Everyone posts on Facebook each day during the month of November, something that he/she is thankful for. I’ve never participated in this newer online tradition, however I’ve definitely had some personal enjoyment reading the posts of others. This 1-7 day recap was my favorite so far:
1. I am thankful that my truck drove faster than 25 mph today… After I paid 600 dollars to get it repaired
2. Thankful for tractor trailers that wreck on 81… We all need sometime to sit and think about our Christmas lists…
3. Thankful I don’t know what my PR is for deadlifts, clean & press and the dreaded snatch.
4. Thankful for all the Halloween candy I sneak out of my kids buckets
5. Thankful I have no idea what a pivot table is
6. Thankful for foam rollers and lacrosse balls
7. Thankful that I have enough to do that I don’t have to play candy crush or FarmVille….
I’m thankful for squat racks, bench press, and bumper plates.Foam rollers, chalk, and grip tape.OLY shoes, Lululemon, and headbands.Empty gyms, loud music, and PRs.Handstands, Burpees, and box jumps.I change my mind, I don’t like box jumps.Pre-workout, Recovery, and Aminos.Bootcamp, Parks and Rec, Kettlebells.Caffeine, caffeine, and caffeine…
And we won’t even be home for the holidays! We’ll be spending Thanksgiving and Christmas traveling. We have Erik’s family to see, my family to see, grandparents, aunts, sisters, brothers…I’m talking a whole lot of traveling over the course of the next month. When I mentioned decorating for Christmas this year, Erik said, “Why don’t we just NOT decorate?”
I thought that suggestion was absurd. I LIVE for the day I can put my Christmas tree up. I LOVE my Christmas tree. I’ve argued with Erik on keeping it up year round–I love it that much.
But the more I think about it, is he right? With a messy house and a busy life, is it even worth the extra time and hassle? Would I even be home enough to appreciate it? Lulu, the cat, will try to climb it and knock the ornaments down. Atty, the dog, will chew the ornaments. Laila, the other dog, will chase Lulu out of the tree. The mess ensues…and I’m not sure if I love that or hate it.
And my Christmas baking. I’m sorta famous in my family for doing THE Christmas baking. I started the tradition in my “fat days” but since my family enjoys it so much, I’ve continued. That means on the ONLY weekend I’m not out of town this December, I’ll be spending it making hundreds of dollars worth of peanut butter balls, fudge, chocolate covered pretzels, cookies, candies, cupcakes, cakes, etc. And you KNOW I’m going to be eating half of it and then gaining that stupid holiday weight.
One side of me is saying, “Put up your damn tree, play your Trans-Siberian Orchestra, and bake some freakin’ cookies!” It’s Christmas–it’s only once a year!!!
There’s another side of me that’s saying “You don’t have kids, you aren’t going to be home anyway, you don’t need fatty chocolate, just make some healthy paleo treats and don’t stress out about it this year.”
And then there’s one more factor. Ever since my dad died three years ago, right before the holidays, obviously the holidays have never been the same for me. You know when you see those Old Navy commercials with the perfect families who are all decked out for the holidays? I feel like that used to be us. Of course you never realize that til it’s gone. (Isn’t that some song now? I’ve heard it 10 times in the past two days for the record. Nothing like guilt from the radio to haunt your upcoming holiday.) But I hate Christmas commercials because they remind me of the family we used to be but never will be again. And in a weird way, I still love the commercials because it brings back a feeling of warmth, like an old memory that makes me smile.
Dad and I had so many holiday traditions that we shared. We LOVED to eat so Thanksgiving was GREAT! We would always sneak pieces of turkey before we were allowed, we always scoped out the best desserts together, and no matter where we were celebrating that year, we always sat together. He was always the last one up at Christmas and no one could open presents til he had his coffee.
God that is so me right now.
And even as an adult, my dad was always the first person I couldn’t wait to see on the holidays. I even took him once to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. He said it was the best concert he had ever been to. And now he’s gone and I hate the holidays, and my favorite band makes me cry.
But I’m so much like him–a holiday lover–that as much as I want to hate the season, he somehow won’t let me, and I still feel like that same 10-year-old kid excited for the food and fun. He told me that when I was little, I used to wake him and mom up every hour, on the hour, starting at 1am to ask if we could “open just one present,” because I could not wait til morning.
My head is in a battle with my heart.
So who wins? I don’t know what to do. I want your honest opinion: do I continue all I’ve ever done and decorate, bake, celebrate, and try to forget that I’m also incredibly sad?
Or do I just make life simple. Make a couple healthy treats, travel as planned, and try not to stress out about everything?
What do you think I should do?
- Day 1: squat racks and pull-up rigs
- Day 2: coffee and water
- Day 3: training logs and fitness apps
- Day 4: foam rollers and foam rollers!
- Day 5: weight belts and wrist wraps
- Day 6: bumper plates and barbells
- Day 7: bench pressing and deadlifting
- Day 8: “Super friends” and coaches
- Day 9: mobility and flexibility
- Day 10: protein and recovery
- Day 11: physical therapists and chiropractors
- Day 12: massage sticks and lacrosse balls
- Day 13: caffeine and pre-workout supplements
- Day 14: Instagram pictures and slow-mo video playback
- Day 15: bodybuilding and powerlifting
- Day 16: clean food and paleo treats
- Day 17: motivation and inspiration
- Day 18: kettlebells and medicine balls
- Day 19: Olympic lifting and crossfitting
- Day 20: rings and ropes
- Day 21: grip tape and chalk
- Day 22: Lululemon and Nike; headbands and accessories
- Day 23: Pandora and loud music
- Day 24: Epsom salt and vitamin E cream
- Day 25: OLY shoes and nanos
- Day 26: writing posts and snapping pics
- Day 27: Happy Birthday Erik!!! Family and friends–all loved ones!
- Day 28: HEALTHY LIVING!
- Day 29: Erik. It’s sappy and he’ll hate me for posting this, but I wouldn’t be where I am without him. He introduced me to lifting, crossfit, nutrition; he learned how to design websites so that I could do what I love, and he has supported me enough to completely change my career. I don’t think I’d be right here, right now, doing what I love without him. Sorry it’s sappy, but it really is true.
- Day 30: My family, and for getting to grow up with the best dad on the planet.