Revamp Monday! Acceptance

Acceptance. It’s what we crave.

If you’re a writer you may be familiar with that feeling you get in the pit of our stomach as the blinking cursor arrow hovers momentarily over the “submit” button just before you send off a manuscript or query. It’s called fear of rejection. Even emailing a draft of something we’ve written to a friend is like sending a piece of ourselves into the world to be judged, we may as well be offering our head to the guillotine!

Our “selves” may take many forms. Whether we’re writers or professionals, parents or students, we’re all striving for success–and how do we define success? By the extent to which others accept our performance or appearance–or both. It’s easy to become consumed with our efforts to achieve success–and acceptance–but, how many of us are chasing after something that’s already ours?

How different would our striving be if we recognized that regardless of what’s out there, what’s in here is already great. “But, where’s ‘here’?” You may ask? Look around. The answer might be right under your nose! Thanks, Tanzy!

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I was just few months into my fitness journey. You know, the honeymoon phase. The phase when you feel like you can conquer the world. The phase when you consider taking up a modeling career after you lose all the weight and become irresistibly sexy. That phase where you can look all your food vices straight in the eye with the confidence of a Spartan army, knowing you are stronger than your cravings!  I was “feeling myself,” as they say and I was patting  myself on the back for a job well done. I was in the gym daily for 3 months straight. I was drinking 80 oz of water regularly and I had even gone down 2 dress sizes!  I was on cloud nine! Shopping had become my new favorite activity–I loathed it before my transformation. 

Looking through some pics I decided to assemble a before and after picture so that I could bask in my amazing transformation. At this time I was homeschooling my kids and spent endless hours surrounded by little humans under the age of 5, but I was desperate to share this visual display of my success with someone who could celebrate with me. No grown ups to be found, I turned to the next oldest in the room–my 5 year-old-daughter. I pulled up the picture collage on the computer and, beaming with pride, plopped it in front of my kid asking a very baited question: “What do you think of mommy’s picture? Do you notice anything different?”

Her little face beamed at the challenge. She leaned in toward the picture and studied it like a “Where’s Waldo game.” After some time she was finally ready to give her answer: 

“In this picture you have a red shirt. In that picture you have a blue shirt. In this picture you have ponytail. In that picture you have straight hair. In this picture you’re smiling and in that picture you’re not. In this picture you have grey shoes and in that picture you have black!”

“Wait what?! That’s it?! You don’t see my slimming waist line, my sleeker arms, my shrunken belly or my thinner thighs?” I thought. 

Next enters my 1-year-old staggering towards us, dying to see what we are  studying. He let’s out one word as he looked at the screen. “MAMA!” 

The reality is that the people that love us most never see our flaws. My kids never knew I was overweight. They never saw my stretch marks, or my cellulite. They never saw me as a number on a scale. They only saw me as their nurturer, their caregiver, their protector and their friend. No matter what pic I showed them, they only saw one person, “MAMA.”

Tanzy Chandler
Physical Therapist
Group Fitness Instructor
Founder of
REVAMP FITNESS
“Become a Better You”
follow the Journey on
IG @REVAMP_FITNESS
YouTube REVAMP FITNESS
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Kids are awesome at putting things in perspective. Remember this family moment? Be sure to check back every first Monday for more Revamp Monday inspiration with Tanzy!
Happy Monday!

 

 

Revamp Monday: Team Captain

Last week I posted a picture of myself working out, but it wasn’t meant to be shameless self-promotion. It was meant to be motivation. It was meant to remind myself and you that we have to just keep going, no matter what! It was also meant to be a metaphor for life. Keep going! No matter how hard “it” is, whatever “it” is. As long as your moving, you’re making progress.

I’m so glad Tanzy is back with us today to tout the same message in this edition of Revamp Monday–enjoy! ~K

 

By societal standards a “fitness leader” is supposed to be an expert. Someone who has “arrived” at their destination and is now able to show others the way. Someone with ripped abs, quad separation and the mental toughness of a gladiator. I don’t have any of those things–not yet anyways and I’m ok with that.

I consider myself more like a team captain. I’m on the same field as you. Playing the same game as you. I have just as much to lose as you. I fight the same opponents as you, have access to the same resources as you. My challenges are similar to yours.  I have a job, family, and lots of bills. I have head aches, body aches and flu-like chills. I have cheat days, game days, long days and great days–soccer practices, science projects and everything is going wrong days. I’m an ordinary woman, just like you! While there are things that I could teach you, I’m still an eager student and life is my instructor.

My job as team captain, is to remind the team of the importance of the game; to keep them on their toes; to encourage camaraderie and morale; to help implement strategies and tactics–a leader,yes, an expert–far from it.

A team captain’s job is to push you, encourage you and inspire you. So imagine me there at the finish line of your next race cheering you toward the end. Imagine me doing push ups with you during your next workout. Imagine me loading the bar with a few more plates, because I know, you’re stronger than you think. Imagine me nudging you to wake up after you’ve pressed snooze. And every now and again this team captain will most likely need a little help from her teammates when she’s just too tired to get off the bench. When the clouds of doubt start rolling in. When the aches and pains are too much to bear. As a team captain I am equal parts teacher and student.  So feel free to return the favor when you see fit.

Thank you in advance.

 

Tanzy Chandler
Physical Therapist

Group Fitness Instructor

Founder of

REVAMP FITNESS

“Become a Better You”

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IG @ REVAMP_FITNESS

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” Do you not know that your body is the temple of God?” 1 Corinthians 6:19

Photo Credit: Myles Thousand

 

Revamp Monday: God is in the Gym!

Every year Writer’s Digest comes out with their “101 Best Websites for Writers” and I LOVE flipping through the pages of those issues then surfing the web for the latest sites and resources. There’s just so much fantastic stuff out there for writers! There’s the traditional stuff like critique or discussion forums and “everything agents,” job listings and writers’ conferences.  But then there’s the non-traditional, inspirational, stuff, like the creativity portal which offers a slew of brain teasers and visual prompts to spark the imagination, or coffitivity.com, a site that provides the background noise you would hear in a coffee shop–you know, in case you can’t get to an actual coffee shop to do your work!

My point is that Writer’s Digest has the same idea that I do.  We recognize that writers need all kinds of resources. Yes, we need to talk about writing, but we also need inspiration that will motivate us to write! That’s what Mayhem Mondays are all about! I’m trying to get us motivated to do the work that we were meant to do!  That’s also why I’m glad to have Tanzy back again to inspire us to keep pushing–whether it’s pencils or power squats!

GOD IS IN THE GYM

 In my experience, I’ve found that physical activity has the ability to mimic many of my personal spiritual experiences. My intangible journey of faith suddenly takes on shape, form and weight, when I’m in the gym.

The heaviness of the bars I press, remind me of the heaviness I feel at times when raising my arms to praise God. Struggling against the burden of complacency to honor Him through worship.

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Running miles, up and down hills on the treadmill as my heart aches in my chest. Step after step in agonizing fatigue, mirroring the deliverance I’ve been desperately pursuing. Pleading for the finish line to come into view.

The rope I grasp to pull my body vertically against gravity, is not unfamiliar to the ditch of depression I’ve tried to pull myself out of, time and time again. Muscles of hope burning as I grip tighter and pray harder that I can make it out this time.

The delicate yoga poses I hold are identical to the moments that I am expected to be still, and know that HE IS GOD.  Breathing deep and slow, as I patiently wait for God to instruct me to change position.  But until then I am forced to make still my anxious thoughts and trust in my creator.

For me, physical movement is capable of materializing my walk with Christ. God is indeed present with me in the gym.

Speaking to me on the bike trail.

Whispering to me with each lap in the pool.

Lifting with me rep after rep.

He helps me as I battle against the voice that says, “You can’t do this”. The spirit reminds me, “I can do all things”. In my world, he resides not only in the church, but also in the gym and Exercise is my reasonable act of worship. It’s my way of giving God praise for the gift of my body. It’s His way of  teaching me that I can overcome any challenge he calls me to face.

Physical fitness is the language God uses to save my soul.  A strong body is simply a side effect.

Tanzy Chandler

Founder of REVAMP FITNESS

Thanks, Tanzy!

Tanzy Chandler joins us on the first Monday of every month. Check out her article “Demote the Scale” and her YouTube channel! Also, for more Mayhem Monday Madness, check back every Monday and throughout the week for writing and word play.  Also, check out my  recipes  (I have a new kale salad that’s yum!) and energizers, ’cause you can’t write–or exercise–on an empty stomach!

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