What’s my “S”? December 8, 2015Posted by jeneypeney in a little help from my friends, all growed up, in it to gym it, life, return to athleticism, tattoos-day, Uncategorized.
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I have this great idea for a new tattoo. I want to get the outlines of all the states I have lived in together as they are on a map across my thigh; Illinois, Wisconsin, Indiana, North Dakota, and Minnesota. I also want to put a star on the spot of each town I have called home; Park Forest, Oak Creek, South Bend, Fargo, and Hewitt.
In my mind, this tattoo is badass and would echo those big changes in my life that always seem to be marked by a move.
But in reality, it will show so much more.
It will show the fact I never really found a place to truly call my home. It will show the sad truth that I’ve moved so much that I failed to keep in touch with SO many friends. This tattoo will show the matter of how I’ve never really found my footing in my professional career; I’ve never found my true passion. It will show that I have simply felt lost and alone for well over a decade.
All of this instability and uncertainty came to an epic climax when my mother died and no more than 3 months later my husband and I moved to a town with a population smaller than my high school graduating class. I was truly on the edge of a very long, very destructive downward spiral.
Alas, in the infamous words of my late grandfather, “Things work out.” And work out, things did.
You see, my mother’s passing kick-started a sort of obsession – not so much with health – but with not kicking the bucket. The last thing I wanted was to pass away from a heart attack that I could have prevented before I even turned 55. So when a good friend of mine entered me into a contest for a month of free personal training, I took her up on it. That is when 3S Fitness came into my life and I couldn’t be more grateful.
The 3 “S”s of 3S Fitness are strength, sweat, and soul. There is also an unofficial, invisible “S” – support. But in reality, the “S” that this company provides for ME that is most important is STABILITY. And I’m not just talking the kind that you get from the million and a half minutes of planks my trainer has assigned to me since starting my training program.
I have incredible workouts that I can count on to make me sore everyday (never has peeing or washing my hair been such a challenge) – and a trainer that I know will be with me every step of the way.
After years of depriving myself of foods and obsessing over calories, I have finally developed a healthy and satisfying relationship with food.
I now have a job that I adore. I work from home. I have been granted the opportunity to help women – and men! – grow with fitness and healthy relationships with food. I am ACTUALLY using both of my degrees. I couldn’t have asked for a more rewarding and fulfilling career.
I finally have an incredible group of friends that transcend distance and location. The 3SFitFam is an incredible group of women who will lift you up when you are failing, congratulate your accomplishments, and tell you it’s okay when you really just don’t feel like being a human that day.
So what’s your “S”? I suggest you begin with START.
Fra-gee-lay… must be French. December 1, 2009Posted by jeneypeney in tattoos-day, the holidaze.
What’s cookin’ home skillets?!
As most of you may have remembered, today is normally Tattoos-day. Alas, I ran out of ink
for now. So if any of you have some artwork (or know someone who does), and wants to showcase it here, shoot me an e-mail at jeney dot anderson at gmail dot com.
On another note, I will be sending Christmas cards out when I return from my luxurious week in Orlando and I need you hoe-bags to send me your addresses!
I will leave you with this. Because it makes me giggle.
Tattoos-Day : A New Chapter November 24, 2009Posted by jeneypeney in bad-ass-ness, life, post grad dilemma, shenanigans, tattoos-day, the midwest, workin girl.
Ink #11: Good Fortune
Design: Dragon Fly
Location: Right Inside Ankle
When: Summer 2009
Pain Scale: Eight out of ten
Artist: Joey Drada
Sad day… this is the last Tattoos-day 😦 However! If you, or anyone you know, is interested in featuring their own ink for a Tattoos-day, shoot me an e-mail at jeney dot anderson at gmail dot com.
I got this one right before I left for Fargo. I wanted to say goodbye to Joey and Mr. Max – and I wanted to get something to represent the newest chapter in my life. Moving to Fargo was one of the biggest transformations of my life. I moved away from family, friends, and everything I knew. As much as it scared the piss out of me, I knew it would be for the best.
There’s a story about Dragonflies that goes something like this:
In a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads, there lived a little water beetle in a community of water beetles. They lived a simple and comfortable life in the pond with few disturbances and interruptions.
Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and would never be seen again. They knew when this happened; their friend was dead, gone forever. Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge to climb up that stem. However, he was determined that he would not leave forever. He would come back and tell his friends what he had found at the top.
When he reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the surface of the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so warm, that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body changed and when he woke up, he had turned into a beautiful blue tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body designed for flying. So, fly he did! And, as he soared he saw the beauty of a whole new world and a far superior way of life to what he had never known existed. Then he remembered his beetle friends and how they were thinking by now he was dead. He wanted to go back to tell them, and explain to them that he was now more alive than he had ever been before. His life had been fulfilled rather than ended. But, his new body would not go down into the water. He could not get back to tell his friends the good news. Then he understood that their time would come, when they, too, would know what he now knew. So, he raised his wings and flew off into his joyous new life!
Moving to Fargo was my lily pad. And although I may not be able to go back to my old life, I know it is all for the better.