My first Spartan Race

This past Saturday, I participated in the Spartan Stadium Sprint at Fenway Park! I signed up six weeks ago as motivation to push myself in the gym. 

Let me start by saying this was no joke. I knew we’d be running the bleachers and climbing a rope but I didn’t know how many walls I’d have to climb over (thanks random guy for making sure I didn’t smash my face coming down from the tallest one), and I had no idea I’d have to try to hit a target with a spear (not good at darts, even worse at spear hunting)!.

I loved getting to tour my favorite park like this. I even got to touch the scoreboard and we did push-ups in the locker room.

 

Making the little baby walls my bitch


 

Spiderman would definitely have had an advantage here

 
 

How cute is the Crossfit South Shore team

 

I finished in the top 20% which definitely isn’t too bad for my first time. This is for sure giving me the motivation to keep training for this type of race (after the Boston Marathon of course… have you heard I’m running the Boston Marathon?!)

So I Started Crossfit…

  Today marks the end of my 4th week of crossfit. Also today happened to be my first “real” crossfit class!

I swore I would never do crossfit. Just like I swore I’d never eat paleo. Or be involved in direct marketing. Or that I’d ever own a small dog. Or that I’d date a “lax bro…”

Anyways, I needed to try something new. It was hard for me to motivate myself to do anything BUT run and I could feel myself getting softer every day.

To make a long story short: Crossfit is awesome. I feel stronger, more confident and I have already made a habit. 

Also, crossfit is NOT as scary as I thought it was going to be (box jumps still give me nightmares though). It’s basically the same workouts I was doing when I was lifting just higher intensity. Myself and the people around me are constantly pushing themselves which is not only physical for me but it’s emotional! I leave the gym feeling like a warrior princess every. single. time. 

Shoutout to Jon, Gina, Nick and all of the other amazing people at Crossfit South Shore who have made me feel like a part of this community literally since day one. I can’t wait to see how far I can go!

Introducing Ashley Snow, Arbonne Independent Consultant

  
If you had told me a year ago that I would have gone through the things I’ve gone through in the last year, I might not have believed you. 

I’m two weeks away from turning 25. 

I started 24 in the hospital, faced with the biggest health scare I have ever had. 

A few months later my relationship, that I had incredible amount of faith in, turned upside down (but with a lot of hard work, we are finally on the other side).

Not to mention I’ve changed full time jobs twice, picked up several part time jobs, ran a half marathon, moved out of my parents’ house and became a dog mom. I’ve seen success and I have failed. I’ve loved and I’ve lost.

However, I woke up one day and realized I’ve just been going through the motions. I haven’t felt engaged. I’ve felt like an outsider looking in. 

By deciding to become an Arbonne Independent Consultant, I am taking a giant leap of faith. My plate is already pretty full. The last thing I need is another bullet point on my to do list. But I have confidence that this is the missing piece of my puzzle, the thing that will finally make me feel fulfilled. 

In order for me to get this business off the ground and for me to start changing the lives of others, I am going to need the support of my family and friends. I have no doubt that I will receive this because I have the best support system I can imagine. Thanks in advance for providing testimonials, opening your homes to me for parties and for all the good vibes you have to offer.

 ashleysnow.arbonne.com 

30 Days to Healthy Living and Beyond

  
I have a confession: I have been struggling a lot the past few months with my diet. I’ve been working crazy hours, I have a baby puppy to take care of, and my personal life has been a mess. But because of this, I was exhausted, my skin was a disaster, I wasn’t anywhere near “regular” and I found a whole new layer of belly fat.

A college classmate of mine had approached me several times over the last year to discuss a month-long clean eating challenge that she has seen great success with. I just didn’t know if it was right for me. I’ve been pretty successful at losing weight in the past when I needed to without the help of any extra supplements. But I finally said yes after learning about all of the differentproducts included   as well as the Facebook group I would be a part of. My only regret now is not doing it sooner!

The basics of this program are eliminating inflammation causing foods and replacing them with whole, clean foods and supplements.

 
This is not a weight loss program, it is a detoxification program. The goal is to reduce inflammation so that you have more energy, less pain and perform at an optimal level. Weight loss in this program is a byproduct of being healthy 🙂

My last post was strictly about my results but I want to tell y’all more about the process. So I’ll give you the good, the bad, and the ugly.

The good:

  • Fizz sticks, fizz sticks, fizz sticks
  • Chocolate shakes (let’s be real I’m too lazy to prep 3 meals a day)
  • Digestion plus
  • Eating homemade guacamole
  • Fajitas from the week 1 menu
  • The cleanse made me feel skinny AF

The bad:

  • The headaches from giving up coffee and Diet Coke for the first 3 days
  • I did not like the taste of digestion plus at first (but 30 days later, I don’t wanna go without it)

The ugly

  • I ate Chinese food smack dab in the middle of this program because it was my moms 50th birthday party and I swear I thought I was gonna die afterward. When you do this challenge, please do not do this

Now that I’m done with this challenge, I can’t wait to do it again! I also can’t wait to help other people through the challenge and see more awesome results! 

If you order this challenge as a package, you get it for 40% off retail prices AND you will qualify to be a preferred client which gets you a free product and 20% off future purchases for a year. 

If you’re looking for a sign, this is it

30 Days to Healthy Living Results

When I started this “detox” on July 18th, I went in with the mindset that this would be something I would do for 30 days and then move on to something else. Much to my surprise, this is something I will probably never forget about.

So here’s a quick post focused just on my results, I will have a longer post about the process once I finish it 🙂

Results:

  1. My clothes fit better especially in my belly and chest
  2. I haven’t had to take one dose of heartburn medicine since I started (this is a huge deal- I have a history of some pretty significant reflux)
  3. I only got 1 new pimple in the entire month (yo adult acne sucks)
  4. TMI: I had a BM almost every day and didn’t have to take any Miralax
  5. I don’t miss coffee or Diet Coke

And here’s some photographic evidence:

  
Here’s my gut at day 1, day 15, day 24.

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What even is “body image?”

I have been meaning to write this post forever. I try to be really open and transparent with the world. I don’t want to put up a front (probably mostly because I had one up for so long). I wasn’t sure where this post was going to go but here goes nothing:

Weight (and eating/exercise habits) are a super personal thing. Why are we so obsessed with how people perceive our weight and why are we so fixated on other peoples’?

One of my first clear memories involves a boy in my class telling me that I couldn’t be Barbie for Halloween because I was too fat. This was in PRESCHOOL. I was a normally developing child by any standards. Talk about setting me up for success..

In second grade (and for many years after that) I used to cut my food up, hide it in napkins, and throw it away in pieces to avoid eating my lunch. I hated eating but I’m not sure it had anything to do with my weight at this time.

I quit gymnastics when I hit puberty because I had boobs (and quite a bit of a gut – thanks nana for feeding me cheese balls) and I felt out of place.

A friend and I used to throw up after lunch together in seventh grade. It was a ritual and what we bonded over. By this time I truly believed that eating made you fat and didn’t do anything else for you.

I wouldn’t let my boys touch my stomach and I never took my shirt off for anyone (this still might be an issue).

When I was seventeen my boyfriend at the time broke up with me and all his friends harassed me on Facebook by calling me the “fatty.” I lost fifteen pounds before prom so my dress was too big.

In college I had the time of my life but not without gaining the freshman thirty (that may or may not be an exaggeration). I was feeling myself, getting laid and never felt better. Except that I’d have to take a break between flights of stairs and I couldn’t fit in any of my clothes..

When I decided to clean up my diet and get my ass off the couch, I quickly saw results. I loved being able to buy new clothes and how much more I could do. I loved not being the heaviest person in the room.

My boyfriend at the time who I had loved dearly and thought I was going to marry told me that he didn’t like me “skinny.” He told me I was “disgusting” and he thought healthy eating was useless. Needless to say, our relationship fizzled out. There were other issues, but having your boyfriend hate what you look like probably is the icing on the cake.

I’ve learned a lot from how other people treat me now that I weight less than I did when I was fourteen. I don’t want it to define me though. The first step in that is changing the way I perceive myself. I’m actively trying to love myself for more than just what I look like. I’m focusing my attention on the things I can do (dead-lifting more than my boyfriend weighs is dope) instead of measurements.

I also need to stop judging people by their body size and shape. Every time I say something like “oh wow she gained weight,” I am treating them the way I don’t want to be treated. Golden rule shit still applies.

XOXO

Yesterday my doctor told me I wasn’t taking care of myself..

A little over a month ago I spent 9 days in the hospital because of an e.coli infection. Long story short, I had quite a few complications including a suspected ileus, re-feeding syndrome and hypertension due to my kidneys being overloaded.

I lost about 10 pounds in two weeks and I was feeling weak and malnourished. I went on a planned trip to Disney World about a week after I was discharged from the hospital and worked my way back up to “normal” in the last month.

So yesterday I went to see my primary care doctor for a follow up. Turns out my blood pressure is still elevated and I gained back most of the weight that I lost when I was sick. My doctor told me that it is a direct result of me not taking care of myself over the last month. Of course this made me very upset. I take pride in how healthy I am. Obviously, I enjoy indulgences like pizza and wine, but I am not binge-eating Oreos or anything like that.

Not sure what she expected me to do, eat and drink nothing to maintain the fluid loss from a gastrointestinal infection?! Guess I’m in the market for a doctor who respects me..

XOXO

On 3 years since I started my fitness journey..

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I guess it’s time to talk about the “squats” portion of “squats and stethoscopes.”

It is almost 3 years to the day since the picture on the left. That night I had to wear Spanx and it took two people to zip me into that dress. Its crazy to think that just 3 years go I was wandering around without a purpose, without a passion, and hating myself. I knew that living the unhealthy lifestyle (of too many beers, too many buffalo chicken subs, and not enough exercise) wasn’t going to get me very far but I honestly had no idea how to start.

Thank God for my roommate at the time who basically forced me in to the gym. But it wasn’t long before I fell in love with fitness. I loved the way it made me feel when I could stay on the treadmill longer than the day before or lift a heavier weight than the last time. And when the pounds started coming off, I was loving the way I looked. It took me about 9 months to lose 45 pounds and I have kept it off for the most part since then. There are definitely a fluctuating 10 pounds that come down to me liking pizza and wine a little too much.

So basically, I know how it feels to be the “fat girl,” to be the “thick girl,” and to not know how to change it. That’s why I have put myself out there so much over the last years. Some days are easier than others and I’m always going to be real about it.

XOXO