Lessons Learned

Self-love ❤️

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This little girl teaches me things every. There’s always something to see through her eyes. She makes me aware of simple beauties and simple joys. To be a kid again…

Something she does that I adore and find so completely innocent and yet profound is her self-love. She showers herself in affection, no matter what her hair might look like or how she’s dressed. Yeah, she’s a kid so that’s pretty normal. But when we as adults struggle with self-hate on a daily basis, there’s something to be said for loving yourself despite all.

I struggle. A lot. I’ve had some health issues and some mental stuff to work through and I’ve struggled desperately to lose the baby weight. I don’t often look in the mirror without some kind of self-hate or doubt crossing my mind. Especially as of late.

So I’ve been working through it and watching my child embrace herself no matter what. She loves what she loves and doesn’t bother with what she doesn’t. There’s something to be learned from that. She’s sweet and kind to all and has been showing affection since she was less than a year. There’s such a true innocence in children that we often attribute to their age and lack of knowledge of the world. But what if we all lived like that?

So instead of spending my time staring at my reflection and obsessing over the size of my hips or my c-section scar, I’m taking the time to praise myself and love myself. Do what makes you shine, tell yourself what you need to hear. At the end of the day, no one can tear you down unless you allow it. You are your own cheerleader, first and foremost. And what kind of example am I if all I exhibit is self-hate? I want to cultivate her natural state and teach her to grow, not show her how to tear herself down.

Am I exactly where I want to be? No. Will I be? Eventually. But in the meantime I’m gonna love myself. Because what’s more beautiful than self-love? Take a moment to appreciate yourself and what you love about yourself. It’s not being vain, it’s taking a minute to truly embrace the person you are today, for all your flaws and the things you love about yourself. Because flaws are beautiful too and make us unique ❤️

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Lessons Learned

Simplifying…

Wow life got really complicated for a hot (and long!) minute. Decisions I️ made and things I️ packed into my already packed day really have gotten the best of me lately.

I️ don’t do well when overwhelmed. Does anyone?

Being a full time working mom makes everything very busy. My girl is going to be two and doesn’t tolerate the phone or computer well. She wants my attention. I️ don’t blame her. And I️ don’t want her to remember the phone I️ had in my hand the whole time because I️ had to answer that text or email or I️ had to make that social media post.

I’ve gotten better at work emails, there is designated time for that. But social media…it’s been running my life. I’m taking back the reins and bringing this wild horse to a stop. Now.

I️ can hardly get my workout in, I️ definitely don’t have time to be posting about it. I’m not that witty and honestly, it’s become dreadfully stressful to try to be. I️ just want to be me, does that make any sense?

I️ want to embrace each day, and do as I️ want with what time I do have. I’ve removed Facebook from my phone completely. Nothing urgent enough to demand my attention can happen there. If someone needs me, they can call me. I’ll check it on the computer when I’m fortunate enough to be at one. #momlife LOL

Social media is amazing for keeping up with people. I want to see ALLLL the babies and I want to see what my family is up to, friends’ photography, what my friends did this weekend, who’s expecting and who’s engaged. I️ do! I️ want to see it AALLLL! But I️ need to stop looking at it every second of the day!

I️ love instagram because I️ love pictures. I’ll admit, instagram stories is a weakness of mine. I️ haven’t updated it in 48 hours *GASP*. I’m cutting back. I️ have to. I’m done letting life control me. I️ want to embrace it and enjoy it, not be busy documenting it.

I️ have read some amazing blog posts the last few days that have showed me I’m not the only Mom living in this realm. Everyone has their own life and their own decisions to make–this one is not for everyone and I’m not judging anyone for how they live and do and document. I’m talking about ME and what I️ NEED TO DO FOR ME. I️ miss the things I️ truly love to do that I️ haven’t been able to do–writing, reading, running, riding–because I’m too busy being attached to my phone. If I️ don’t document it on social media, did it happen?

Social media is an addiction I️ need to break. I️ feel sick about it in my belly and in my heart. I️ need more time for me and more time for my girl. She’s only going to be this little once. Shouldn’t I️ experience it first hand? And shouldn’t what I️ post mean something?

This isn’t to say you won’t ever see posts from me–don’t start thinking I’m saying one thing and then I do another. There will be posts, and there will be pictures. Just not on the reg. I️ need to take a break. For my sanity.

Do you feel this way? You aren’t alone! Comment below if you wanna chat about it!

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family · Lessons Learned

In case of an emergency….

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So you’ve probably seen this image already at least once today alone. Hello, Hurricane Irma. I live on the South Carolina coast and while I completely respect you, I really don’t want you coming around. You’ve made quite a mess. As a toddler mom, clearly you are throwing a MAJOR tantrum and you need a long time out.

All kidding aside, this has been a scary week. My heart goes out to the Leeward Islands, Barbuda, Puerto Rico, Sint Maarten. Fort Lauderdale is my happy place. I have very close friends in both Boynton Beach and Wellington. And I live in Charleston. Irma is coming a little too close for comfort.

To downplay something of this size and nature for selfish reasons….foolish. If you’re in the cone of uncertainty, you need to be in the know. Especially when there are babies and animals to be accounted for, families who might lose their homes, cars to gas up in case of an evacuation, arrangements to be made. I have a horse. It’s not an easy move to make. I don’t own a trailer. That might seen dumb in the moment but generally speaking, my horse is 22 and we no longer show. I never plan on going anywhere, except in an emergency situation. Securing a place for an animal that doesn’t fit in your house and securing transportation for an animal who doesn’t fit in your car is no easy task. There are many people stuck directly in the hurricane’s path for this very reason. My heart goes out to them because I know I was fretting big time until last night when all my plans were finally concrete. (and even then, are they really?? Mother Nature knows no rules.)

This is not the time to be selfish, or to look down upon someone for being worried about what the next move is. While it may not matter to you, it matters to someone else. Have compassion.

My life has changed since having a baby. There was a time when working during a hurricane wouldn’t matter to me, that having a hurricane party seemed like literally the best idea ever. ( Mary Chapin Carpenter mentions it in her song “Down at the Twist and Shout” and as a kid I thought it sounded like a blast tbh.) Between my daughter and my horse (not to mention all the other family members and moving parts), hurricane parties sound like the LAST thing I’m interested in. Safety first. That’s my motto now. Better to be over prepared than to make a mistake that could risk someone’s life. As they continue saying on our local channels, you can rebuild your home, you can’t rebuild your life. (And if we learned anything from Hurricane Harvey….Texas, we’re thinking of you here in SC!)

Now a snow storm…I’ve got that all day. I’m a Maine-er at heart, always will be. But this hurricane nonsense….it gets scarier and scarier. Especially since now we have Jose chasing his sister Irma across the ocean and Katia trying to attack Mexico. Y’all, this isn’t cool. Which one of you needs wine and which one needs chocolate? All three? No worries, I have enough.

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(above quote credit to Team Froglogic instagram)

We have no control. We can only react to what happens, make the best decisions and choices we can to protect who we love and support one another. This may not work into our plans but what really does? The universe plans what she will and we just have to go along with it. But how we go along with it is what makes us who we are. You can fight it, throw a fit, ignore it, pretend it’s not happening, live in denial, cry about it, etc etc but guess what? That does you no good. All you’re doing is spreading your negativity and throwing yourself a pity party. And I don’t know about you, but whenever I have thrown myself a pity party, no one  has come. Huh.

I’m writing this as a reminder to myself and others: BE COMPASSIONATE. You never know what someone is going through or dealing with. And when your state declares a state of emergency, pay attention. Listen closely. Gather the information and react accordingly. It’s happening. It’s real. Let’s deal with it. And let’s support each other amidst the chaos.

If you’re currently being affected or you’re about to be, be brave, but safe and stay alert. My thoughts are with you. We will come out the other side of this.

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fitness · inspiration · Lessons Learned

Why I love Beachbody

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Some people in my life have recently been asking why I got into Beachbody. I work for a wonderful health club, I competed on my own, why dive head first into a “network marketing scam”?

Well, let me first tell you it’s not a scam. There’s nothing scam-ish about it. Yes, I am fairly new to the business so maybe you think I don’t know what I’m talking about. And believe me, I was high-key skeptical about this company and what being a coach meant. I honestly avoided it for a very long time. “I’m not ready,” I’d say. “I need to be fitter,” I would explain. “I don’t have what it takes.” If you know me, my self-confidence isn’t the highest and I’m not one to take videos of myself working out on a regular basis because ew I always look terrible (I’m still pretty awful at this tbh lol). But something about Beachbody kept calling me back. It kept showing up on my newsfeed, in my texts, in my messenger, on my Instagram. So I researched it secretly, watching videos, reading testimonials.

It wasn’t the programs I was skeptical about. If you’ve ever worked out consistently for a while you know that with pushing yourself comes great results. The results you see from Insanity or P90x or 21 Day Fix are REAL. There’s no question. Now, not everyone is the same and results may vary and obviously the stricter you are, the better your results. The programs weren’t my concern.Coaching was.

What did it entail? Could I do it? Would I be good at it? I honestly cannot yet answer these questions because I’m JUST beginning. But I am LOVING what I’m learning, the people I’m surrounding myself with, and the opportunity for growth and development. Whether I become a star diamond coach or I stay an Emerald forever (which I hope isn’t the case), I’m not in it for the money or the fame. I’m in it to HELP women. I have been on my own journey (this blog is proof of that) and I needed SOMETHING. As terrified as I was, in the beginning of August I made the leap (of faith) after a wonderful coffee date with my upline coach (who was then just my coach). She sold me. And not in a salesy way. She’s REAL and she’s a mom and she gets it. I LOVE that about her and about Beachbody.

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Ever since then I have been navigating this world and figuring it out slowly but surely. The products are amazing, there is literally a program for everyone, and the community is really quite warm and wonderful. There’s not competition to it. That’s one of the things I love. I am NOT competitive. I just want to be and do my own thing. With Beachbody, you can. You’re only as successful as you make yourself. Is it easy? No. But is anything worth it really ever easy? No. That’s the beauty of it. The climb. (No, I’m not quoting Miley Cyrus LOL. Actually I’m quoting Clay Appuzzo. Any Sebastian Stan fans out there? No? You’re missing out. We’ll get to him later.)

Long story short, I’m embracing my new chapter and I’m loving my journey. Beachbody has opened me up to a world I never knew existed and honestly, I wish I had taken the leap (of faith) sooner. But we can’t live in the past. We can only push forward. And I plan to push forward with this and do what I can to be successful in something I’m passionate about. For me, it’s not just about health and fitness. It’s about self-care and wellness. I’m coming off my anxiety medication, I’m feeling better about myself, I’m growing and developing myself. That is priceless.

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Injuries · Lessons Learned

Well that was an unplanned hiatus… 

🔴WARNING: GRAPHIC IMAGES LAY AHEAD🔴

Last Monday I was rushing, trimming these stupid bushes by my garage (they’re prickly and grow way too fast) when I had an accident. 


The cord was too short for this particular hedge trimmer and it kept unplugging. I plugged it back in for the 6th time and upon turning it back on, wasn’t looking while reaching for the handle and actually ended up reaching for the blades. I turned it on against my fingers. You can imagine what happened then… 


Spoiler alert: I kept all my fingers! Praise the Lord! It could have been SO much worse! 

Bailey was napping and I was alone. I had enough wits about me to grab a beach towel and hold pressure to my fingers. I wasn’t sure the extent of the damage because let me tell you, there was blood EVERYWHERE. It was awful! 

I probably took ten years off my father’s life calling him when my husband didn’t answer and telling him I had an accident with the hedge trimmers he let me borrow. He lives close and was immediately on his way. I managed to get my husband on the phone as my neighbors got home. My lovely neighbor held me while I cried as I waited for my husband and father. 

A trip to the ER later and I was stitched up. I spent the rest of the night pacing in excruciating pain. Hand pain is no joke! 


I got the right stitches out yesterday but I’m pretty sure they weren’t ready to come out. I lost a lot of skin and they’re pretty raw now. But it’s not as bad as it was, so I’ll take it 👍 


So now I’m back to blogging on a regular basis! I have some great things to talk about in the future and I’m really excited about what’s ahead! So sorry for my absence! And remember, PAY ATTENTION when messing with power tools! 👋