Tuesday, September 30, 2014

My Last Chance

Eight months ago I competed at the USA Weightlifting Junior National Championships. This was about a week after hearing a pop when I was coming out a max effort squat clean. A month later I was in a cast with the diagnosis of a slight stress fracture, a partially torn scapholunate ligament, as well as a ganglion cyst in my wrist. Six weeks later, in a splint, I was given a list of physical therapy exercises and a time frame of 6 weeks until I would be cleared to start lifting again. Fear kept me from putting too much weight on the barbell, but even though I was careful and did my exercises things weren't healing right. A couple MRI scans and X-ray's later they decided that an orthoscopy would determine the next step. This is basically where they take a tiny little camera and insert it near the sight of the injury, then they take a bunch of pictures to determine what exactly the surgeon needs to fix.
In my orthoscopy they found a couple of inflamed areas near the ligaments. After my surgeon took care of all that needed to be done, he put me in a splint. He warned me that if this doesn't work, healing my wrist may require a much larger operation (ligament reconstruction), but after that I would most likely never regain the wrist flexibility needed to perform the Olympic lifts at a high level; so basically this is my last chance to heal it right. I can look forward to a cast in the future and hopefully that will be it. Then maybe I can start picking up heavy stuff again.
In the meantime I am on a solid swim and squat program. The goal is to maintain strength and body weight without the use of my wrists at all. I am excited for what the future holds and I know that whatever happens, everything works out in the end.

-Liz :)

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Chasing Happiness


Have you ever heard someone say, “I’ve finally found it! I finally reached my goal and now I am forever happy!”? No, you haven’t. No one ever says that because that’s not how it works. Everyone is out there searching for happiness. That’s what they want to be when they grow up, that’s what they want when they purchase “stuff,” whether it be clothes, accessories, furniture, or electronics, even relationships; we want them because they make us happy. All we want is happiness. Happiness is the sugar of life, our brains crave it.
The only problem is… you will never find it! Happiness is not meant to be found! Happiness is meant to be lived. Right now. Right here. Buying more stuff will not make you happy and neither will throwing away all your stuff! Even reaching your goals will not make you happy! Something can make you happy for a few seconds, maybe for an hour, a day, or even a year, but happiness is a choice.
You. You have a choice. Are you going to choose to be happy? Or are you going to choose to follow the crowd and blame others for your struggles and your fears? Every day we have the choice to be happy and take control of our attitude. We can get up, take a deep breathe, and smile. We are still breathing, why wouldn’t we be happy? Your car broke down, your dog is sick, you got an F on your essay, your parents are mad at you, you have no friends, etc. None of that can hold you back from being happy. You have the opportunity to find the good in all of those situations.
Stop chasing happiness. Just BE it.


*Note I am not saying that I am perfect. I fall victim to chasing happiness rather often. When overloaded with schoolwork I tell myself I would just be happy if I could get this paper done, or this assignment finished, but deep down I know that’s not going to fix everything. This is just a reminder to myself and anyone reading that happiness is a choice, not an object to be found.
Be happy,
Liz :)



Friday, September 5, 2014

Throw Back

gymnastics pic from that year
Exactly three years ago in seventh grade, I was skinny. I would eat ¼ cup of oatmeal for breakfast, an apple for lunch, and a ham & cheese sandwich with a banana for dinner. I weighed about 105 pounds and I felt great, or so I thought. I could wear whatever I wanted and felt confident that people would like me because I was skinny. I had a phobia of speaking to overweight people because I thought it would catch on like a disease. I weighed myself at least three times a day and only allowed myself to drink certain amounts of water, so I wouldn’t gain water weight. This went on for quite a while, until I found Crossfit and learned that confidence is beautiful. Not size. Now I eat anywhere from 2500 to 4000 (nutrient dense) calories a day, I drink at least a gallon of water, and I weigh about 40 pounds heavier. The difference is that I am healthy. I’m not skinny, but I’m also not overweight and I wish that more people would realize that it’s okay not to look perfect in every outfit; people will still accept you if you aren’t a size 00.

Being part of the Crossfit community and training with people who are lean and strong has completely changed my definition of beauty. If you are confident, you are beautiful. Now go eat some steak!

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