Sunday Gratitude

Good morning Sunshine!

From my last trip to HA – aah, serenity ❤

It is my favorite part of the week! Here is my current list of things I am oh-so-grateful for:

  • Coffee: Sweet baby Jesus, thank you for coffee’s presence in the world.  Some mornings, I find my bed so cozy and wonderful, I wonder do I reaaally want to leave this wonderful place? Then I realize, hell yes I do! There is coffee waiting for me in the kitchen!
  • These ladies.  Talking with them lights up my heart.  And no, to everyone’s surprise, we are not modeling here, this is a simple family photo. 😉

 

from R > L, my sees Whit, my Mama, and me – the stud in the turquoise pants.

 

  • Cool, sunny mornings.  This weather is rejuvenating.  It feels too chilly at first, then I stand in the sunshine.  I feel like I could just soak it in forever.
  • Plantains.  I have been slicing these up and sautéing them with one piece of bacon. Oh mama.  It is soooo good.
  • My health – this week I start my oncology rotation.  Our bodies can go through a lot of really random shitty stuff (medical terminology), I don’t want to take my health for granted.  I feel pretty blessed that my little buddies (tumors) were benign.  Plus, now my left ear sweats when I eat and I get the street cred. for having brain surgery – what what?!?!  Sometimes, the after effects of surgery can be pretty silly 🙂
  • Open space. I went on a small hike with J yesterday.  It was so incredible to have so much untouched land surrounding us.  During school, I am indoors a lot and can forget how awe-inspiring nature can be.

 

I hope your Sundays are filled with gratitude, sunshine, and love.  ❤

Tiger Blood

There is something you, (mysterious internet user), should know about me.  I have never been that athletic.  Or coordinated. Or agile.  Or into sports.  Or into working out.

That just wasn’t me growing up.  I was artistic sometimes.  And I found myself funny.  But I never tried that hard when it came to any physical exertion.  I always gave up before I started.  I didn’t believe in myself or my abilities.

And that sucks.

But wait! There’s more!

I finally started taking care of myself my junior year of college (after two years of competitive level eating…with no competition) .  I was 21 and started exercising.  You know what? I loved it.  I toggled between using the elliptical, jog/walking on a treadmill (HARDCORE!) and taking drop-in classes at the university’s gym.  I did yoga and pilates and kickboxing (all were incredible).  ***(see note below)

When I got into nursing school, you know what happened? I got busy.  I got stressed.  I started focusing on learning about how to take care of other people before taking care of ME.

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This semester,  I knew I needed a change, a kick in the butt.  So, I signed up for the Cub Corps.

You may be thinking, “What the heck is that? An army of tiny bears?!”

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Yes.  That is exactly what it is.  And this is what I look like in it.

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Bahaha, I couldn’t help myself!  You want some fun? Google “Bear Army”.  Phew. Adorable AND menacing.

But I digress.

So I joined the Cub Corps.  It is a class offered at Lombardi Recreation Center at UNR.  It is an intro to fitness class that teaches the basics of CrossFit movements. When I asked an employee about it and whether or not it would be right for me, he replied, “I’m not sure, its for a beginner.  It is good for someone who can’t even do one pull-up.” …At that moment, I knew it was for me.  (I am pretty sure, I have NEVER done a pull-up.  In my life.  Not even half of one.)

I have been curious (and skeptical) about CrossFit for a looong time.  I thought it blew out people’s backs and was only for intense meanies.

I know, I know.  Generalizing is bad.  And today, I can fully admit that I was wrong.  I have had a great experience with the CrossFit-ers and you know what, there are intense meanies in every group on the planet, so I shouldn’t judge a whole based on an part.  Sometimes people go all “Lord of the Flies” without any need to.  (Sucks to be your ASMAR!)  Digressing…

I have gone for four weeks now, three times a week, and I have had an incredible experience.

My fellow cub corp-ers are kind and we are all there for the same reason, to learn and get stronger.

The instructor (Johnny B) and coaching helpers (various strong men and women) are encouraging and patient.  They spend a lot of time with us ensuring that we are doing the movements correctly and safely.  Then they tell us to add weight.  Then add more weight.  Then add more.  Then I feel like the Hulk, and it is awesome.

Yes, that is really my face. Thank you internet.

While feeling stronger than I ever have, random aches and pains have slowly gone away.  My back isn’t sore after a long clinical day and I am doing real pushups (no knees!)  Then afterwards, I am POOPED.  It feels great to work so hard.  And I sleep incredibly.  So does Zo, but she always does.

I love her so much I can’t stand it.

Instructor Johnny was the one who introduced me to the Whole 30.  By the way, I am on Day 15 and feel ridiculous – in a good way.  So far, I am finding that all of those random claims the Whole 30 guide makes at the beginning (better skin, better sleep, better digestion, more energy, better workouts, and on and ON) are true.

If you remember, when I read about it, I was skeptical (surprise, surprise – read about it HERE).  But honestly, I feel great.  My skin has cleared up, I sleep incredibly, and wake up with greater ease and a clearer head.  I don’t have any more heartburn and have loved cooking (which is good because I do it a ton now).  As everything in life, I’m just taking this one day at a time.  Today felt good, so I’m in it for tomorrow.  I have to say though, I haven’t had any sugar or sweeteners of any kind  for 15 days and that rocks.

This experience has taught me to once again care for my body.  Learning these new movements is humbling, but great.  I have fallen over on boxes (while attempting to jump ON them), done partial pull-ups (still working on it), and dropped a weighted bar on my leg (just while walking…).  But you know what?  I still love it.  These classes have become a favorite part of my week.  I love learning new things and feeling sore the next (several) day(s).

My focus is shifting from thinking about what I will get if I do all of these things to how it feels just to do them.  Learning this stuff is fun and I feel strong doing it, not just physically – but mentally.

I am proud of myself, I am grateful for this experience, and I am enjoying it one day at a time.

***Note: During this period of time, I began learning how to take care of myself, holistically, not just physically.  We are complicated creatures that deserve care physically, emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually.  In this particular post, I’m not sharing about the other stuff, but in order for me to do one, I had to put work into all. ❤

Little laughter

I have been cracking up lately.

I’m like humpty dumpty, post-fall, pre-any attempts at salvage.  Except for less injury and more cracking.

That didn’t make sense at all, did it?  Welp, my (cloudy) point is that I have been enjoying life.  I have laughed SO MUCH within the past couple of days.

No I have not seen any comedy specials.  No I have not purchased a joke book.  No I haven’t been hanging around particularly hilarious people.

I have just been laughing at everything.  Normal stuff that seems hilarious.

Like this little guy.

They use these at the psych hospital to deliver things in between buildings.  One morning, while waiting for our clinical instructor, my classmates and I saw one zipping by.  While attempting to make a three point turn, it got stuck in a large bush.

It was hilariously adorable.  A tiny little car, just sitting there, wiggling around helplessly.

From that point on, each time I saw one, I laughed myself into tears.

It has been a joy.  Laughing lights up my soul.  I truly hope you all find some silly things to laugh about today too ❤

Sunday Gratitude

Wait, what?

Its Monday. And I am TIRRRRRED. I had a very busy Sunday, so I spaced on my favorite part: GRATITUDE!

So here it goes (one day late)

  • Driving down Arlington and catching a peak at pretty flowers in someone’s office
  • Not having a Patho test this Thursday
  • Hot showers and the smell of soap
  • The little pounce movement Zo does when she is excited; I can’t even stand it!!!
  • Yawns that are so long and yummy they make my eyes water.
  • Box jumping in class today without falling down!
  • Clear, healthy lungs
  • An amazing support system filled with love and encouragement
  • Tools to live a healthy life and move forward

Doing my psych rotations these past couple of weeks has really opened my eyes to how blessed I am.  I feel so grateful to have the people in my life that I do that fill me with love and keep me moving forward, I hope I do the same for them.

I am grateful for my past.  I am grateful for my present.  I am grateful for the hope of a good future.

How to live a more majestic life….

Here at Adventures in CourtneyLand, we (I) aim to enrich the lives of our (my) readers with every post.

[note: I don’t know why I like the plural form when discussing my blog…maybe I will list Zoey as a co-contributor.]

Today’s post focuses on living more majestically.  You too can live a magical, glittering, majestic life, with only ONE QUICK STEP!!!

Be a unicorn for a day.

Look at that! One step and I’m majestic!!!

Its a dream come true really.

Surprise! Its a monkey.

I went to Petco today to purchase some dog food.

Normal errand.  Normal day.

Except…THERE WAS A MONKEY IN PETCO!!!

Now, I lived in Costa Rica; meaning, I am no stranger to monkeys.  However, it is quite unexpected in the middle of Reno, NV, USA.

It was like this one time I was in SF and there was an old man sitting at a bus stop.  He had a side bag, was reading the paper, and was completely naked.

A very normal scene, with something different going on.

The monkey looked like this:

Except it had a shaved head (probably going through rebellious phase…or it is a competitive swimmer)

The monkey was just hanging with a lady in a purple shirt.  They were wandering around, shopping for fish and whatnot.  I just impolitely gawked.  I’m not ashamed though.  A certain amount of staring in wonderment is acceptable with a monkey.

This is fact.

Anyways, this little surprise added some additional flair to my day, so I thought I would share it.

Have a flair-filled evening ❤