When the last game is over…

Growing up, sports were my life. Sports taught me lifelong lessons that I use daily in my personal life and in the workforce. I learned the importance of showing up every day, on time, and giving it all I had. The importance of teamwork and working towards a goal. During those years, I learned how to lose with grace and to win with pride. However, I did not realize how difficult of a transition it would be for me mentally when I closed this chapter.

Watching my body change in the mirror was more difficult than I had imagined. I kept telling myself, “What do you expect? You went from spending 2+ hours of moving your body every day to basically nothing overnight. ” I knew I wanted to maintain a healthy lifestyle, but I was struggling with how I wanted to move my body. The workouts I did up until that point were geared towards being a better basketball player. I was done with basketball. I struggled with what workouts I enjoyed now. I expected to gain all of this extra time, but instead, I found it extremely difficult to fit a workout into my life, which seemed to be overflowing with newfound responsibilities. Not only that, but I no longer had a regimented schedule set by someone else, forcing me to be in tip-top shape. I also missed the comradery and sisterhood I had grown to rely on over those 15 years.

I felt odd wrestling with this, considering I wasn’t a gymnast or a D1 athlete. Still, my feelings were real, and they were valid.

One day, I saw a Facebook post from a girl I went to college with, talking about her personal struggle with body dysmorphia post-college sports. This intrigued me. Not only was I impressed with her genuineness, but also with the number of comments from other women agreeing that the transition was shockingly difficult for them, too. Not only physically, but also mentally. These women weren’t Olympians; they were regular women just like you and me.

I started researching this topic, and it turns out “5–15% of males suffer from body dysmorphia, while 16–72% of female athletes suffer from body dysmorphia (Montgomery, 2010, as cited in Lack, n.d.). ” “Female athletes, are more at risk for body image problems and eating disorders than the general population. For that reason, they need specialized approaches to identification, management, treatment, and prevention. (“Athletes and Body Image Issues”)”.

I am in no way suggesting young women should avoid playing sports because those years were some of the most treasured years of my life. However, we need to start talking about how difficult and prevalent mental, emotional, and body image issues are when women close this chapter of life before they close this chapter.

I believe talking about this more openly is the first step. Before that Facebook post, I felt embarrassed about my internal struggles with body image post-sports. Letting other women know these feelings are valid and real is the first step.

We can also encourage women who are current athletes to find ways they enjoy staying active that are not dependent on their sport. That way, when the day comes, they aren’t forcing themselves to walk 3 miles on the treadmill when they actually hate the treadmill. Finding something they enjoy doing is key. It’s possible to find joy from physical activity just like they did while playing their sport.

In a world that glamorizes not aging or changing, we also need to be honest with women and tell them to not expect their bodies to look the same as they did when they were freshmen in college. Babys, full-time jobs, bills, and other “adulting” responsibilities are a part of the next chapter for most.

A changing body was difficult for me, but so was my decreased performance. Years later, I still struggle with not being able to perform as well as I used to be able to. I sometimes get mad, I can’t run as far without getting out of breath or squat as much as I used to. But I must remember that even the greatest athletes are usually not performing as they did at the peak of their careers, at the end of their careers. I can grow and work hard, but that doesn’t mean I will perform as I did at 18. Growing older is a part of life that must be accepted for what it is. This doesn’t mean we just give up and roll over, but it does mean some things may be harder to achieve, and that’s okay. The ultimate goal should be to want to be better tomorrow than we were today. Looking in the rearview mirror isn’t productive when the roads ahead are completely different.

We, as a society, need to remember to give ourselves grace. As women, we are ever-changing. Holding ourselves to unreasonable standards harms our emotional wellbeing. We must remember that our carefree lives where we had endless hours a week dedicated to sports and working out may not be reasonable now. Setting small goals like 30 minutes of physical fitness a day is a great starting place.

I would also encourage any woman that has an unhealthy relationship with food or physical fitness that could be detrimental to their health and wellbeing to seek professional help.

Being a female athlete was a wonderful chapter of life that taught us many things. But it’s our job to prepare the next generation of women to transition to life after sports with a healthier mindset. A mindset that prioritizes being healthier tomorrow than they were today. A mindset that knows growth and happiness is of great importance. A mindset that appreciates the body they have at this moment in time, even if it has changed over the years.

When the last game is over, your jersey is retired, and the crowd disappears, remember that you matter just as much today as you did when everyone was cheering for you.

xoxo,

Self-Love Savannah

Sources:

Lack, C. (n.d.). Eating and Body Dysmorphic Disorders. Lumen. Retrieved from https://courses.lumenlearning.com/abnormalpsychology/chapter/eating-and-body-dysmorphic-disorders/.

Place, McCallum. “Athletes and Body Image Issues.” McCallum Place Eating Disorder Center, 15 Mar. 2018, https://www.mccallumplace.com/about/blog/athletes-and-body-image-issues/.

Navigating Married Life

This weekend I will have officially been married for one year! Over the past 12 months, we have grown as a couple and have learned a lot, as we have navigated “married life”. Below are some of the things we have learned that I would love to share with other newlyweds or engaged couples. 

  1. Find things that will make your life easier, especially if they are things that cause you to fight. For example, if it bugs you that your spouse doesn’t clean his dishes because “the dishwasher does not work”, it might be a good idea to use the wedding money you received to buy a machine that washes your dishes for you. Thanks for the wedding money, guys, we may have bought a dishwasher.
  2. You’re going to bicker. Then you’re going to ask them what they want for dinner. Married fights are different; we ain’t got time to act too crazy. We want to cuddle and watch the game show network later.
  3. It takes skill to burn the meatloaf on the outside and have it completely raw on the inside when you go to cut it. Acknowledge your strengths, work on your weaknesses, and sometimes just give up and call Papa John’s. Let’s be honest, nobody makes meatloaf like your mama anyway.
  4. You may shrink his clothes. He may use your seasonal decorative towels that hang on the front of the oven as a napkin to wipe his BBQ chicken hands. It’s a learning curve that I didn’t mentally prepare for.
  5. Make it a point to look around and be grateful for the life you are building together. You are going to appreciate the $30 kitchen table you bought off Marketplace and refinished together more than anything you could’ve bought new. You will never forget sanding down the cabinets, painting the rooms, and making your house a home, together.
  6. It’s okay to enjoy your alone time. Solo Hobby Lobby trips are encouraged and recommended. Golf trips with the bros are healthy.
  7. With all of the distractions in the world, make sure you really listen to your partner. Every relationship guru says that “communication is key” for a reason. Speak to them like they are the most important person in your life because they are.
  8. Don’t stop saying “thank you”. Appreciation goes a long way.
  9. Prayer is key. Pray together and pray alone. Pray to be a better spouse and pray to have a forgiving heart. Pray for your future individually and as a couple. When times are good, pray. When times are challenging, pray even more. Sometimes you don’t know what’s weighing heavily on your partner’s heart until you hear what they bring up to the Lord in prayer.
  10. Even though the newlywed days are coming to an end (and hopefully so does the notorious question “how’s married life?”), I hope the honeymoon phase never ends. I hope you wake up on a random Tuesday with as much love and admiration for your partner as you did the morning of your wedding.
    I hope when you open up your towel drawer and see a big ol’ BBQ stain on your favorite fall decorative towel you can’t help but smile and remember how beautiful navigating this journey together is.

What they don’t tell you about grief

Nobody told me the tear-induced migraine would go away. The flowers would die. The food everyone gifted that week would be thrown away or consumed.

Nobody told me the worst of it wouldn’t be the days you were overwhelmed with support, surrounded by people who love you and loved the person you’re mourning.

Nobody told me about the random breakdowns in the car when their favorite song comes on. How so many random things trigger the painful reality that in this life they are gone, forever.

Nobody told me even the most significant days will feel off because even the highest of highs are a reminder that a large piece is missing. A void that will never be filled.

Nobody told me that grieving isn’t something you get over. Grief is something that begins the day they leave and it never truly stops. Some days are easier than others, while some days are so hard you don’t know how you’ll get through.

Some days you can’t stop trying to replay their voice because you never want to forget it. Some days you feel bad for not thinking about them until you do.

Nobody told me that at every funeral since the day you left, I cry for the family members’ loss but also out of empathy. I know too well the hurt they are feeling. The kind of hurt that feels so raw, so brutal, so unfair.

I cry because I know they will also realize there are so many things people never told them about grief. After all, it’s one of those things you have to go through to truly understand. I understand that now, and I am sorry if you do, too.





Moments to memories

My husband’s grandpa came over our house to drop something off. I heard them talking in the garage and I said hello, but then slipped back inside to allow them to have some time together. My husband came inside and told me his grandpa would be staying for dinner. My original plan of grilled cheese and tomato soup did not seem formal enough. I immediately started stressing.

What was I going to fix? We were newly married, and I was extremely new at the concept of cooking for someone other than myself. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy cooking, however, I like finding recipes that have been pinned over a million times and have 5-star reviews. I enjoy going to the grocery and crossing off every ingredient, getting home, measuring everything, and then cooking it just like they told me to. Straying from the game plan and adding new spices or swapping ingredients was not yet a strength of mine. Unless it was garlic powder, I seem to think that alone elevates every meal I make.

As I looked through the cabinets and in the fridge for something to make, I thought to myself “how could he just throw this on me?” I wasn’t prepared. What if it’s not edible? I need to impress my husband’s family, if it’s nasty he may think I am not taking good care of his grandson. Should I go grab my hubby and discreetly tell him to come inside and help me throw some ingredients together to make a masterpiece? Should I just admit defeat, start calling around town and get us a reservation for three? Trust me, I wanted to enjoy a nice meal with my husband’s grandpa, but at that moment I doubted my abilities.

Then it hit me. How much I would love to have my grandpa at our table for one more meal. How I would love to sit and talk with him for an hour, even if it was just small talk.

How I would love for him to randomly stop by and then invite him in for a meal.

Even if we ate a bowl of cereal, a grilled cheese, heck, I would be happy if we didn’t eat anything at all, that way we could really soak up every second we had together. That’s the thing you don’t realize when someone is on earth one minute and in heaven the next, the value of every moment.

You don’t realize the importance of a hug, a conversation, or a meal- until the realization hits that you will never get another one with that person.

It’s not really about the meal you’re fixing, it’s about the people around the table.
I sat there eating spaghetti and meatballs (that were pretty close to burnt because I was worried they would be raw in the middle) and instead of freaking out that they weren’t good enough, I soaked up this moment with my new husband and his grandpa.

Funny thing is, there wasn’t anything left on their plates. Turns out our bellies and our hearts were full on that random Monday night, the three of us will never forget. Next time, I will not be so focused on the meal I am making, but the memories I am creating with people I love.

“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory”- Dr. Seuss

Back & Better-

I stopped writing this blog. Not because I didn’t enjoy it because I did.

I can’t say I did not have time, because I managed to binge 44 episodes of Hart of Dixie in an embarrassingly short period of time. To the point Netflix had to ask me if I was still alive, well, and watching.

I can’t say I didn’t have anything to say because let’s be real, I talk way too much.

Honestly ladies, vulnerability is a scary thing.

People may laugh at me. People may notice my grammatical errors. People may send a screenshot to their best friends group text saying, “LOL this girl actually thinks people read this???”

I am sure there is something you really want to do, but the fear of rejection or being vulnerable is stopping you. Don’t let the fear of being judged stop you from selling that product, starting that side hustle, or posting that workout video.

Imagine if your favorite insta-famous weightlifter never posted her first workout video? Yes, I am talking about the one who started recording workouts on her iPhone who now makes a living, working out.

What if that YouTube makeup artist never posted her first tutorial? Yes, the one with her very own makeup line that is sold out everywhere.

Imagine if your favorite singer never had the guts to get on stage? The one who is now a household name.

That Instagram influencer? Y’all know she was worried people would make fun of her, but now she makes a living posting outfits, buying décor from Target, and telling people what she orders from Starbucks…. So let’s be real, who is the real winner here?

Think about any famous or successful person and realize it all started with the decision to follow a dream, even if people laughed.

Do that thing you have always wanted to do girl, it might just work out. And if it doesn’t at least you will never have that “what if” in the back of your mind.

Here’s to being vulnerable, being authentic, posting that dang picture, recording that workout, starting that business, and writing that blog….

Now is the time to become the best version of yourself, take some risks, and maybe even inspire some other ladies to do the same!

Xoxo,

Self-Love Savannah

My new life motto

The other day I stumbled upon a quote, “Life is short. Take the trip. Buy the shoes. Eat the cake.” That quote stuck with me and became my new life motto.

A few months ago, I was constantly obsessing over school and work and was forcing myself to go to the gym every day whether I really wanted to go or not. I avoided Target because I felt guilty for spending money on myself. On my off days I would want to catch up on household chores or Netflix episodes instead of going to do things with friends and family members. I was going through the motions of life with little consideration of my happiness.

When I unexpectedly lost my brother at 26 years old I realized how trivial and insignificant some of my stressors had been. When looking through pictures, I cherished the trips, family outings, holidays, and amusement park visits. I loved reminiscing on camping trips, summer days by the pool, and birthday parties. I loved having pictures to remind me of all the great times we had as a family.

Initially it was tremendously hard to find motivation to get out of bed, much less enjoy myself. Truthfully, I felt selfish when I was having fun because there was a huge piece of my life missing. However, all who knew my brother knew he put a lot of life into the 26 years he was given. He was never without a smile on his face.

One month after he passed I spent a week exploring the Western Part of the United States. There was something extremely freeing about standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon, hiking through Zion National Park, and driving down Route 66. Seeing the canyons, mountains, and desert reminded me of how amazing God is. It made me remember that there are still beautiful things to see and through all of the hardship I would be able to smile again.

I carry my brother’s mindset about life with me, which in turn pushes me to try new things. I feel him the most when I am doing things that feed my soul.

If you are reading this blog, it means that God has given you another day. I urge you to no longer pass up on opportunities to be with friends or family members because time with them is unbelievably precious. At the end of the day, the laundry can wait. Stop freely spending money on everyone else but feeling like you are not worthy of a pedicure, a coffee, or new shoes. Spend time in nature and stand at the edge of a massive mountain to be reminded of how small you are and how minuscule some of your problems are.

Most days you will have to go to work and do household chores. Every now and then break out of the monotonous schedule and plan an adventure. Take lots of pictures because you will want them one day. Take note of your happiness often and make changes accordingly. When you look back on your life you will almost never regret going on trips, spending time with loved ones, eating the dessert, or buying the shoes.

It’s okay to say no.

To the girl who is looking at her calendar, thinking 24 hours is not enough time to accomplish everything written down.

The girl who is overwhelmed yet never says no to other people.

To the girl who adds more to her plate each day and always forgets to feed herself.

Why do we as women always make time for other people, but give so little time to ourselves? Why do we allow our hair appointments to be canceled for 6 months straight, yet whenever someone calls us to do something, we refigure our schedule to make it work? Even if that means losing sleep, pushing back other responsibilities, or spending the entire time thinking about what we should be doing instead.

For so long I have tried to find balance in my life. Yet, I allowed my schedule to become overwhelmingly booked. I was always going, doing, planning. I would make time for so many people, without considering the most important person, myself.

I realized that saying no to other people, didn’t make me a bad person, it was actually the first step in saying yes to myself. It’s okay to pass up on hanging out with friends to do homework. But it’s also okay to say no because you want to lay in bed, watch Netflix, and eat ice cream.

I challenge every lady reading this to practice saying no. To practice passing up on things that may cause extra stress without worrying about being less of a girlfriend, daughter, friend, or sister. To say no without guilt, without explanation, and without hesitation.

Remember ladies, “anything that costs your peace is too expensive”.

Gym Life Lessons

I noticed this girl walking into the gym. But if we are being honest, the entire room noticed her. Her leggings were Lululemon or some other kind of expensive legging that I could not afford, and her hair was shiny and appeared freshly washed. I immediately wanted to redo my almost too-messy, messy bun that had survived a night shift, a nap, a 3-hour lecture, and now half of my workout.

I noticed my boyfriend casually glance her way and then mumble something about how she wanted attention. I hated that he felt he had to critique another woman to make me feel confident. Had I become the type of woman that seemed so insecure and jealous that my boyfriend had to pull out her one, possible flaw to make me feel better about myself? It was sweet, because after being with him for more than 4 years now, I knew this was his way of letting me know that in his eyes, no other girl compared to me.

But then I realized that is the problem in today’s world. We are so uncomfortable with someone having something that’s better than us that we find it necessary to put them under a microscope in hopes of finding some imperfections. Picking apart and hating on another woman who is also comparing herself to every woman in the gym, on her Instagram explore page, or on the magazine covers made me possess the ugliest trait of all- jealousy. And we all know, jealousy does not look good on ANYONE.

I stopped working out and stood dazed in the gym, pondering the immense difficulties we face as women. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a woman that approached me and said, “Weird question, but what leg workouts do you do? I want my legs to be more toned, like yours”. I was shocked, I had to do a double take to make sure she was talking me. You mean there was a fitness model in the gym and she wanted MY advice? For the next 10 minutes, we talked, we laughed, and I invited her to work out with me any time we were both in the gym.

It’s crazy to think that the girl next to you may seem perfect. But you never know how many people are thinking the exact same thing about you.

Instead of being the girl that hates, be the girl that builds other girls up. Instead of being the one that stares across the gym and picks a woman apart, be the one that walks up to her and says, “hey girl, you look good, teach me your ways”. Be the girl that understands there are always going to be women who are prettier, skinnier, funnier, smarter, and have more expensive leggings- but none of them are you. 

If you are reading this, I want you to remember that being a woman is hard, whether you are a size 00 or a size 28. In 2019, I hope all of us can reach a level of self-confidence that we do not have to pick apart the room to feel better about ourselves.

“Admire someone else’s beauty, without questioning your own”.

Xoxo,
Self-love Savannah

Female friendships.

I have three true, ‘I would answer your call at 3AM’, ‘I want your kids to call me aunt’, ‘I’d take a bullet for you’ friends. When the four of us met in the back of a middle school history class, it was like a scene out of a romantic comedy where fireworks go off and there’s an instant connection, but in a ‘let’s all be best friends’ type way.

From the outside looking in, the four of us are completely different. The one thing that has allowed us to stay friends for well over 10 years is that we never let each other go through things alone.

On our social media accounts are group pictures of us at proms, birthdays, graduations, baby showers, housewarming parties, and every other highlight reel moment we have had. But if you search through our photos you will not see us staying the night in the hospital with each other, or the four of us at the funeral home because one of us was mourning the loss of a loved one. I have never posted a picture of them crying on my shoulder, picking me up when I had a flat tire, or them stopping by to hang out for a few hours because they knew I had a bad day.

Friends who want to celebrate you during your best moments are important friends to have in your circle. But, lifelong friends are those that are next to you when the camera isn’t taking pictures. These friends are there for you without having to make it known to the world that they are there. Lifelong friends hurt when you hurt, and never want you to go through the bad times alone. Lifelong friends like the ones I have will drop everything that’s going on in their life to be there for me because they know without a doubt that I would do the same for them.

I know with full confidence that through the good, the bad, and the ugly I will have those three women by my side. I know this because when I look back, I have never gone through any significant moment without them. I believe that a support system who always makes you feel supported, loved, and understood during the good, the bad, and the ugly are the most important relationships you can form in this life.

If you are a female who does not have this kind of friendship, I urge you to continue being a good friend to all women you encounter. I do not know how God plans his pathways, but I believe you will stumble upon a female who is also looking for someone like you. If you do happen to have a female friendship like the one I described, hold onto it tight and cherish it.

I am challenging every woman reading this to make time for friendships. Make time for the birthday celebrations, graduations, and weddings- but especially make time for the breakups, failed exams, flat tires, and unexpected curveballs. Life is hard, every woman deserves a ‘girl gang’ that makes it a little less hard and a lot more fun.

Xoxo,

Savannah

Chain Reaction.

One December, many years ago, I was sitting on the couch at my grandparent’s house. Next to me was a piece of paper with a numbered list of organizations and charities. I recognized this handwriting, it was my grandpa’s.

“What’s this?” I asked my grandpa, holding up the piece of paper I had found. “Those are just a few places we donate to each holiday season. It’s important to give back” my grandpa responded, not looking away from the local news broadcast. I knew he had left this paper out accidentally because he was not the type of man to do anything for attention.

“But why Alice Lloyd College?” I asked.  Noticing it was first on the list even before the American Heart Association, Wounded Warriors, and Operation Homefront (all organizations my grandpa held dear to his heart).

“Growing up we didn’t have much”, my grandpa announced, finally meeting his eyes with mine. “One December day, two boys from Alice Lloyd dropped off some toys for us. During my childhood, those were the only presents I ever received. Because of that day, I send money to them every year.”

Each year that passes I appreciate my grandpa’s answer a little more. Whenever you give to others you have no idea how many more lives will be touched in return. I am sure those two college students thought that they were just dropping off toys to underprivileged homes. But in reality, that day molded my grandpa into the giver he is today. My grandpa has spent the last 50+ years of his life returning the gift that those young boys gave him. By being a light in someone’s life you can become a spark that inspires them. I believe if we all give a little more this holiday season, we can start a fire in our communities.

If you are reading this, I challenge you to find some time to give back to others. You can donate your time at a homeless shelter, the neonatal intensive care unit, a local nursing home, or a family member’s home that you haven’t visited in a while. You can donate blood, canned foods, or toys. You can write a friend a handwritten note, shovel an elderly couple’s driveway, or pray for those who are in need of some extra prayers.

Although a chain reaction is a great thing for our community, not all people will be able to return the good deed you give them, but I strongly believe those are the people who need it the most! For example, whenever people pay for the car behind them in a drive-thru line, sometimes it will go on for hours. Some may think that the person who ‘ended the chain’ should have kept the giving going, but I believe the chain was probably started with that person in mind. Give what you can this season. Even if a chain is not started, a life will be touched.

Xoxo,

Self-Love Savannah