My Hopes for Health {Letter}

I’ve never been one to do the letter to my kid thing but watching her develop into this tiny, fierce person made me change my mind.

Harper,

You came into this world too soon for the comfort of my medical practitioners and me too…let’s be real. I was not ready! Your room was still unprepared and I didn’t have a bag packed. I gave birth in pig tails for goodness sake!  My first visual of you in this world, was of your tiny fists (big feet) and “this displeases me greatly” face. A facial expression that I’ve grown accustomed to seeing now that you’re two. Haha! The nurses in the NICU called you a troublemaker and kicked you out after two weeks. Who pulls out their oxygen tubes, feeding tubes and removes heart monitoring devices?! You wanted us to know that you didn’t need them and you were right.

Fast forward to now and I have a toddler who tells me that her jacket is “uncomfortable” and that “it time to do yota {yoga}”. You love to work on your handstands and are better at popping into a “crow pose” than I am! I pray that you always have the desire to be your authentic self. You are vibrant, daring, intelligent and beautiful.

While I hope you have a life filled with love, awesome experiences and success…the thing I want most for you is health. I want the disordered eating to end with me. I will always do my best to shield you from one of the most impressionable factors in your life…me. I have found a love for this body that I once hated. Instead of pinching and poking at myself in the mirror, I flex and we flex together. Your dad thinks I’m turning you into a baby douchebag. He’s jealous. We use positive language when we talk about our bodies. Strong legs and a big heart will carry you far in life.

Take charge of your life and do great things. Be brave, darling!

-Mommy

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2015 Goals {Health/Fitness & Blogging}

2015 Goals via Earl-Leigh Designs

One way to reach your goals is to write them down. I like to post mine for extra accountability. It tickles me to no end when I get a reminder from one of you ladies to post an update. Thank you for that! There were a few times last year where I just wanted to eat a pint of ice cream, rub my tummy and watch Netflix but one of those reminders would come just in time. Not that I don’t enjoy that scenario! Haha! Moderation. Because I have a lot of smaller goals to help get me to my ultimate goal of creating a life that I love, I’m only going to post a few for now.

1. Continue to practice yoga and end the year with at least one handstand push-up.
2. Get into competition shape.
3. Compete in the bikini division of an NPC show! The Palmetto Classic is one of the annual bodybuilding competitions held in South Carolina, Charleston to be exact, and I would really like my first show to be drive-able to cut down on expenses.
4. Safely reverse to a weight that is easier to maintain post-competition.
5. Actively participate in a local running group.
6. Work on MY happy.
7. Continue experimenting with food.
1. Consistency.
2. Invest in lighting and backdrops for tutorials and vlogs. I’ve made a few projects but my apartment has the absolute worst lighting so photographs don’t come out the way I’d like.
3. Buy a new camera.
4. Establish a schedule for posting, commenting on other blogs and sharing via social media.
What are your goals for the new year?
Do you have any goals that build on each other?
This post was fueled by coffee, oatmeal and the sweet sound of a lawn mower.

Spa Day, Stay at Home Mom Duties and Anxiety

Thank you for the well wishes! I was sick up until Christmas Day but I still ate my face off. Well, I did as much eating as my stomach would allow and after days of liquids…two meals seemed like a lot!

Where have I been? I needed a little break. With the weight of a job that makes me miserable and figuring out what comes next…I just needed some time to think and breathe. A mental break of sorts because my anxiety was in high gear (and still kinda is but its more manageable).

Here’s a snippet of what I’ve been up to:

Santa sent me to the spa the Saturday after Christmas and I was excited because it was my first fancy pants massage. I’m thinking about working them into my regular schedule if possible.

Harper’s daycare conveniently closed for the entire length of my vacation. Mercy! That child’s energy is limitless. Because my trainer wants me to incorporate yoga into my routine, Harper and I would practice some together. She’s better than I am! Ha! That little lady would do handstands all day if I would let her.

Obviously. 😉

Influenster sent me this swanky new antiperspirant to try. More information is to come. It’s pretty cool and definitely is one of those products I wouldn’t have necessarily bought. You’ll see.

Mike and I were able to go out on New Year’s Eve for some much needed couple time. I even shaved my legs.

I’ll post this year’s goals next week. There are some big, scary, exciting things planned for the year.

This post was fueled by a rice cake with peanut butter, coffee and Bag Raiders.

More Daycare Germs

When I clocked out at 4:30 last Friday for the last time in 2015, I was feeling pretty good. Then I got the phone call from Mike. He knows my gym schedule and would never call me during cardio unless it was something important. Harper had another stomach virus. At the time we didn’t dare call it a stomach virus because we didnt want to “speak it into existence”. I spent all of Friday night cleaning up after the poor thing until she went to bed. Saturday was pretty smooth, Harper’s appetite was back and she was bouncing around. Phew! Her PM snack at daycare just didn’t agree with her stomach.

We went to go look at cars and visited Saulda Shoals’ annual light show. (pictures to come)

I woke up Sunday morning like “this is it”. I wanted Mike to promise that he wouldn’t let Harper hate Christmas like the girl from “Gremlins”. Dramatic? Maybe, but I felt horrible. My one regret is letting her see me in that state because in all seriousness my family was thisclose to taking me to the ER. She kept calling for me so Mike talked me into resting in the living room. Big mistake.

Tears. “Mommy, you otay?” And more tears.

I left the room until I was more presentable. I’m almost fully recovered and ready for some Christmas dinner! Assuming that Mike isn’t sick by then, in which case we will eat sandwiches! Ha!

This post was fueled by my iPad so whoops for any misspelled words.