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Is This Goodbye? Never!

It may be time to take the plunge away from mindbodyshameless and more into RoF. In analyzing the statistics surrounding my blog, social media, and word of mouth, it seems my Instagram handle is throwing things off. Unless you’re observant – which many are clearly not – the title/name difference is preventing people from transitioning from my IG to my FB. Though I still don’t get it how they don’t get it.

So perhaps if I do away with aka change the name of my IG account it might make more sense to encourage followers and, therefore, blog readers. I have no hopes this is a quick, painless process. There will be confusion. There’s always confusion. For now, I just need a plan.

It’s a little saddening to close mindbodyshameless though. I mean, she’s me. And I’m her. Offhand I don’t remember the rules about how often you can change your name on there; it’s not like it’s gone forever. I’m typing this now with a huge shrug. Maybe the rules have changed. How would I know?

I’m also in the market for a new watch. Fitbit and I have been in a relationship for over 6 years, maybe closer to 7? I’ve tried their original Charge, the newer ideations of Charge, and then I fell in love with the Ionic. It has served me well. We’ve run a lot of miles together! The app is easy to use – really I don’t have any complaints except for wanting more analysis/tracking details.

Photo credit: Joshua Miranda @pexels.com

Which brought me to Garmin. Several friends use Garmin as their everyday and exercise-specific watch with only rave reviews. Enter weeks of research. Disclaimer: I get buyer’s remorse before I even make the purchase! Tech gadgets cost a lot of money and I work hard to ensure needs trump all wants. My watch may be on the downhill swing, but it doesn’t negate bills or car maintenance or my child’s impending school budget. No reckless spending here.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I want a new watch. Garmin Forerunner 745. Slightly bigger than the 645 but more potential. Also holds music because I hate running with my phone. Has built in location and emergency notification so no one thinks I’m vulnerable outside. Don’t get any ideas. I carry weapons. AND – it designs workouts based on real temperature so I don’t recreate the Virginia Beach incident a few years ago. No need to go over that again right now.

All these changes. It will be fine!

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I ask you –

Input?

Do you understand some people have different titles for their accounts?

Tell me your favorite emoji! This is mine: 💁

Ready for an Experiment?

Sort of wish social experiments weren’t so morally questionable because I come up with some good ones. Think gentlemen’s clubs and masks. But maybe I shouldn’t even mention it here. After all, that PhD is still on the table.

A stranger asked what do I do when my spouse isn’t home? Surely he didn’t get the answer he was looking for. Unless he has a foot fetish.

Officially unofficially reached old lady status. I now proudly make my own iced coffee and all I think about when being away from home is this – When I get home, I’m going to make a cup of coffee! Welcome to my boring life.

Although I love a good charcuterie board, it’s come to my attention not everyone is familiar with the ingredients. And since they are varied, I’m not judging. Nonetheless, I’m happy to share my redneck, backwoods upbringing, though it did me no favors, is less apparent as I get older. Allow me to explain in blunt terms:

  • Cheese comes in many colors, flavors, and smells. Try them all!
  • Meat, namely prosciutto, does not require cooking. Just eat it!
  • There will be items you’re not familiar with. Refrain from turning up your nose, you ungrateful prude.
  • Have fun! It’s food! Food is great!

Great news! I’ve successfully blogged for 2 years! Funny how this was the opportunity I waited what felt like a lifetime for; now I can’t imagine not doing it. It isn’t a chore. I don’t dread it. Still, after 2 whole years, I love spilling my heart and mind all over these pages. A friend of mine likened blogging to a digital journal – and she’s not wrong. Cheers to more years!

an award!

Received some fantastic feedback on a previous post Using that Psych Degree. If you haven’t seen it, you’re missing out. I paid a lot of money for this geniusness inside my brain. Whoever thought I wouldn’t be blogging at year two was mistaken. P.S. no one said that. I think.

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I ask you –

Any social experiment additions to my list?

What’s your favorite item on a charcuterie board? Better question: do you know what one is? Should I have added a photo here?

Best guess time – how many years will I blog?

I’m a Pioneer!

I need friends. Running friends. Running friends who only run when it’s incredibly hot outside and I can’t go out there to run. Too much? So I joined Strava.

Find me on Strava!

Then I decided to channel my inner woman of the wild and become a canning master! Next up: living in a hut and churning my own butter. Right. I know.

As a writer, grammar and spelling are important to me, as well as consistent fonts across a document. It’s my job. I appreciate when someone’s email signature line is short, concise, and, most importantly, legible! You may be asking how an email could possibly be anything other than legible; rest assured, I’ve seen it all. It’s not pretty.

Full disclosure: I don’t believe everything I read on the internet. Tell me you don’t either. So I did my own research. Turns out it is true!

My dreamer mindset got a little excited, to tell the truth. But as for adding it to the bucket list? No thanks. The part that negated all my dreams was “The real-life walk would be grueling, filled with scary animals and diversely bad weather.” Nope, nope, and nope. Next, please.

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I ask you –

What’s your Strava information? Please comment below. I need friends!

Have you ever canned anything? What should I can next?

Tell me something on your bucket list!

Using that Psych Degree

My adviser and I have had many conversations centered around the phenomenon of learned helplessness.

Though I’m certain many people either know someone or have been one to experience it, this article explains the history quite well: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/basics/learned-helplessness

Backstory

In my case, I am not unmotivated nor do I suffer from a lack of self-esteem. Quite the opposite, in my glorious opinion. I do, however, have buckets of traumatic experiences, most from childhood. You know. The formidable years. Many times, I react to stressful situations with an immediate desire to escape. To run. To remove myself from the scary picture. This is the way. Wildly enough, rarely is my go-to technique a valuable option, but it’s what I resort to in my mind.

Enter the concept of learned helplessness. As a child of two dysfunctional alcoholics, escapism makes all the sense! This is where I clarify my statements. I am not helpless. Never have been. I am no longer a child. Ship…sailed. But old habits die hard. And sometimes it can be difficult to balance the needs of an 8-10 yr old girl (who suffered much) with the very real ramifications of a woman in her low-mid-30s. That little girl still demands to be heard.

So what do you do when there’s an unbalance in what is required vs demanded? My own regimen includes exercise, medication, faith, and an amazing mental health professional, among other things. It’s really sad how society expects people not to discuss many of the options I just mentioned. Let’s break it down: we all have issues. No doubt about it. However, tons of people have crappy coping skills – or none at all, a personal history of – or familial history with – drug and alcohol abuse, and/or a gamut of other reasons it would take me months to run through here. The point is you’re not alone.

Now What?

Bringing it back around to learned helplessness. The military presents opportunities for resiliency training which is a wonderful way of saying we’re going to give you the skills you need and an avenue to practice them. Resiliency breeds leaders because it promotes positivity and helps one deal with stressful situations. However, resiliency doesn’t mean never having stress. In fact, the complete opposite is true: resilient people become accustomed to being uncomfortable so they may understand what it feels like and “fight back.” As corny and new age as this may sound to some, I truly believe it’s this very reason why I find running fulfilling. Targeting the particular stress of running gives me a feeling of accomplishment. Note you don’t have to experience a physical stressor to benefit; resiliency can be acquired through mental or emotionally stressful events, like education or even working in a research field.

Being resilient doesn’t mean you’ll know how to react to every situation. In my opinion, it does mean you’ll fall a hundred times and get back up at least 90 of those times. The other 10? Ehhh. Becoming dependent on helplessness simply creates a barrier to positive thinking. We’re all going to have negative moments, but the learned helpless-ors (totally made that word up) get stuck in a pattern of negative thinking and refuse to or are unwilling to pick themselves back up though usually at no fault of their own. Remember this is a learned behavior. Are you starting to see your parents or siblings or a close friend in these words? Note to self.

Good news

Resiliency is also learned! There’s no right or wrong answer to overcoming learned helplessness. Many practical ways of combatting it are realizing it’s very real, understanding what it looks like for you, and focusing on the things you can control vice what you can’t control.

In my case, the escapism I mentioned earlier reorganizes itself into a very useful technique called distraction. When distracted, the mind and body can focus on something other than the stressor. Except this doesn’t work as well while running. Another hammer in the toolbox is finding someone you can talk with about what you’re going through. I truly believe a large factor in helplessness is the feeling of being isolated or unable to connect with others. The what ifs may become unmanageable. So speak up. Advocate on behalf of yourself. Talk to someone you trust. Just because you failed once doesn’t mean you’re destined for a lifetime of failure.

Failure means you tried. Failure equals growth. And, if you don’t believe me, ask anyone how long it took them to x, y, z (fill in the blank). Rarely does anything happen on the first try. Like whistling. I’m still trying.

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I ask you –

Before reading this, did you know about learned helplessness?

What makes you resilient?

Tell me about a time you excelled at something the very first time! I actually hit the golf ball the very first time I ever played golf.

Monday Mayhem

With the heat and humidity quickly rising to practically unfathomable degrees, I knew I wanted to spend my long holiday weekend resting and not doing anything to require copious amounts of thinking. Per the usual idea. But even as I write portions of this post on a Thursday afternoon feels-like-my-Friday, I’m struggling to take my mind off the big things.

Iced coffee afficionado

You know how sometimes you can feel change is coming…there’s something in the air, the anxious way you react, or where your mind drifts no matter what you’re engrossed in? Can’t be just me! Anyway – that’s where I’m at.

Today is Day 31 of my planned May Run Streak! Seeing as my personality is either all in or not at all, I kind of feel like I should just keep running, right? 90 days sounds good. It would get me right up to August then I can reevaluate. To race or not to race. That is the question. Hmmm. I could take a short break in August, pick up training in September, then finalize a race for either Nov or Dec. Got me thinking.

Or I could streak until Jan 2022. I could. But I probably won’t.

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I ask you –

Is it a full moon? Have the forces changed?

Should I keep streaking? Or train for a fall race?

Happy Memorial Day, fellow followers. Wars have been fought and won based on the sacrifice of many. Let us never forget.

Old Macdonald Had a Farm

Throwback to the country and Fall 2020.

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Still running, still training, still finding funny stuff to share with you all.

people with funny bones

On today’s episode of crazy things you find in Texas, let me introduce you to exhibit A. When running isn’t going your way, slow to a crawl and find humorous photo opportunities. Guaranteed to make you feel less guilty.

I have so many questions

In a society of “let’s name everything!”, why should anything be exempt? We name our land – hello, Kel’s Corner -, our creeks, our pets, and, sometimes, even our alternate personalities. No judgement. You should try it sometime. Join the club. It’s fun in here.

no yellow lines

You know you’re in the country when road lines cease to exist. It’s just you and 2 ditches. Thankfully for me it was a dry day and I could sit in the middle of the road, prop my phone up against…

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Say No More – Short and Sweet

You know what’s hard? So glad you asked. Pause. I feel as if I ask that same question here a lot. My blog, my rules. Unpause. Peopling. Peopling is hard! It drains you of life-saving patience and sucks the will to be nice right out of your soul. Dramatic, much?

Here me out. When you spend days on end peopling it becomes laborious and exhausting. Pause. Did you know when I write part whatever (insert a number) in a post title, I’m totally making that up? Who knew?! Unpause. Sometimes peopling continues for days without ceasing. Just when you think it’s over, you remember the oil change you haven’t gotten yet. Not you, I mean me.

As I found myself waiting in a semi-crowded service center lounge, strangers wanted to make small talk. I loathe small talk. Pause. I need to practice my RBF. Unpause. Why can’t people catch the not-so-subtle signs I’m half hazardly watching this super interesting show on home demolition whilst zoning out to my gummy game? No, I don’t want to talk about the weather either.

Clearly I’m grumpy and allowing my hormones to take over what is normally my calm and forgiving sparkle of a personality. All hail the ice cream queen!

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I ask you –

Is peopling also difficult for you?

Opinions on small talk?

Tell me your 100% foolproof way to prevent strangers from striking up a pointless conversation!

Day in Photos, pt 17

Finally! With movie theaters beginning to reopen, there’s a possibility I might attempt to stay awake long enough to see something other than matinee.

my first choice!

I love coffee almost as much as I love running. Some days even more. But coffee is so expensive. Not that I mind paying for what I love and there’s several (one in particular) locally owned coffee shops I adore. However, I was pleasantly surprised at my ability to make decent iced coffee at home using my Keurig and some Green Mountain Vanilla Cream over ice coffee pods. It was soooo good!

brown, not black and not definitely not white

And, I have an ice cream addiction. A Halo Top addiction. Creamy, sweet, and keto-friendly?! Be still my heart. There’s 6 flavors of incredibleness. My boss saw me in the grocery store with a cart full of ice cream; he didn’t even blink. I pretended not to notice him. We have a mutual understanding.

Seeing as how I’ve never perfected any type of mechanic skills, my next trick is to convince you all I can restore an old truck. Ok, stop laughing. I feel the need to do this. No idea why. Something similar to the below photo. Nostalgia.

used with permission

I’m editing this post earlier than my usual, last minute, holy-crap-it’s-Sunday-afternoon time frame. Part of me self-congratulatory; the other part is fearful I’ll find other things to include over the weekend and will have to re-do the entire layout. Cheers to living dangerously!

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I ask you –

Any new movies you’re looking forward to seeing? Top Gun: Maverick. Fast & Furious 9. Hotel Transylvania 4.

What kind of tools are required to restore an old truck? And do you want to help me?

Tell me your favorite ice cream flavor!

Random Things, pt 11

There’s nothing easy or simple about reflecting on your past. It can be ugly back there.

new life in the neighborhood

I think back to my first marriage and how every sign pointed to a dead end street. But we blindly charged forward. We both had come from unhealthy upbringings surrounded by addiction and loss. Did I mention we were 18 & 19 yrs old? Hardly an age to be considered adults much less make such a profound choice. And we were wildly different. I was studious and practical whilst he was carefree and spontaneous. Prude meets bum. We were two kids with very opposite viewpoints on almost everything. A match made in heaven!

There’s comfort in this: “When fear knocks on the door of your life, let faith answer!”

Lately I’ve found myself connecting with much older and much younger people more than those my age. Could it be just a season of life? Maybe it’s always been this way and I didn’t notice.

Something made me think about how my addiction to coconut oil has become a habit to rub off on others. Get it, get it. Even before it was a “thing”, I was using coconut oil on my skin, face, hair, you name it. Personally I attribute my overuse of it to the reason I survived pregnancy sans stretch marks. Well, no more than I started with. Many years ago, my destroyer berthing mates knew if I had been in berthing by the smell of my lotion (pure coconut oil). I guess there could be worse smells. Now as I slather it on by the handful, even my mini gets in on the action. Like mother, like daughter. Some say it clogs your skin, etc but mine has never been healthier. Thousands of island-inhabited women can’t be wrong.

On a scale of 1 to You’re Fired, how well would it go over if every time I walked into the restroom at work, and noticed another person in the stall, I yelled “HOWDY, BATHROOM BUDDY!”? Can I tell you a secret? Anytime I go into the restroom in public and can sense (or smell) (or hear) other people being very quiet, I feel like they just want to poop in peace so I try to leave as quickly as possible. Kel, you’re so weird. Do men’s restrooms not behave this way? Why not?

my demise

Run streaking is going splendidly. The hottest run was nearly 87 degrees. My only saving grace was the incredibly strong, 20+mph winds. So instead of it feeling like a sauna, it was like a dryer! That’s always fun. I’ve managed to secure time during my lunch hour to go out to run so I consider myself very lucky. Until it gets above 88, then I’m out. Yay sunrise runs! “People make time for what’s important to them” – this is mine.

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I ask you –

How many times have you been married? Bonus points if you hit your state’s limit on marriages. Texas is 5, by the way.

Do you talk to others while in the restroom?

Tell me your go-to motto!

Where the Lost Things Are

How often is it you do a double take at something you see (or think you’ve seen)? Imagine my surprise then.

perhaps they just fell off

Returning to a low carb lifestyle was in my summer plans, but when I nixed the races at the end of May, I knew I didn’t have a whole lot of wiggle room for the donut-and-ice-cream plan I’d been following. Lucky for me, there are alternatives everywhere if you know where to look. Or can cook.

And don’t think for a minute I gave up cookies! No, no, no. I make a keto-fied chocolate chip cookie dough eaten straight from the container in the refrigerator. Have you tried the espresso chocolate chips yet?! Trust me!

found on a lunch run

Lastly, I stayed out until 9:42pm recently. The mom voice inside me was practically tangible when it said ‘Kel, you can not be out this late again.’ Surely I’ve mentioned my lifelong 8:30pm bedtime? I was absolutely sloth-like the next morning. Pitiful. Sad, too.

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I ask you –

Have you ever painted rocks?

What time do you typically go to bed?

Name the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen outside!