) once I choose to get the "treat" I can't seem to put the breaks on. I keep eating. No shame. Nate can take what he calls "a curiosity bite" to see what it takes like and if it's THAT good, he'll eat the rest (of ONE) and if it doesn't, he leaves it alone. - O what I wouldn't give to have that!

His Solution
Part 1: Jesus wants to be my "go-to drug of choice." He wants me to pick Him when I'm bored, lonely, angry, upset, or just because. I turn to the "treats" because they make my brain and mouth happy but obviously, they aren't the way to go. However, at the same time, they can be "gifts" from my Father/Big Bro if I treat them accordingly.
Here's how I explained it to Nathan:
If you sent me flowers all the time and I loved them and they filled my house (/stomach) than I'd have a house full of pretty flowers that make me happy for a while, untill they start to die and I'm left to clean up this big mess of yucky, gross, smelly flowers.
However, if you came home once and a while with flowers, not only would the mean more/be more special, but they wouldn't be my focus. I would love them, be very thankful for them, but YOU would be the one that my happiness rested on. You'd get the hug/kiss/omygosh he's wonderful feeling that filled my stomach. The flowers would go in a vase and make me smile when I saw them BECAUSE they would make me think of YOU and your thoughtfulness and how much you love me.
I want "treats" to be the same way with God. I want my eating habits to bring Him glory and draw me closer to Him. I want to THANK Him for what I'm eating and cherish the Giver more than the Gift. SO, right now I'm fasting from them until I can get this area of submission under HIS control. If after 60 days I realize I need more time or to fast at certain events - so be it. But I want Him to be what I"m addicted to, what I feel I can't live without.

Part II: In addition to WHAT I eat, When and How much I eat also needs to be under His control. I want to eat when I'm hungry, stop when I'm not. And do it for His glory. I'm going to faithfully pray while preparing food and before I eat it for God to help me to eat for His glory enough to glorify Him and keep me going. That He'll help me to stop even if it tastes really good and I dont' want to - put it in the fridge, it'll be there tomorrow.
I'm also going to pray when I start thinking about food or thinking I'm hungry that God can help me to really realize hunger. I want to know what IT is, not cravings. And I want to honor Him above it with fasting if He wants me to. O and for those times that I try to resist and it's all that fills my thoughts, well guess what?! It's time to make that thought obedient to Christ's control. I want Him to fill my thoughts not that peanut butter square. He's worthy. Even when it's tough.

Final Thoughts
So I'm not too sure how this is all going to pan out. But you know what I do see? I see me trying to give this area over to Him. Isn't that what it's all about? Yes it's "just food" but it's something I struggle with. A HUGE hurtle for me that I want to gain victory over. I might never be done fighting, but I know Who's behind me in this battle and He wants my success more than I do. To our God and Father be the glory for ever and ever amen!

It’s just exercise (Part I) - Thank God!!

It’s just exercise (Part I)

by Melissa, after a very bad day in the gym

I was working a strength program this fall and winter, hitting some Olympic lifts and up to two additional strength movements a day, limiting met-cons to sprint-style bursts. Since coming off the road in late November and working hard in the gym, I’d put on at least five pounds of muscle, which was doing great things for my squat and bench and overall general happiness. It was not, however, doing good things for my pull-ups. I’d kind of abandoned pull-up work this summer, having fun with other stuff and neglecting my dead hangs. As a result, I set myself a goal of getting back to five dead hangs by the end of the year – not a personal best, but a decent goal based on where I was when I started in October (which was back down to… one). Aggressive, but I thought once our travel schedule let up and we were able to train on more regular basis, I could make faster progress. And for a while, it seemed as though I was.

Pull-Up Fail

One day in the middle of my cycle, I went into the gym for a normal training session and decided to re-test my pull-up strength. I hopped on the bar and cranked out… one. One dead hang pull-up was all I had in me. This was major backwards progress! I dropped off the bar, stomped my foot and immediately proceeded to ruin the rest of my session with negative thoughts. “This is total (bleep). Why am I bothering to work my (bleep) off in the gym if I’m not making any progress? I might as well just save my time and go back to that (bleeping) Thai aerobic class. At least then I’d be having fun.”

Dallas tried to reason with me, citing a whole host of factors that would have impacted that one day’s performance. He rationalized that one attempt of one movement cannot be extrapolated to the big picture. He told me to chalk it up to a tough day and let it go until tomorrow. But after five more minutes of watching me host my own little pull-up pity party, Dallas grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me in the eye, and spoke three little words that have stayed with me ever since. “It’s just exercise,” he said.

It’s. Just. Exercise.

Those three little words gave me pause, because for most of us, it is just exercise. Emphasize any word you like – it IS just exercise, or it’s JUST exercise, or my favorite… it’s just EXERCISE. Most of us aren’t professional athletes or Olympic contenders. (I’m leaving CrossFit Games competitors out of this one, because I’d tell 99.9% of them it’s just exercise too, although that’s not a very popular position to take.) And for those of us who aren’t professionals, for whom performance doesn’t actually make a difference to our fame or fortune, sometimes we just get a little too worked up about our workouts. And Dallas’ admonition helped me to remember why I exercise in the first place.

I train because I love it. I love picking up heavy things, swinging kettlebells, moving my body and feeling strong. I love having a goal and working towards it, checking off objectives along the way. I love meeting people who like the same things I do, who can teach me new tricks or show me a better way to move the same object the same distance. I love seeing my body change, watching muscles develop, seeing a few extra pounds on the scale. I love feeling strong when I do “real life” things like snowboard or hike. And finally, I train because it makes mehappy, plain and simple.

Train, not test.

But none of those factors add up to life or death. If I don’t make my pull-up goal, my Mom is still going to love me, my bank account is still going to look the same, the number of readers on our site aren’t going to dramatically fall off. And, as Dallas went on to remind me, we go to the gym most days to train, not to test. So maybe that day, my pull-ups weren’t so hot. It doesn’t mean I’m not getting stronger or better. It just means I had a bad day, due to lack of food or sleep or yesterday’s training or poor mental focus. So, really, extrapolating the results ofone attempt at one movement on one specific training day to the general success of my overall physical fitness is just plain dumb.

And even if my pull-up stats crumble, which they darn well might in the short-term if I keep adding muscle mass… it doesn’t really matter. Because it’s just exercise, and I’ve got far more important things in my life to be proud of, worried about, and focused on… and it’s stupid to let a few seconds on the clock, a missing rep or a lighter bar ruin your day, and the view of your big-picture training.

However, that’s not the end of the story, because despite the fact that it’s just exercise… in some ways, it’s NOT just exercise. We’ll be posting Part II of “It’s Just Exercise” next week, so stay tuned, and drop thoughts to comments.

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