Our Screen Free and Sugar Free Experiment

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Whenever I try something that’s a little off the beaten path (even for me) I like to call it an experiment. Being a mom four times over has humbled me and I do not claim to be an expert or some sort of super mom in any way.

So, please know that I was that mom who had all these ideas of how I would raise my kids and then I actually HAD kids, a lot of them, very quickly, and many of those ideas and aspirations went right out the window!!

Also, please know that I am in no way trying to prescribe this as something other moms or families should do – and I don’t know that we will do this forever either – but I’ve gotten a lot of comments on it, so I thought I’d share our experience.

After a crazy holiday season with sugar overload and my husband being off for two weeks (he’s a teacher) it was a TOUGH re-entry into our normal routine of school and bible study and grocery shopping and life. The very first Monday back (January 9th to be exact) after my kiddos woke up in a TERRIBLE mood and all of them collectively fought me on EVERY single activity from getting dressed, to using the bathroom and even sitting to eat breakfast – it had only been one hour and I was already being stretched to my limits – I made a very knee jerk and drastic proclamation. This would be a NO SUGAR and NO SCREENS day!

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I don’t think my kids really knew what to make of this.

“Do you mean, I can’t play Angry Birds? What about dessert after lunch or dinner?”

“Nope. No screens and No sugar – you will not be watching TV or movies or playing on my phone or the computer.”

Of course, like everything else that day, they fought me. I believe there was some heavy negotiation and a few tears, but I stuck to my guns. I felt like a detox period was in order and I just needed to pull in the reins a bit.

You see, prior to this day, I was getting lazy. If I was still in the middle of some work when the kids woke up (I typically work from 5am – 7am every morning) I would let them turn on the TV and watch a show. And because they were quiet and entertained, I would keep working, sometimes they would watch a solid 2 hours before they had even had breakfast. Then we’d eat and chat and do a little school and if we didn’t have a play date – there were days I would put the TV right back on – so I could finish the breakfast dishes or send a few emails.

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After lunch, same thing, there were days when it was TV, ok turn it off mom needs you to do something (eat, school, get in the car, etc.) and now back to the TV.

That, and the constant asking for candy or ice cream or chocolate – I didn’t have a lot of sweets in the house, but always just enough that there was SOMETHING they wanted at all times. I felt like all my interactions with the kids was either begging (or yelling) at them to come do something, or telling them no, or fighting with them to get school done, or not be too crazy in the store. It was so much negativity around our interactions and then, because I was exhausted, I would throw them right back in front of a screen.

Just being completely 100% honest here.

So, when I told them the new rule, I wasn’t even sure I could follow it. But I had said it, and I didn’t want to go back on my rule because then it would be open season on all rules. this. was. happening.

Surprisingly, after the initial moment of being upset, the kids did pretty well. They asked a few times to watch a show, but when I gently reminded them it was not a screen day, they moved on and found things to play with. I was amazed at how MUCH they were playing and how little they were fighting. I also started interacting more with them in their playtime. I had to really…when they did fight and needed a referee it just made more sense to sit and play and head off arguments before they began than to try and do something and get interrupted every couple of minutes.

Something amazing began to happen, I started really enjoying my kids more. My interactions weren’t just limited to me needing to get them to do a certain activity or get out the door or stop hitting your sister!! I was playing with them more, being silly with them more – and when they were content on their own (which they learned to do really quickly) I would work extra hard to get whatever chores and things I needed to do with focus and urgency. In the past when they were watching shows, I would take my time and browse social media for a bit before diving in because I knew I had time. Now I had to work more efficiently.

Not only that, I noticed their ability to focus was improving, when we sat down for school or went out and they needed to be more calm or quite, it was a marked difference.

Now, don’t get me wrong, they still fight, I still have to struggle through parts of our school day and the mess (now that they are playing so much more) has been a lot more to keep on top of – so no – this hasn’t been a magic pill for perfect children – but – BOY do I see a difference!

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I decided to continue our no screen and no sugar rule for a few more days and it naturally morphed into a during the week rule. Monday through Friday we don’t do sugar or screens, on Friday afternoon on our way home from their sports program we stop at Wendy’s and everyone get’s a frosty, that is our end of the week celebration, and then we usually do pizza and a movie for family night.

Again, this is just what we do, but I am absolutely loving it and thought I’d share just a little bit more. I feel like it’s something that from the outside looking in seems harder than it really is. There are moments when I just want to give in, I just want to put on a show or buy them some ice cream, but then I push through and we find something else to do, we spend more time outside or I involve them in my chores and things I need to get done.

I’m so proud of my littles and I love that our interactions have become more meaningful, I am enjoying them so much more and loving the richness it has brought to our weekdays.

 

Garbanzo and Spinach Hash

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This meal was so simple and delicious so I knew I HAD to blog it and share the goodness.

You really only need three ingredients plus some seasonings and olive oil.

Start 1 turkey kielbasa and sauté with a small amount of olive oil until cooked and browned.

Take the kielbasa out of the pan and add in one can of garbanzo beans that have been drained and rinsed. Add to a sauté pan with a little bit of olive oil, season with salt, pepper, garlic powder and chili powder (sorry I don’t measure, but start with a small amount of seasoning and then taste and adjust accordingly). Once the garbanzos are heating up, add in several handfuls of spinach and re-season. Cook until the spinach is wilted and add back in the kielbasa.

It’s really that simple and GOOOOOOOOD! The garbanzos are creamy and the chili powder gives it a little smokey bite which works so good with the kielbasa.

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Speak Life

I’ve always been fascinated with the power of words.

You can’t touch them. They don’t cost anything.
But they have unparalleled power.

I wonder if there is anything that has more power than words.

I’ve recently started doing morning affirmations with my daughter. I noticed her experiencing some negative self talk, getting really down on herself when she makes a mistake and feeling like she’s not as smart or as good as her older brother. So, I decided to battle that with the most powerful weapon I could think of: words.

Every morning this week, as I brush her hair, I pull out my list of affirmations and I say them to her, one by one.

“I am smart.”

She looks at herself in the mirror, her beautiful almond shaped, light brown eyes get a little brighter.

“I am smart.”

She repeats. I keep brushing and move on to the next one.

“I am loved.”
“I am a good helper.”
“I try my best.”
“I am God’s treasure.”
“I am funny.”
“I am creative.”
“I am beautiful inside and out.”

When I reached the end of the list on the first day she turned to me and said,

“Ok, now it’s my turn!”

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant. She looked at me through the mirror (I still wasn’t done brushing all the tangles out) and said,

“I am a good mommy.”

I was completely taken aback! She held my gaze, expecting me to repeat the affirmation, and so I did. I looked at myself in the mirror and said, out loud,

“I am a good mommy.”

She continued on:

“I am a good coach”
“I love my kids.”
“I am a hard worker.”
“I am strong.”

Each time she spoke and I heard through her little voice what she thought of me, what she saw in me and then verbalized it myself, looking straight into my own eyes, at times, willing myself to believe some of the things that I was saying, it was nothing short of emotional.

I’ve believed in the power of affirmations for a little while now. I’ve believed that they are valuable and powerful but to be honest, I still feel a little silly doing them. Especially when I am alone. To speak out loud, to no one, really positive things makes me a bit uncomfortable. But in that bathroom, with my daughter’s hair half brushed I realized the power of affirmations.

When vocal chords strike together and sound waves move through the air, you may not be able to touch it, but something physical and real happens.

We’ve done our affirmations every day for the past week and a half now. First me and then her. Every day there are certain affirmations I hear her say with more conviction than when we started. Every day I have to swallow the lump in my throat when she starts on mine.

I decided that I want to surround myself with some more affirmations and so I created several iphone wallpaper images for my lock screen. I will be changing them regularly and saying them *out loud* at the end and start of every day (and throughout the day as I need them).

Words are powerful and life giving and completely free and completely within your control. Do you do daily affirmations? Do you speak scripture over yourself and family? Do you ever feel silly speaking it out loud when you are alone? I’m still a newbie, but I’m excited to continue our daily hair brushing routine.

Save these photos to your phone to set as your wallpaper and start your day (or end it) with your own affirmations!

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This is How We Grow

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Through dirt.
Through repetition.
Through failure.
Through hard places.
Through persistence.

Over a year ago I was at a personal development seminar and we did a visualization exercise – I closed my eyes and had to imagine myself getting into a boat and this boat took me down a river. The river was time and as I sailed down it time was passing. I got out of the boat and saw a house and I walked up to the house and knocked at the door. When it opened it was me, 10 years from now. My older self leaned over and whispered something to my present self.

(Are you completely weirded out yet?!)

The speaker leading us through this exercise wanted us to write down what the older self whispered, but in my mind my older self didn’t whisper anything to me, she wasn’t any older or wiser, she hadn’t accomplished anything, she was the SAME me – only older and more tired.

I hadn’t changed or grown.

I wanted to throw up. I was gripped with fear – is that going to be true?
Will I grow?

As humans we long for growth. We long for change. New projects, obstacles, lessons and challenges. This longing is kept in balance with our inner fears and love of comfort. However, no matter how much we fear change, we will shrivel up and die (not literally but emotionally and spiritually) if we don’t change and grow, or at least attempt to change and grow.

Being stuck is absolutely horrifying. Even more so when you see others who are doing what you cannot do and growing where you are not growing.

So, how do we do it? How can we change? How do we grow?

This is a topic that many – many people have written many –  many books on (The Power of Habit and The Slight Edge are two of my favorites) but here is my experience.

Step 1: Exposure

You can’t change what you don’t know to change. Step one for me is always exposure. I am exposed to a new way. I see a better type of living and usually it blows me away!

I remember one of my very first personal development books was The 15 Laws of Growth. Each law that was presented was revolutionary. I’m reading this man’s writing, the laws that he has in place for growth – laws like a monthly review of his schedule and mapping out a growth plan amongst other practices and my mind is being blown. People actually DO this? People actually have a PLAN for growth?

Exposure.

Step 2: Trial (and Error)

After being exposed to this new way, whether it be personal growth, a fitness plan or cloth diapering, if I am convinced that this is something I want to try, I usually jump right in. I research what I need to get to implement this new way.

Of course, because I have never done it before I am clueless as to the pitfalls and costs that await me. More often than not, I go strong for a bit and then fail. Things start to unravel. My lack of experience shows and I go back to the old way.

Only it’s not the same, because now, in the back of my mind I’m discontent with the old way – even though my first attempt failed, I’m ruined! I can’t stop thinking about the new way and the growth I want to see.

Step 3: Deeper Knowledge

After my initial failure, I usually try to think through (sometimes subconsciously) why it didn’t work. Sometimes it’s obvious (like when I started cloth diapering and didn’t have a travel wet bag for my dirty diapers and had to use a regular plastic bag instead. Never did I get that smell out of that diaper bag) and sometimes it’s not so obvious what needs to change.

Regardless, I tend to jump back in to the learning phase to get more information. Now that I know the pitfalls, I am more targeted in my research and training. I know the questions to ask those who have gone before me. It’s learning on a totally different level.

Step 4: Try, Try Again

After my second go-round at learning it’s time to jump back on the horse. This takes a fair amount of courage, especially at the end of my last attempt and this is typically when I have to decide and count the cost whether I REALLY want this growth in my life or not.

Many times, I see someone doing something and I think: “Oh, that looks like a fun idea.” but after trying and failing and researching again, I decide this just isn’t something I’m willing to spend THAT much time on.

If, however, I have decided this IS something I want, even with the costs and the effort it will take, I have to try again. Things usually go better, but I still feel like a newbie, I still feel like I am just *barely* executing – not mastering, but at least squeaking by.

Step 5: Refining

Over time I start to gain mastery of whatever it is I’m trying to do, and then I get discontent and I think: “How can I do this better?” I get more instruction and training and then I implement them.

Learning and then doing.
Doing and mastering.
Learning more and then doing.

Things never stick the first time.
I’m never a master after my first try.
Reading that very first personal development book – those 15 laws, I felt like my eyes were crossing and the principals were crazy, extreme and quite frankly, unbelievable.

Would you believe, nearly 3 years later I am, almost effortlessly, doing almost every single one of those laws.

It’s an ebb and flow. A learn and do. Pushing through dirt. Moving through failure. Learning what doesn’t work and what does. Watching life change and then having to learn all over again. Doing and getting into the business of change and then pulling back and reading and learning. Always going deeper, always seeking to improve – but most important of all: being patient.

I’ll probably have to hear something 100 times before it sticks. I’ll probably do it wrong the first 50 times, but just like a baby who learns how to walk, I can fall and get back up and fall and get back up – each time my balance improves. Each time my muscles strengthen.

How do we grow?

Inch by inch.
Through dirt.
After many mistakes.

If you are standing at the bottom of what seems like an insurmountable mountain – changes you want to make in your life that seem impossible. I’ve been there! I’ve felt overwhelmed, and then dipped my toe in and flailed about and then took a break, and then tried again.

Inch by inch – we all grow the same way – patience, hope and hard work.

I Am the Driver

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So, my Christmas tree is still totally up.

I’m not even ashamed – today is the day it all comes down! (Although I’ve said that at least four times now)

To be fair, yesterday was my husband’s first day back to work – he’s a teacher, so as long as he’s on “Christmas break” it’s totally legit for us to still have the tree up….at least that’s my logic.

Yesterday was day one back on our regular schedule – homeschooling, business hours, new chore chart (gah!) and meal planning, the whole shebang.

Unfortunately the day started a little rough. My first child to wake up, climbed into bed and asked me what we would be doing. I explained (with as much excitement and positivity in my voice as I could) that it would be a normal day! School, chores, play time, etc.

Tears. Anger. Utter disbelief.

“A NORMAL DAY?!?! We’re not going to do ANYTHING fun?!”

Oh boy. Hello Monday!

The day unraveled from there. Another child of mine LOST IT (like screaming, flailing on the floor, crying, throwing things, it will go down as the biggest tantrum in my mothering career to date) because I told them they had to share the craft supplies – yup, how dare I?

Getting back into a routine is hard.

Here’s the cool part. Yesterday was actually a REALLY good day!

I started it early, before the crazies got up – even though the baby kept me up quite a bit, and I got to bed late from witnessing my little niece’s birth, but I knew I’d need my morning time (boy was I right!). I read scripture and then listened to my personal development book of the moment called The Energy Bus while I got dressed for the day, brushed my teeth etc.

It was just perfect! The chapter was called: You Are the Driver.

No matter what happens TO ME I get to decide how I respond. I get to decide how I am going to see the events in my day and my life. I am the driver of the energy of the day.

I decided right then and there to set the tone for the day! As difficult as it was – I remained positive. I did not lose my temper with my kids. I was loving and gentle – I decided that we would have a sugar free and screen free day – I stuck to my decision, no matter how much the kids himed and hawed. We even went grocery shopping (yup) with all four, and it was ok! My positivity stayed constant – I had the mindset that my children’t actions didn’t mean I was a bad mom, I didn’t have to “make them” obey perfectly, they could have a bad day but that didn’t mean I had to.

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Please don’t think I am some perfect super mom – because I am not. There were SEVERAL moments yesterday that I wanted to snap. I wanted to yell, I wanted to throw my own tantrum – yes, my kids make me lose my shit on the regular, I’ve got four of them after all. The point of this post is the POWER of a mindset shift.

Because I had the mindset I did, because I realized that I HAVE THE POWER to be resilient to what goes on around me. Because I was DETERMINED to remain positive and give my children grace (and by grace I mean I didn’t put up with their tantrums or give in, but I just did it with lots of love and hugs) the day ended up pretty fantastic.

No matter what you face – crazy, out of control children, barely 2 hours of sleep, a boss who is out to get you, people who talk evil about you behind your back, or any number of difficult things – YOU ARE THE DRIVER.

I hope that gives you hope – I know it did for me.
Every time a child erupted in tears – “I am the driver.”
Every time I felt overwhelmed at the to do list – “I am the driver.”
When someone else’s negativity started to seep into me – “I am the driver.”

This is MY life and I only get one, I know what kind of energy I want in my house and in my life….now if you will excuse me, I hear one of my children crying and I REALLY need to get that Christmas tree taken down.

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And I’ll Do It a Thousand Times Again

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Every year (for the past few years) I have chosen a word for the year. Something for me to focus on and rally around. A word that not only accounts for where I have been, but where I want to go.

Last year was quite a year of transformation. I transformed my body – it once again was sacrificed for a sweet child of mine, became round and full, gave birth and then healed and returned, stronger than ever.

It was a year where I took on the daunting but beautiful task of formally educating my children at home.

At the same time I was attempting to attain the highest yearly award that Beachbody has to offer and bring significant growth to my team and business.

It was a year where I was at my weakest, most vulnerable and quite frankly saw some pretty amazing failures. Being pregnant is not my favorite and that’s what I was for half the year. Having a newborn and not sleeping, while a special and magical time, is not ideal when starting something as daunting as homeschooling AND running hard after a large business goal, and that’s where I found myself for the second half of the year.

And yet, this year, in the midst of the hormones and the failure and the struggle – I went through a profound deepening of my faith. I had no other option, my stores were running dry and I was woefully inadequate for the rising demands and yet having less than normal strength and energy – and so I ran to HIM who is able to provide more than I could ask or imagine.

This is the year my business goals were not achieved, I added a fourth child to our family, I began homeschooling and I rekindled my faith.

In other words – it was a painfully, hectic, beautiful year.

I not only grew in my relationship with the Lord but I realized that if I was to continue on being all these things: wife, small group leader, mother, teacher, fitness coach, entrepreneur and mentor and still thrive, I needed to face some of my weaknesses (mainly organization) and level up and RISE to the calling.

I sought out tools, in my many failures, I decided that every time I fell, I would not let that be a sign to quit, but a learning opportunity to get new tools, learn new things, become better and stronger and try again. Fail and fail and then try, try, try again – was my mantra in 2016.

So I did. Tools have been gathered, lessons have been learned and as I face 2017 with a 6 month old (who still isn’t sleeping through the night, but…) who is less demanding than a newborn, half a year of homeschooling under my belt, new business goals in my sights, better skills and a mindset that will no longer allow me to hide behind the excuse of “I’m just not a _________ person.” I feel SO excited.

This is my year to RISE.

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This is my year to put my hand to the plow, to implement what I have learned, to brush off the dirt from my knees and to RISE. To build, brick by brick the life we long to live – to stop making excuses for why we aren’t there yet and just do what needs to be done – period – when we feel like it and when we don’t.

When the alarm goes off at 4:50am – I will RISE.
When the first attempt to teach the kids fails – I will RISE.
When others around me are giving excuses – I will RISE.
When my own fears whisper in my ear – I will RISE.
When the house is a mess and the to do list is long and I’m let down again and that phone call comes in with bad news like a gut punch to my soul – I WILL RISE.

I will build a life that RISES above mediocrity and complacency and discouragement and settling for earthly riches rubbish and I will RISE to meet my Savior, every morning, see who HE sees me to be, and shake off my guilt and shame and small, short-sighted vision and RISE.

I think you may have guessed my word for the year.

It fires me up.
Like those first few, bright orange rays of the sun that slowly dim the darkness.
I will RISE.

(The theme song for this year inspired the title for this blog post and gives me goosebumps every time I hear it. You can listen in here)

It’s Not Me – It’s You: My Breakup with the Gym

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My relationship with the gym has been a long and varied one.

When was in college I joined a local gym, super close to my house. It was ladies only (I was incredibly self-conscious) and I signed a two year contract. I KNEW the stigma with gyms. I KNEW that most people got committed to a contract and never actually went beyond the first week or two and I was DETERMINED to go! It was right down the street, I had it all planned out, I would pack my bag and on my way home from work I would drive straight to the gym 4x a week. This.Was.Happening.

And for the first year, I did. Maybe not EVERY week, but I used it! It was where I learned how to use those crazy machines (kind of) and that I prefered the treadmill to the elliptical, free weights were more my style than aerobics classes.

But, as life has a tendency of doing, things changed. I got married and we moved to another neighborhood. Now it would take me 40 minutes one way in rush hour traffic to get to the gym and I knew I wasn’t going to make that happen, but it’s ok – I thought – in the contract it said that I could cancel if I moved away – perfect!!

Only it wasn’t. Apparently, moving away means moving over 23 miles away and I had only moved 18 miles away. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!? My only option was to pay the remainder of the balance if I wanted to cancel – which was about $260. TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY dollars, for something I would NOT use. $260 for NOTHING. ugh.

That hurt, but it is what it is and my husband and I decided that we could just bike around our neighborhood for exercise instead (ha!) and use this little community workout room near our apartment. We tried, we REALLY did. But the workout equipment was mostly broken and the weights were super light (in all fairness, the gym was free and the community was predominately elderly). Needless to say, our workouts were infrequent and the training was not effective.

Then I changed jobs and my new health care provider actually paid for my gym membership – IF I went 3 times a week each month. It seems even health care providers realize that it’s cheaper to pay for a gym membership now than to pay for health problems later.

I did this for a little while, but my new job was about an hour commute each way and to remember my workout clothes, work clothes, shower supplies and leave early enough to get in a good workout, plus shower, plus blow dry, plus makeup before I needed to be at work was a CHALLENGE. I stuck with it for a month or two but after a while I just couldn’t keep it up! Going after work was super hard for me as a newlywed, because by the time it hit 6pm I just wanted to get home to my hubby, cook dinner and be a cute little married couple.

Then we saw a deal at Costco for 2 years at 24 hour fitness. It was $300 per person ($600 one time fee up front!!) but when stretched over the 24 month period came out to $12 per month – $24 for both of us. We thought that would be PERFECT! We could go any time and we actually did. Most days waking up at 5am, working out together, it was pretty fun and we were pretty consistent – about 3 times a week.

And then, life happened again! I got pregnant. I had already suffered a miscarriage, and being a first time mom I was TERRIFIED to workout (I now see how silly that was, but back then I just had no idea) so I just stopped, 1 year left on our membership, and I stopped. Once again, leaving money on the table.

I did a few pre-natal workout videos at home (and by a few I mean, one video that I did maybe 5 times the entire 9 months of my pregnancy!) but pretty much stopped all exercise for 4 years until after my third baby was born.

It was at that time, after gaining 50lbs three times over and not being able to get rid of the last 35lbs from baby number three, that I started thinking of getting back to the gym. It was all I had ever known and seemed like what people do when they want to get fit – but with three small kids in tow and my husband in grad school plus working full time, I was just not sure how to make it work this time!!

The only gym that would even take my kids (because a lot of gym’s with child care require your kids be potty trained first) was going to be $76 per month and we just couldn’t swing that. Finally a Planet Fitness opened up in walking distance of my house and was only $10 per month – and no contract.

GREAT! I thought, I won’t risk leaving money on the table this time. Now the struggle was finding a time to go, because there was no childcare. I ended up going around 9pm/10pm after my husband got home. It was pretty tough, especially because after taking care of three kids all day I was exhausted, but I was so miserable with myself I was quite motivated. The only trouble, I felt like a newbie all over again.

I was so uncomfortable there. Lot’s of beefy men over at the free weights, sweaty machines that I still didn’t fully know how to use, especially now with a postpartum body that was completely unfamiliar with. So I stuck to the treadmill. 20-30 minutes of cardio, 2-3 times a week. But nothing was changing. The weight wasn’t falling off. I started going 4 times a week! Still no change. Finally I started going 6 times a week! And still, no change.

It’s so funny as I look back – to see my relationship with the gym. It’s like no matter how many times it failed to be flexible to adapt to my life changes, no matter how much lack of support it provided to help me through a pregnancy or a postpartum body, I keep coming back to it.

The end of this story is what you might expect. I finally broke up with the gym. I tried, for years, to make it work. I wasted hundreds of dollars and finally I realized – I can’t.

That’s when I started doing home workouts with virtual coaching and support about three years ago. I lost ALL the baby weight and more – I was taught how to eat to fuel my body through breastfeeding and my fourth pregnancy. I was trained by top trainers on how to use free weights with proper form and got to experience the fun of dancing fitness without the embarrassment that kept me from trying them before. I have no commute and can workout in dirty workout clothes if I’m a little behind on laundry. I have been working out 4-7 times a week CONSISTENTLY (even through my pregnancy and post-baby months) for three years STRAIGHT. Something I NEVER could seem to do with the gyms.

Tomorrow is a BIG day because tomorrow, these at-home workout programs I have used (and I’ve use several, because variety is the spice of life, and making workouts fun keeps me going!) ALL of them, are being unlocked and available for an incredible introductory price (through February 2017). I’m thrilled to see this happen – all access – for a full year – with online support (by yours truly) – plus nutrition plans!

Many of these workout programs I purchased individually for $80 – $40 EACH! (and to be honest, they were completely worth it at that price point – but now, to have access to ALL of it for one annual fee – is so brilliant!).

If you have been discouraged over trying and failing over and over again with the gym, it might be time to make the break, and find true love with at home workouts – and see the results you’ve been missing!

Message me for more information on the special introductory pricing, free coaching and other bonuses I am offering through February.

Me: after my three back to back to back pregnancies and my transformation with at-home workouts

Me: after my three back to back to back pregnancies and my transformation with at-home workouts

Working out from home consistently through pregnancy #4 made the bounce back so much easier!

Working out from home consistently through pregnancy #4 made the bounce back so much easier!

 

Disney Highs and Lows

Disney with four small children.
Oh where do I begin?

First let me say, we had a great time. We live in South Florida, so going to Disney is more of like an annual visit for a day or two (or three) instead of a ONCE IN A LIFETIME, pull out all the stops, trip.

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This wasn’t our first time and so we are used to the crowds and lines. We always expect at least one melt down from each kid each day. It helps to have our expectations in reality and not the holding hands, skipping in front of the castle, perfection that  you see on a Disney World commercial.

Even with all of that however, going to the parks is stressful. I truly enjoyed them, but I also really love the days of rest. The days when we are just on the monorail riding around looking at decorations in the resorts, going on scavenger hunts for hidden Mickey’s, making gingerbread cookies in our condo and strolling through Disney Springs.

I even noticed the kids did better on the days when we weren’t “ON A MISSION”. It’s crazy how OUR energy transfers to them!

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Vacations are challenging though. I know about halfway through I was feeling pretty discouraged. My kids were acting up more, fighting more, I was feeling like I needed a BREAK from them, but my husband had to leave half way through so no time for that! I felt bad that here we were on this awesome vacation and I was struggling with thoughts of not be a very good mom. Turns out you can’t take a vacation from mom guilt!

Thankfully MY mom was with us for the very last few days and she provided some much needed perspective. She encouraged me when I was in tears and reminded me that kids off their schedule, not napping, eating way more sugar than normal and in a stressful crowded park are going to have their moments.

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She also reminded me that the memories that will endure are the good ones – and we had a lot of good ones! Here are just a few:

  • The drive up: we made it fun, high energy music and dance parties, lots of snacks and silly audio books. Anything by Mo Willems is a big hit for my kids.
  • The new Soarin’ ride at Epcot – gave me goosebumps and made me want to travel the world!
  • Turtle Talk with Crush: One of those rare activities at Disney where the littles love it and the adults are laughing along as well! Also the aquarium is super impressive and captivating.

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  • Festival of Fantasy Parade at Magic Kingdom: we saw it twice and the kids were in awe each and every time! It also helps that this is our customary Mickey Ice Cream time.

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  • Unlimited popcorn: Our very first purchase was to get the holiday souvenir tub of popcorn and then we were able to enjoy $1.50 refills for the remainder of our trip – at all the other parks on all the other days and we used that puppy, because we are incapable of walking past that fresh popcorn smell without getting some.

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  • Hunting for hidden Mickey’s at the Wildnerness Lodge: You can actually get a sheet of paper with clues that take you all over the resort from the front desk and if you find them all you get a special prize!
  • Going to see Moana: We spent a day at Disney Springs and saw Moana in the movie theater – something we NEVER usually do as a family. It was perfect because the very next day we were surprised to see we could meet Moana and the kids were really excited!

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  • Frozen Sing-a-long: I never heard of this show, but it’s at Hollywood Studios and we did it for my daughter. It ended up being the MOST hilarious show! A comedic re-telling of the Frozen story interspersed with opportunities to sing the most popular Frozen songs at the top of your lungs. Even though I have been over “Let It Go” for months now, I had such a fun time, and the kids LOVED it.

Well, there you have it, the highs and the lows. Fernando and I have already decided the next time we hit up Disney it will be just him and me – Flower and Garden Festival – yea baby.

 

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My 3 Day Refresh Experience (while breastfeeding)

Let me start this off by saying, Beachbody does NOT recommend for nursing women to do the 3 Day Refresh as it is designed. Also, I am not a doctor and you should consult with one if you are concerned about doing this program.

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However, I had SUCH an amazing experience doing the 3 Day Refresh while breastfeeding and have gotten several questions about it so I thought I’d share!

First, my reasons for doing it.

My last few weeks of being pregnant, I was just SO big and tired and grumpy and let’s be honest I wasn’t prepping meals and eating health like I usually do! Then I had my sweet Maya and three weeks later we were off to Nashville, where I wasn’t too strict either. Every month since then I have traveled at least once, and traveling with an infant and small children is CHALLENGING – so many, many things to think through and consider and while it IS possible to eat clean while traveling, it takes planning and effort and all my planning and effort got sucked up by the kids and I did not do well!

So then the holidays hit and I was like – I NEED to do SOMETHING to get my cravings under control. They have had free reign for FAR too long and my milk supply is strong and established and I think it’s time for a 3 Day Refresh.

What I love about this program is how it kills my cravings. How it resets my brain and helps me feel in CONTROL of my eating again. It’s such a great kickstart to jumping into healthy habits.

I was EXTREMELY nervous however, that it would affect my milk supply. Basically I would be eating high protein shakes, Shakeology and fruits and veggies and some healthy fats ONLY for three days. No meat, no dairy, no sugar, no grains.

When I started day one I was prepared to stop if I noticed any drastic changes to my supply but with the modifications I implemented I had a great supply all throughout and was able to drop some inches and regain control of my cravings like I had wanted!!

Here’s what I did.

I started my day with 24 oz of water (the program recommends 8oz)
I added an extra fruit for breakfast. 1 banana in my Shake and a grapefruit on the side.
I drank Mother’s Milk Tea for my mid-morning tea break (along with tons of water throughout the day – about 100oz total)
I did not limit my portions but I did stick with the recommended foods. So instead of having only a certain amount of asparagus for lunch I ate as much asparagus as I wanted.
I also would snack on almonds throughout the day if I felt weak or too hungry.
I did NOT workout – I am not sleeping through the night still so I felt like I needed as much energy as I could get!

Here are my results from the program (before is on the left and after is on the right):

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I don’t have a scale so I have no idea how many pounds I lost but I definitely lost some love handles and lower belly pouch (mom of four here! but I am determined to shrink that baby!). But even more than that – I felt so clear headed and energized and powerful.

If you are interested in trying this program and would like some support through it (and an awesome discount) feel free to drop me a message. I read each and every one and would love to walk you through it! I am planning to do another round right after Christmas because – you know, I’ll probably be enjoying myself then too :)

It’s all about balance, living YOUR life and knowing what tools can help you get back on track and living the life you want to live!

When Adding One More Thing, is Just What You Need

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“The Paradox of Self-Care”
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She sat there. A hard fought battle with her toddler to take a nap lay behind her, she had emerged victorious but exhausted. Toys and a half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich lay around her.

“How could someone so little make me feel so out of control?” she thought.img_0813

What she should do now was beyond her. The dishes, obviously, but there were also bills to pay and that cute craft she wanted to finish before the little one’s birthday party, picking up the toys and starting dinner were both good options as well. She was also starving and tired – so very tired – if she didn’t get off the couch soon she might just pass out.

She lifted herself up slowly and started to make a cup of coffee as she finished the leftover peanut butter sandwich. An alert on her phone got her scrolling through Facebook, and then she saw it – her old friend who had a baby less than a year ago, posting about how she’s working out every day, and eating healthy and feeling great!

“How the heck does she do it?” she thinks, as she stuffs the last of the sandwich in her mouth and looks down at her leggings and thinks of how flabby she still feels over two years later. “What’s wrong with me? I wish I could workout, I wish I had the energy, but I can barely keep my sanity as it is – how in the world could I add one more thing?”

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This story is not fiction. This story is me. This is me before I understood the paradox of self-care. I felt so discouraged by all my fit friends. I rationalized that they just must be the “athletic type” and I totally wasn’t. I tried to figure out how they found the time….their husband must work less, or their mom probably babysat for them all the time, or she could afford the fancy-schmancy gym with childcare. I created this whole story in my head of why it was possible for her and not me.

I was SO tired, and frazzled and overwhelmed and struggling just to get the energy up to clean the toys and dishes each day and not spend the kid’s nap time watching HGTV or sleeping. I wondered if I would ever feel like myself again. I was tired of hiding myself in baggy shirts and crying every time I had to dress for a fancy event or went shopping, because I hated the way I looked.

I honestly don’t know what shook me out of my funk, but one day I was ready to just give it my best shot and see what happens. I started working out – every day, at first it was just pure excitement to be trying something new – and I could do it at home, and it was only 30 minutes and I made it work. And then, a funny thing happened: I started to have more energy. I started to sleep better at night. I started to look forward to those workouts every day. I started to stand up straighter and my clothes started to fit better. I started to become addicted to working out. I started to be THAT girl, posting on Facebook about her salads and workouts.

img_0794Here’s the paradox of self-care, in those moments when you feel like you just can’t add one more thing to your life – THOSE are the exact moments when you NEED to add in self-care. Take a walk, exercise, eat something healthy, take a nap or read a good book and pray. The paradox of self-care is that when you add it to your life – all of a sudden you go from feeling like you can’t handle one more thing, to feeling like you can take on the WORLD.