Coach Kirstin

So my regular group of friends is pretty tight.  We have brunch together at the same place and generally the same time every sunday.  Its the same jokes and fun.  We get along really well and we get each other.  I made the fateful mistake of bring a guy I was dating to this event.  Disaster doesn't quite describe it.  But it was painful.  The jokes and humor wasn't shared.  Which put a damper on the festivities.  We disbanded for the day.  Repeat again today, a guy was being introduced to the group.  He was at least part of the conversation at times.  But our usual antics and humor, didn't work with him.   So I was wondering: are we just a tight knit group and we don't let others in?  or are we judgmental of those our friends date? Meeting the person you are dating's friends can be a really big deal.  Thats like make or break.  They were there before you.  They hear about you when your not around...

So I will whole heartedly admit when I come off a training cycle, I go all off.  Like an alcoholic falling off the wagon going on a bender.  Eventually I get disgusted with myself and get my act together.  It took 3 weeks of this nonsense.  But today I "turned over a new rock" as my friend says it.  So today I spent cooking.  Which I think is also part of my slothful phase post training cycle.  I have spent 6-8 weeks cooking every meal, very few are cooked for me, so all I want to do is eat and not have to prepare it.  Or think about it.  Enough of my complaining.  So in last weeks veggie box I had green cabbage, stupid Irish holiday.  I didn't know what to do with it, so was googling away.  Came up with Kimchi...only to find out after I had searched 4 stores with no luck for my ingredients, I had the wrong cabbage.  So back to the drawing board and found Martha Stewarts recipe for roasted green cabbage .  It turned o...

Those were the words I heard from my Dr this morning after I said "that was a lot" after he took the needle out of my toe and I took a few deep inhales after releasing my death grip on the table. I apparently have a torn ligament in my toe, still. I did it last fall prepping for my last fight. It got better after seeing him but I hurt it again this last training cycle. I tried telling him that I don't like needles but he looked at the tattoo that covers my entire thigh and just laughed. I also have a torn meniscus in my knee. Icing on the cake, I woke up with a bruise on my boob approximately the size of two fingers. Fighting breaks down my body. But it makes me better. I'm in the best shape of my life, odd that I've gotten in better shape as I have gotten older. It provides me with the mental fight to be able to get through anything. Except putting a needle into my toe.

I just threw out a Clementine .  It was my second one.  The first was great.  But I could tell the second was going to be bad.  The skin was thick.  Two pieces i n I gave up and tossed it.  I ’ m trying   to add more fruit to my diet.  To be honest, I don’t see much point in them.  I know I get some nutrients from them but the calories consumed to get those, just doesn’t seem worth it.  I say this off a fight cycle.  On cycle … I live for my fruit. But back to my alternate reality, where I throw out food when it doesn’t taste good.  I realized, I don’t eat anything that doesn’t taste good.  Even the healthy stuff that I don’t care much for the base flavor, I find a way to make it tasty for me to eat.  Like kale … add a little bacon and red wine vinegar and I can eat it for days.  Do you eat things because you are supposed to even thoug...

Initially it was such an uncomfortable thing. And now I've been this way for almost a year and a half. And I really like it. I do things on my own time and my own way. I have a great network of friends. But they get me and my space issues. And now I'm starting to date someone and its really hard. I like him and want to spend time with him but in baby steps. The honest truth is, I still prefer to spend time with my friends. And I feel like an asshole for being this way. My friends do have more rights to my time. Or do they? Or is he just not enough to steal me away? Or maybe I'm just not good at relationships. It's probably the later

I put an immense amount of pressure on myself when competing.  Who am I kidding, I put an immense amount of pressure on myself with almost everything.  Not that I wasn’t incredibly nervous, as always, about fighting yesterday but I was really looking forward to it.  It’s been almost 5 months since I fought.  I was looking forward to learning.  To the experience of fighting someone new for Muay Thai (I have had two smoker fights against the same person).  To learn something new about stepping into the ring.  To putting one more fight under my belt.  But my opponent withdrew at the last minute due to an injury from an earlier fight.  I’m still struggling to find the words to describe what that felt like.  It was 8 weeks of dieting, training, restricting myself, preparing mentally and physically, cutting water, not sleeping, stressing out and it burst in one wave of the ref’s hand with a no show.  It was...