This week has kind of kicked my ass, and there isn’t really an external rhyme or reason.
Basically, I am contending with that one week a month that many female bodied people have. I know my ladies know what I mean: it’s the one that just fucking sucks for energy. (for the record, this is the week before my period, and by the time my actual period arrives I feel much better.) For the past few days I’ve been lethargic, I’ve been hungry, I’ve had zero energy for exercise or super elaborate meals or even to have a whole lot of specificity around what I’m eating. I’ve been simplifying: meals are non-creative at this point (baked potato, broccoli, nutritional yeast, tempeh, ad infinitum) and I’ve skipped my fasted cardio all week in favor of more lifting sessions because fuck it, when the going gets sleepy, the sleepy lift weights. (that’s true for everyone, right? guys? anyone? Oh, just me? Hmmm.)
It has been good to go slower, eat chiller, and to rest more. here are a few articles I found while surfing the net as I relaxed!
I totally struggle with healthy doses of depression and anxiety from time to time, because I am a human being in a terribly bizarre and heartbreaking world. This guide was written with teenage girls in mind, but because I think I’ll always be a bit of a sullen teen at heart, it spoke to me perfectly.
You know what I fucking despise? Those weird pop-up internet ads (often on health and wellness blogs!) with a picture of a cartoon banana and the words “5 foods you should never eat!” emblazoned across it. WHAT IS UP WITH THE BANANA HATE, TURDZ OF THE NET? This list is a spoof on that whole thing, and actually includes some real talk about when it makes sense to avoid certain foods. Spoiler alert: no specific foods are mentioned and the whole thing has a spin of both food and body positivity. My kind of list!
This article was an insightful and beautiful rumination on the difficulty and importance of friendship as we age. I just turned thirty-one, and I have to say: the list of people I am close with has gotten smaller, and I have a tough time getting out there to build new relationships. This article totally spoke to that conundrum directly, and inspired me to keep trying.
Muscles by Brussels is my favorite podcast and real talk about eating disorders is possibly my favorite subject. This episode gets kinda gritty! It talks about the relatively unspoken dangers of dieting within a vegan athlete competition context- a subject I have been dying to hear more about.
This dream boat of a wrap needs to get in my hands- STAT. I’m totally willing to break out of my lazy food rut for a taste!
Happy weekend <3
I have had a fantastic couple of weeks.
I went to Disneyland, I got engaged, I got home, I returned to work with a job that I love, I wrote, I swam, I lifted, I ate food that was fucking awesome. This time last year I was working a job that was slowly killing me, and I was sick- physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I had IBS that made me feel somewhere on the scale of uncomfortable to terrible all the time. I grinded my teeth at night and rarely slept well. I was well on the road to loving my body and treating myself right, but it wasn’t consistently clicking.
When I work, I try to keep these facts in mind. I often get overwhelmed with the sheer volume of effort that I put into Super Strength Health, not because I don’t want to do the work or find it to be a chore, but because most tasks simply take me about three times the amount of time than I think they well, and thus my to-do list is perpetually long.
But the truth is, this work has both changed and saved my life in a number of ways. It gave me something to look forward to waking up to- day in and day out. It gave me huge amounts of self-esteem and a ton of incentive to KEEP doing my best, KEEP talking to myself kindly, KEEP loving the shit out of myself no matter what. Super Strength Health for me is freedom. The freedom to love my body. The freedom to be publicly open and imperfect and raw. The freedom to offer my listening ear most hours of the day, the freedom to let myself be supported financially by something I am extremely passionate about. It helps me as much as anyone else, and to keep it going I have to remember where I came from, and where I am now.
Basically, this “day in the life” is brought to you by a feeling of gratitude. My life is fun and cool and I love it, despite the kinks. (Also, as I’ve said before: I think we need as many feminist, body positive, health at every size advocating, health and wellness practitioners as possible. If you want to talk further about starting a business in this realm, email me! Let’s build an alliance.)
6:30AM Wake up.
When I first started my journey to self-employment, I felt scarred from 5am wakeups and 3 hour a day commutes. I relished in never EVER using an alarm to wake up. I am naturally an early riser, so most of the time I wake up with the sun anyway. It seemed reasonable to allow myself time to get into my natural rhythm. That was awesome for about a year, but these days I find myself using my alarm again, because there is a 7:30AM class at my gym that I genuinely enjoy taking. Although rising to do something I love is much much different than rising to sit in traffic, it is still not exactly easy to wake up to darkness. I never regret it once I am at the barbell, though, so I keep that in mind as I stumble around in the dark.
For those curious: my breakfast is consistently oats with almond milk, banana, raisins, and peanut butter and I always eat before I lift. I know some folks are all about fasted AM cardio, but that feels like shit to me, so I don’t do it. Huzzah for bio-individuality and meeting my own needs.
7:30 AM Barbell WOD
Today’s workout was a warm up, a complex of squat cleans, front squats, thrusters, and push presses, some backsquat sets, some deadlift sets, a superset of push ups and pull ups, and a 7 minute AMRAP of overhead squats and toes to bars. I was thoroughly worked when I was finished and straight chugged my recovery smoothie of Vega Sport, maca, chlorella, pineapple, banana and almond milk as soon as I was done. It tasted heavenly.
For those curious: I consider my workouts and my food to be a serious part of my business. It is my job to practice what I preach and my workouts are scheduled into my life like work hours (barring illness or exhaustion or injury)
9:00AM Prep for my meal prep-clients.
A new (and fun!) part of Super Strength Health is vegan, gluten-free, refined sugar free meal delivery.
It is important for me to offer my clients the freshest local and organic ingredients possible, so first I hit up the farmer’s market. I get the things I can’t get there (beans, coconut milk, etc.) from my local whole foods.
Today’s clients got vegan taco salad (romaine, lettuce, tomato, grilled scallions and green peppers, salsa, homemade bell pepper cilantro vinaigrette, black beans, and walnut taco “meat”) and coconut, kale, kidney bean and chickpea chana saag with wild rice. It took me about three hours to shop, prep, make, and package up enough for everyone and they picked up the goods from my house later that day. (I do delivery too, its just much cheaper for folks to come to me if they can!)
I ate some of the food I made for others for lunch, and it ruled.
12:00 Computer time
This is the moment of reckoning for me, because my email inbox is kiiiiinda cray. I tried to approach it calmly with intermittent deep breaths. I don’t know what it is about the time I have to spend on logistics that tends to give me anxiety, but it’s definitely a thing that I have to be gentle with myself about. I spent three hours computer-ing and it was totally fine. A lesson to Lacy of the future: do not fear the inbox!
3:00 Cofee with this babe.
This is my friend Jaiye. She is most often seen biking anywhere and everywhere, but sometimes we both slow down and get to have coffee with one another, which always feels much needed. I stole this picture from her social media, as it was taken mid-bike tour, which is when I am pretty sure Jaiye is the most stoked.
I caught up with Jaiye at Timeless Coffee while the sun peeked through for the first time in days. Life was good. Oh yeah! I also ate some collard green chips with my Americano ’cause I was feelin’ snacky.
It’s amazing, because my title is health and wellness coach, but much of what I do in a day is not actual session time. Tonight I met with a client that manages to seriously move me every single time we speak. I am amazed at the people that I get to work with! It is humbling to spend time with those who are demanding self-love in a world that doesn’t necessarily promote it, and I am honored to bare witness.
7:00PM Dinner and band practice
After my session, I dove into some food (wild rice, tempeh, romanesco, kale, tahini and nutritional yeast in case you couldn’t tell!), and hopped in my car. Due to some flooding issues of our practice space, we didn’t have a full practice, so one of my greatest homies (oh, and our bassist) and I went over some lyric placement so that I am extra prepared to shred when the space dries out.
9:00PM Shower, dudefriend snuggle, 1 episode of Gilmore Girls, and sleep.
In roughly that order, I relaxed into my off time, mentally high fived myself for a very fulfilling day, and got some shut eye. I am an eight-hours-of-sleep-or-bust type of babe, so I have a strict 10:00PM lights out policy if I plan on having another early morning the next day (which I do!)
See you guys tomorrow with a brand new recipe!
When I was a kid I loved to find tiny corners of my house and make them my super secret special “office” spaces. Once I found a nook to call my own I would haul all of my books to the corner, alphabetize them, and bring a pile of notebooks and blankets. I cornered off my section of the house with knitted afghans, and made to-do lists in my newly private space. I thought about my new life in my fort and how it would be my office for my new “business”. I used different hovels as a home base to brainstorm from ages 5-15 and after I moved out of my parent’s house and began renting my own spaces, I still preferred them tiny and quiet. Although I love living with my partner, and I love the majority of the roommates I have had over the years, nothing has ever felt better to me than living alone in a small space.
I suppose it comes as no surprise that I am mildly obsessed with the Tiny House movement.
I have spent countless hours staring at pictures of those tiny homes on wheels and trying to figure out how in the hell I could afford to buy one. I’ve thought about selling stuff, I’ve thought about teaming up with other people, I’ve wished I didn’t blow my money-borrowing wad on student loan debt.
Almost exactly a year ago I had a really stupid idea that was very intriguing. I knew an official Tiny House-house was not in my immediate future, but some sort of backyard dwelling Tuff Shed seemed like it could be. I started combing Craigslist for Tuff Shed bargains and finally found one three hours away, for not-too-expensive considering. The seller was a man named Larry, and he wanted to get rid of that thing quick, and also just-so-happened to be a carpenter. He said he would deliver my new 10’ x 12’ x 8’ home and help me build it up. It seemed a perfect idea, despite how confused a lot of people around me were about the plan. (“Why is Lacy planning to live in a shed?” was a question my partner got probably more times than he could count.)
My Tuff Shed home construction had a few bumps in the road. First of all, it was not insulated and it was fucking cold in there, or hot depending on the time of day. Since I live in a place with an extremely mild climate I hadn’t thought insulation would be all that necessary, but wellllllll, it turns out I am a bit of a temperature baby, so we insulated the walls. (Have you ever insulated anything?! That cotton candy looking fluff is literally the devil. I would not wish it on my worst enemy). After that, Larry and I sheetrocked, mud and taped the cracks, and sanded. I left the ceiling open, because by Golly, that just seemed too hard and good ole’ Larry was REALLY not tryin’ to lift sheetrock over his head. He also left one day saying “I’ll be back next week” and I never heard from him again. I couldn’t blame him! Constructing that thing was a pain in the ass.
After a few days of chilling in my wall-but-not-ceiling sheetrocked home I knew it would still be too cold unless I finished the job. I recruited every person I knew to help me with that, because sheetrock + overhead = harder than any workout I wanted or needed to do. I found a tiny wood burning stove online (I think it was made for ice fishing?!) and tried to calm my shaking frame as my friend Leonard chiseled a hole in the ceiling for the chimney.
Once the foundation was up, I spent my nights priming and painting my shack walls, installing shelves, running electricity out to it, crying while trying to snap in hardwood floor by myself for hours before another friend came over and helped me get it all in in thirty minutes. I went through my stuff, combing my items for expendables and cried even more as I got rid of things that I loved but didn’t need and wouldn’t fit in my new tiny space. My clothing dwindled considerably and my new book situation became straight up sad.
I kept two crates of records, two typewriters, and a rack for my cheap earrings. I gave away my bed frame, my desk, chairs, a bookshelf. I installed a little motion sensor light and some window bars, because I discovered that living in the backyard made me disproportionately afraid of murderers. Last January I spent my first night in the shack and today the amount of money I have saved in rent has added up to it paying for itself.
I am not a person who takes on reasonable goals, and building my little home really demonstrated that. I bought the thing thinking “I don’t know how to use tools or anything but I’ll figure it out! Whatever!” and the subsequent months were full of frustration, irritation, power tool injuries that could have been a lot worse, and money frittering itself out of my bank account. I learned how to use a jigsaw, a table saw, a drill, Ikea snap in floor instructions, why it was important to level things, and how to take deep calming breaths. I figured out really quickly that some days I would have to skip my workouts if I really planned to do shack work all day, because the whole thing was extremely, incredibly physically and emotionally exhausting. I gave up my in-the-house room before the out-of-the-house room was really ready, and I figured it out as I went, ‘cause I’m Lacy Davis, and that’s kind of what I do.
Building my shack showed me big and amazing thing about feeling good in my body. In the process of building I spent my weekdays teaching and working out. On the weekends I got to put responsibility aside and just build. I listened to talk radio and focused for hours at a time without a single body image thought (positive or negative) entering my head. Some days I forgot to shower or brush my teeth and I went to bed paint spattered with aching knees. No matter how much I lifted or how fast I ran in the gym, I never felt as proud of my body as I did when I locked my little door, crawled up to my loft, and slept.
It feels good to be sheltered by my body’s accomplishments.
One more thing: The body part I used the most in the construction of my shed was my mouth. Time and time and time again I realized that I desperately needed help and that the only way to get it was to ask. I consider asking for help as big an accomplishment as the building itself. Thank you so much to the seriously countless people who got involved.