Tuesday, July 19, 2016


Being a Beachbody Coach is something that is SO scary to me. I've almost quit 4 times (that I can think of) and I've been on the verge of tears more times than I can count. That's a pretty big deal for me. I'm really not much of a crier when it comes to my personal life--- sad movies, babies, Denzel Washington--- yeah, I cry about that, but not about my own stuff! Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because I want to share with you why I decided to do something that literally scares the crap out of me! Okay, not literally, that's disgusting! But, seriously, why would I do something that pushes me so far out of my comfort zone of Netflix and naps?

For as long as I can remember all that I've wanted to do is make people happy. I know, that sounds so cliche doesn't it? But it's so much more than that! I genuinely, 100 percent want to make people feel happy! I wish I could hand out balloons and suckers to everyone so that no one would feel sad anymore, but that's not real life.

Real life is waking up everyday and not feeling happy with the way you look or the way you feel.
Real life is bingeing on brownies or cupcakes or nachos or whatever because you had a bad day, or a good day, or just a regular, ordinary day!
Real life is just not feeling happy because you don't feel in control of what's going on around you and inside of you!

That was my life for a long time! For so many years I've felt like a victim of my circumstance. My life was dictated by my schooling, my homework, my job. I was a prisoner of my own insecurities! As a high school student it led to a lot of problems that plagued me for more years than I like to admit. That's when I found exercising and eating right. Even in those moments where I felt there was nothing I could do, I knew if I would just go for a run, or do some stretches, or eat some carrots instead of some cookies it would help.

As I slowly took control of what I could and learned to let go of what I couldn't, I found joy. It stuck with me through times of loneliness, a sick husband and a sweet baby that refused to eat or sleep for the 9 months of her life! I was able to find some happiness in the madness. And, I thought maybe I could help someone else find happiness through exercise and eating right, nutrition, and learning what it means to take care of your body. You know, it isn't about losing a certain amount of weight, or being able to fit into a particular size of jeans. It's about being happy with who you are, happy with the way you look and the way you feel and learning to love those bits that maybe aren't "perfect"!

I want to make people feel happy!
I want to give them 'balloons and suckers' through advice and education. I want to help them along this journey to find their own joy and peace and love!

That's what I want. That's what I hope for. That's what I'm excited about. And that's why I'm a coach.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

21 Day Fix

I've always found it awkward to share my fitness journey publicly. I don't know what it is, but I just feel like it comes off weird. 

I first fell in love with exercising when I was in high school. That is a story, in and of itself, and I won't go into the details now. Back then it was Denise Austin workout videos that my mom had recorded off the TV years before, and yes, it was a total "mom" workout. There was high intensity walking, jazzy music and outfits you could wear for Halloween. So, obviously I LOVED it. When that got boring, though, I took it to the streets. Hardcore, am I right? Actually I started out running around my neighborhood and that slowly progressed to 3 miles then 4 then 5. Running outside turned into running on the treadmill which then transformed into Zumba classes and occasional weight training ( which, let's be real, was mostly me pretending how to use the machines while I talked to my friends). 

When I got to college I tried to keep up with my routine but inclement weather and an overcrowded gym made that hard--- not to mention homework and my futile attempts at a social life. I ended up taking classes through the university and doing YouTube videos. College is weird. Who wants to work out when you can eat pizza with your girlfriends or watch movies with boys. You can probably guess what I chose! 

Through all of this my weight fluctuated. I remember one summer between semesters I would go to the gym for 2 hours a day and I still couldn't drop those 10 pounds I'd found at college. When I got married I had managed to get down to my high school weight but between birth control, our battle with Crohn's disease and jars of the yummiest peanut butter, I gained 10 pounds in a few months. Months, guys! That's a lot of freaking peanut butter! I felt bad. No matter how many kind things Matt said, I knew that if I was going to take control of my life it was up to me and me alone! I remember seeing a friend on Facebook rave about her results with Team Beachbody, but I had more excuses than I could handle and so instead I threw away the peanut butter and started taking care of myself again. 

Fast forward to this year. Somehow after I had Emiline I lost all of my pregnancy weight and then some. I don't know if it was from breastfeeding or magic or what, but despite wearing jeans I never thought I'd fit into, I didn't love the way I looked or the way I felt. Clothes didn't fit me the way I wished they would. My skin was loose and even though I carried around a baby all day I didn't feel strong or empowered; I felt overwhelmed. I discovered Beachbody on Demand and would workout from home as often as I had the energy. Then someone reached out to me and invited me to do a 21 Day Fix Challenge group. I almost said no! I was afraid I would be too weak, too unmotivated, but I was mostly afraid I would fail.  

That's when I came across this quote: 

And so I said yes. 

Now I've finished the 21 days and honestly, I didn't lose any weight and the only inches I lost was 1/2 inch around my waist. But that wasn't what it was about for me. I wanted to feel strong. I wanted to push myself in ways I had never done before. I wanted to reach for the potential that I believed I had inside. My body is sore. I missed brownies and Sodalicious runs and eating whatever the heck I wanted when I wanted. But, Matt tells me I look stronger (and sexier *blush*) and I feel good! I feel happy and accomplished and motivated to do it all over again. 

And that's why I signed up to be a Team Beachbody coach!  

Stay tuned for what's sure to be an adventure.