Being Healthy Sucks

We’re all thinking it, I’m just going to say it out loud.

To you living healthy:

Here’s the world I want to live in: McDonalds Egg McMuffin for breakfast, Chick Fila for lunch, and Shake Shack for dinner. BUT. You gain no weight, and someone has created a pill for me to take to get all my fruits and veggies in.

That world doesn’t exist yet, so I’m stuck in the one that tries to make me feel guilty when I just need some waffle fries.

I just finished my second round of the 21 Day Fix and I’m still alive. I followed the meal plan about 80/85% of the time. Our anniversary fell on one Sunday and we did the Melting Pot.

Here’s a super quick review on it.

I feel great. Endorphins do make you happy (and happy people just don’t kill their husbands).

-I did loose a little baby weight…like a whole five pounds. High fives all around!
-I feel stronger.
-I think you can tell a little in my face that I’ve lost some weight. If you can’t, don’t you dare tell me otherwise. I’ve also noticed my “Emily Pouch” has gone down. If you’re a mom, you’ll get this. If not. Shut your beautiful face.
-It’s gotten me back into cooking at home way more. Throughout the three weeks I had dinner out three times, and if I did have lunch out it was a salad. Had Chic fila once, I’m not a monster.
-When I’m done with the fix I am more conscious of what I’m eating and what would go into the containers.

Ok. Now the bad parts.

-Working out every day is really hard. BUT! I’m proud that I only missed one work out.

-Keeping to the containers suck.
-I AM ALWAYS HUNGRY NO MATTER HOW MUCH OR WHAT I EAT. To help with this I ate more protein during the day, aka the red containers.

This time around I did get the Shakeology, so here’s info about that:

-It does taste good. Even on it’s own, it isn’t terrible.
My go to “recipe” was Almond milk, water, a banana, and some peanut butter
-It was not a meal replacement for me. Not eeeeeeeven close. I was full for about two hours, maybe. Maybe.
-It seems a little expensive to me.
-Having done the Fix with and without it, I would say if you can do it, go for it because it helps you loose weight faster.
-It’s supposed to “curb cravings” but I honestly felt like it increased some. Like chocolate, which is weird because it I did the chocolate flavor.

All in all, if you’ve been thinking about giving it a try, I would.

Here’s my whole thing though on this living healthy.

I’m just not interested.
Doesn’t mean I won’t. But I won’t to this extent.

Because like I’ve said before. I will not, I will not live in a world without butter, bacon, chocolate and wine.

I’m cheering all you heath nuts on. You Whole Foods dinner gals and guys. I’m envious that that little box of food fills you up. But listen. Mamas gatta eat.

So while yes, I realize I’m not in high school anymore and can eat what I want, I’ll do my best to eat well. But I won’t ever say no when you ask me to go pig out with you somewhere either.

Have you ever done the Fix? What’s your eating healthy tips?

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I am not defined by the number on my jeans.

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My sweet baby girl is fourteen months old,
and I still don’t fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans.

Dang, that feels good to say.

I want to start by saying that I’m cheering you moms on that can get back into your jeans. I am. I’m insanely jealous, but I’m cheering you on. Because we’re all in this together.

But I defiantly don’t think we talk about the fact that our bodies are completely different than they used to be enough, which means that it’s ok if we don’t ever fit back into those pre-pregnancy jeans. Because we aren’t defined by a number embroidered on our pants. 

I grew a new organ, which helped me grow and house a HUMAN BEING for nine months. My body is different. My hips got wider, my boobs got bigger, my butt got bigger, I saw cottage cheese on my thighs that I had never seen before…but I grew and birthed a healthy beautiful and perfect baby girl.

I decided to go jeans shopping the other day for the first time since Em’s been born. I had picked up a pair of jeans at Target after she was born because I just couldn’t do maternity clothes anymore. But since she’s been here, I haven’t ventured into a store specifically looking for jeans. To be honest, I’ve been wearing jeans with a rubber band around the buttons this whole time.
So I headed to the mall.

I knew going in that I needed to start with a size up from what I used to be. Which I’m honestly fine with. Because, and lets all say this together: I am not defined by a number on my pants.
I went into Lucky first because years ago I had bought a couple pairs of their jeans and they lasted me…well years. I grabbed the size 8 and headed for the dressing room.

I couldn’t even get the buttons close to each other.
I checked the tag to make sure I hadn’t picked up a size 4 on accident.
Nope. That big 8/29 was staring me in the face.

Tears filled my eyes.

I am not defined by a number,

but it sure did feel crappy not fitting into those jeans.

It’s totally shallow, but I wasn’t about to go up any further in sizes there. It just wasn’t worth it to me. Having been a size 6 my whole life pretty much, I’m not sure I would have handled seeing double digits well.

Can we pause for a moment and just all yell out, “WHY CAN’T ALL SIZES BE THE SAME?!” Why is an 8 at one place a 2 at another?!

I’d also like to add that I felt like I couldn’t fit in any less in that store. There I was, hair up in a bun, Indians shirt on, pushing my stroller through the most cramped store on earth, while all the employees stared at me.

I left the jeans in the changing room and headed out.

We strolled into Gap where I couldn’t find a wash that I loved.
Loft had jeans that made me have a huge crotch bulge when I sat down.
And I honest to God gave Hollister a thought but then if an 8 at Lucky didn’t fit, there wasn’t the slightest glimmer of hope for me there.

I left the mall feeling terrible about myself.

It’s hard being a woman you guys. And even more so a mom. When you’re surrounded by fitness Instagram accounts of moms that do nothing but post shirtless selfies, you can get yourself into a big hole. When you’ve got friends that won’t stop bragging about all the weight they lost breastfeeding, you can get yourself into a big hole. While other moms are posting pictures in full make up and hair done, I’m lucky to have gotten in the shower before 4 pm.

Even as I write this, I have that crap feeling in my gut.
Like I don’t do enough.
Like I didn’t breastfeed for long enough.
Like I’m not enough.

But we have to stop.

Moms that still don’t fit into your pre-pregnancy jeans and you’re kids one, or two, or five…we have to stop comparing ourselves to the moms who can.
Our lives are different.

My brain doesn’t wake up thinking, “I gatta work out”, it’s always thinking, “Oh please go back to bed for 15 more minutes”. I’ll take butter over coconut oil every day.
Wine. It’s just a non-negotiable for me.
On crappy days I want to wallow in self-pity with a big bowl of pasta or fried rice.

 I am not defined by a number on my jeans. 

As far as I know, I’m healthy. I take the kids (dog included here) on a walk every morning. I try to cook at home as often as possible. I also try to get yoga in daily. But I have too many other wonderful things happening in my life right now to worry about what size jeans I bought.

Which are an 8 at Target incase you were wondering.
Target, with the win. Per usual. 

So here’s what needs to happen.
I need to quit rolling my eyes when I see other mama friends say they fit back into those jeans. Because I’ll say it again, I am applauding you over here!
But I also think that we’ve become this super workout driven society that almost border line shames people into thinking that if they don’t do it, they don’t fit in.

Do I think we all need to take care of ourselves? Of course.
Do I think I could be doing more to loose weight and be in better shape? Of course.

But this is where I am. And while not every day I feel great about it, I have to realize that I’m making all the choices in my life, which means there’s no one here to blame, or celebrate but me.

So if you fit into those jeans or not.

It’s fine.

Because the number on them doesn’t define you. 


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Ten Tips to a Sleeping Babe

I feel like every time I get on Instagram a mama friend, or blogger I follow is sharing a picture of their too cute babe with a caption about how they aren’t sleeping. Whether it’s teeth, or being a newborn, or just…dare I say, being a baby.

Here’s the thing though.
I’ve got a sleeping babe.
And have had a sleeping babe since she was a month old.


In all honesty, I’ve almost been afraid to say that online. Thinking I had some miracle sleeping child. Maybe I do. Maybe it’s just being really blessed. Or lucky. Or good juju. Whatever it is. I’m thankful.

I 100% do not claim to be a sleep expert. By any means. But. I’ve come up with a couple tips to get that babe sleeping. They might work, they may very well not work.

#1. Feed that baby.
Ok, I know this sounds stupid. But. At around a month old we started to give Em formula at night (I think it was like 4 oz). It was usually around midnight and she slept through the night for six hours. And continued to do so.
Here’s what needs to be said. Sometimes your breast milk isn’t enough.
GOSH. THAT feels good to say too.
Mine wasn’t and I knew that. Giving her formula filled her up for night time and ensured a good nights sleep. Now. If you’re milk is enough. Way to go mama! I’m jealous.

#2. Give the swaddling  a rest. 
News flash: some babies hate to be swaddled. Case in point, Emily. We got away with it for a couple weeks when she was a newborn, but unless we put her in a suit thing, she busted right out. My mom told me one time, “They’ve been cramped up for nine months, who wants to be squished all the time when they can finally move those limbs”. Point taken, mother. I do think that the first couple weeks works, but once Em became more aware of things it was a no go. So don’t think you have to swaddle your babe just because the book tells you too.

#3. Put baby on their belly. 
I know. I know. I KNOW. This isn’t what they tell you to do. But this was our lifesaver. Once Em could move her head back and forth and up and down, which was about a month, we put her on her belly to sleep. The problem was that our little wiggle worm didn’t like to be swaddled, but then would wake herself up from moving her arms and legs.
I’ll be 100% honest with you and tell you it scared the crap out of me. And I lost a lot of sleep those first couple of days checking on her every ten minutes. But the first night we did it she slept for almost nine hours, and was a little over a month old.
Side note. You were probably put on your belly to sleep too. GASP.

#4. Get a noise machine. 
I always remembered my sister had one for my niece and after reading (very little) about it, decided it was a good call. Babies are used to noise from being in the womb, so why stop that when they get out?

#5. Created a schedule as early as possible. 
Some people seriously disagree with this one. Thinking that babies don’t know whats going on until 5-6 months old, so creating a schedule is useless.
Babies are fully aware of night and day time. Yes, when Em was a new born she got her “night time bottle” at midnight, but eventually we worked that earlier and earlier and now we’re on a serious schedule. Which is sanity to me. If you get a solid 4 hours from your babe, make that four hours make sense. 2-6. 1-5. 3-7. Start early with a schedule, and stick to it!

#6. Create a nighttime routine.
This grew as Emily did. When she was a newborn, there wasn’t really the process of getting into jammies or a bath. But now that she’s older it’s just about the same thing every night. A bath, into jammies, and sometimes Sesame Street depending how long we have. We’ve created a really tight schedule with her so bed time is a hard 7 these days. And I don’t under any circumstances let that change. We plan our days around this 7:00 bedtime. If we go out to dinner, we go out earlier now. The littlest things can throw a baby off from a schedule. So I don’t even want to try and see what happens if we did.

#7. Make day time light and night time dark. 
I feel like this might be a no brainer but I guess it’s not. During the day, when baby is awake, open the blinds. Use natural light. When it’s night time, turn some lights off. Create a setting that allows for sleep.

#8. Let them cry.
Again, I know. I KNOW. This isn’t popular. And quite honestly it sucks. Em does this for naps a lot. But. It’s worked for us. We’ve let her cry for a good 20 minutes before and out she goes. You’re the mama, you know a tired baby when you see one. Sometimes during the day for her naps, I just have to put her in her crib and walk out. Most of the time she talks to herself for a couple minutes, sometimes she cries. But she always falls asleep.

#9. Do what works for YOU. 
Which may not be a single thing I’ve said. Or your mom says. Or that stupid baby book. I know women who have EIGHT MONTH OLDS that still don’t sleep more than 4 hours at a time. To that woman I say, I’m praying for you. Because I would loose my mind. If having that babe sleep with you works, go for it. If they keep waking up, maybe you should move them into their own bed…and room. If making sure the fan, noise machine, and clock ticking is what makes them sleep, go for it.

Again. I start this off by saying that I feel like this is a no brainer. But evidently it’s not. I was given advice more than once to wake Em up to feed her or change her because she slept so long at such a young age. NO FREAKING WAY, MAN. If your baby is hungry…they’ll wake up. Even at the hospital the first night the nurse didn’t wake her up to feed her. I promise your baby won’t starve. Cross my heart. When I hear women say they wake their babies up to feed them I want to shake them. STOP DOING THAT. Seriously. And if your baby sleeps so long through the night like Em does, start them in night time diapers earlier on. 

I put that one in all bold because it’s so important.

Sleep is just as important for you as it is for them.

If you’re reading this and think I’m full of crap. I have absolutely no problem with that. If you think some of these might help, then yay!

But this worked for me. And this is the face I get every time this kid wakes up:

And if you have any other suggestions, let me know!
Here’s to sleeping children!


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Save The Storks

I swore I’d never share an ultra sound picture of my child on the internet because I just had this weird feeling about it. Kind of like, I haven’t even met you, why does the world get to.

But lately, things are changing my mind.

Here I am at our eight week ultrasound (crying my eyes out), getting to meet our sweet baby girl for the first time (although we didn’t know who she was yet). I remember going into the ultrasound full of every emotion God created me with. I was so excited to finally see my little peanut, to see her squirm around on the screen. I was 100% nervous too. Was everything ok? And the thought every mother to be has, how many are in there!?

Seeing this little bean sized human moving around on the screen is a moment I’ll never forget. Which is why more women who are abortion minded need to see their little beans moving around too.

Insert Save The Storks.

Actually, let’s back up a little.
I met my friend Ashley blogging a couple years ago. She was funny, sarcastic, and loves Jesus. Three things I use to describe myself. She also had this passion behind her for everything she wrote about, and I loved that.

I got to meet Ashely in real life shortly after, and actually flew home from the Influence Conference right next to her. We talked so much during that hour and a half flight, and I remember being so grateful for this friendship.

A short while ago Ashley and her hubby (who I also got to meet, also a super cool dude) made the decision to stop their current lives, move to Colorado and have Jesse work for Save The Storks, a non-profit. Her story is incredible, and when you’re done here hop on over to her blog to read more.
Something stirred up in my heart when Ashley shared this news. Giving up a solid job and your whole life as you know it, to move to a completely different state? This organization had to be a big deal.

And it is.

Save The Storks partners with pregnancy resource centers all over the nation to provide them with powerful tools and training so they can more effectively reach and serve abortion-minded expectant mothers.

They’re changing the pro-life movement. And I’m honored to be a part of it.

Save The Storks have mobile medical buses that they use to get to women who are in need. They park near college campuses and abortion clinics, making it so easy for women to get to them. Save The Stork doesn’t expect women to come to them…they go to them.

Local pregnancy centers offer an incredible service for expectant mothers, but many women don’t even know they exist. Save The Storks partners with these centers and provide the resources they need to get closer to those who need their services. The Stork Bus minimizes the distance between pro-life professionals and women who most need them.

I’ve always been pro-life. Abortion has never sat with me well. Maybe it was growing up in the church, and believing with all my heart that God forms each one of us in our mothers womb. Maybe it’s because I’m a Republican. Maybe it’s because I just don’t get them. I don’t understand the fact that this is a thing. A woman can get pregnant and then just decide she doesn’t want the baby.

But having Emily just stirred up a piece of my heart I didn’t know existed. Carrying this tiny human for *almost* nine moths was a gift. One that I do not take for granted. I remember the first time I felt her kick and wiggle around in there, and now thinking that some women just don’t want that.

Here’s the thing. I want to change your mind if you’re pro-choice. I want women to realize that there are so many more options than having an abortion.

I’m not going to go into when life starts (at conception), or the argument of women’s rights (what about that baby girl?). What I am going to do, is state some facts.

84% of women who have had abortions, say that didn’t have all the information they needed before they chose an abortion.

4 out of 5 women who get on a Stork Bus choose life after seeing their tiny babe on an ultrasound.

Less than 1% of abortions happen because of rape or incest.

21% of women who get abortions say it’s because they aren’t financially ready.
16% of women who get abortions say it’s because their life would change too much.

I literally can’t with the second one.

Every 30 seconds a baby’s life is taken by abortion.

A human heart begins to beat at 6 weeks. *Correction by some sweet readers, it’s actual 3-4 weeks, about 18 days from conception. Which is even crazier!
At 8 weeks old, babies facial features become more pronounced, their ears, mouth, and nose are recognizable.

13% of abortions happen during week 8.

Save The Storks isn’t looking to defund anyone, or change any laws. They don’t picket or hold up hateful signs. Their trying to make these abortion numbers get to zero.

I get that if you’re pro-choice, you believe it’s because it’s your body, and this is a choice you get to make. My only question, is that have you thought about all the women who can’t have babies? Who have tried for years, only to see negative after negative sign. Who now only have adoption as an option. I get that giving up your body for nine months is a lot, been there done that. But what if one woman, could give another woman the one thing she wants more than anything in the world. Talk about girl power. Adoption rocks, and we need to have more people campaigning for babies and adoption.

Here’s the thing though. No matter what “choice” you make…there is no condemnation in Christ. He see’s you and He loves you. Sure, sometimes this debate get’s heated. I sure as heck can get rather feisty about it…but it’s because I’m so passionate about saving babies.

And so is Save The Storks. They’re out to love on women no matter what’s going on. They want to educate and pray for women who are in need. Because that’s what Jesus did.

Check out this video.

I would love love love if you joined Sonny and I in donating $30 a month to Save The Storks. To giving these beautiful women an option besides abortion. To love on them, to give them a place to feel safe in their time of need. This $30 a month for a year saves a woman and her baby from the heartache of abortion. You can also get this amazing shirt. Click here to donate.





Friends, I am begging you to join with me. I promise you that choosing life is so much better. I’ve got the cutest kid in the world, she brings me more joy than I ever thought possible…but what if I had made a different choice?

God is good ya’ll. We can change things. Lets love these women, and save these babies.
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A Letter to Me

Dear Just Found Out You Were Pregnant Megan,

Love that body girl. Wear all the tight clothes you want. Those shorts are not too short, and that shirt is not too low. You’ve got it sister, so flaunt it. Eat what you want. Savor every bite of that cheeseburger. Always get extra whatever.

Because soon, and way too soon, things are going to head south.

Both figuratively and physically.

Despite the common misconception, once you have that tiny bebe, you will not go back down to the weight you currently are. The weight that at times you thought was too much.
Shut up, size 6. Just shut up. 

Here’s a fun fact for ya…that baby weight you’re gaining is going to hang around like a bad ex boyfriend. Clinging to you like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth.

There will come a time after baby that you honestly couldn’t care less. Because you just keep saying, “Whatever, I just had a baby”.
I’ve honestly asked my self a lot lately how long “just” is. Because we’re currently at eight months, closer to a year than the day she was born and I’m still trying to swing it.

Since that tiny babe comes in August, you’ve got the winter ahead. Thank You sweet baby Jesus for leggings and big shirts, that look #trendy.

But now.

Oh, sweet child. Now…it’s summer.

And you live in Florida.

Shorts are here again, and considering that little 7 pound 21 ounce is now TWENTY POUNDS, you do some heavy lifting.

And no, despite what you think. You’re arms do not look like a member from the Jersey Shore. All the lifting, no definition.

You’re trying though, which is what I think counts. You’re up an absurd amount from you “pre-baby” weight…but that number means nothing! You’re beautiful and strong, and you birthed a human! Said no one ever.

It’s tough kiddo, but you can do it. Maybe, once the kid comes out, we don’t have chic fila four times a week. Maybe.

Also, if you want advice, know this.
Breastfeeding does not guarantee weight loss. It might for a short time, but those pounds come back with a vengeance. And they bring some friends.
Breastfeed that baby…but also, maybe work out before six months postpartum. Just a thought.

But no matter what any diet says. Never. And I repeat never. Give up wine. That’s called “Mommy’s Sanity in a Bottle”.

Also. Just because you’re throwing up every five minutes now and you’re actually loosing weight while pregnant…does NOT mean you should try and make up for lost food not eaten later. Again, you do you girl, just a suggestion.

Maybe take some more mirror selfies to have later.

You, just thirty pounds heavier.


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5 Beauty Product Must Haves

As a mommy I’m not super into beauty products…ok to be honest, I’ve been like this my whole life.

I don’t know how to do a smokey eye, it always looks like I just got punched. I have kept my “beauty regimen” as simple as humanly possible. And I don’t understand wearing fake eyelashes.


There are a few things over the years that I’ve found that I love, love, love. So here they are:

#1. Philosophy Purity Made Simple face wash
I’ve used this face wash for a couple years now and love it. I’ve got some rosacea that goes on, and this has significantly brought that down. It doesn’t dry my skin out which I love, and it gets make up off without having to use any remover or cloth.

#2. Nivea in Shower Body Lotion
I have to be honest and tell you that this is something my husband bought…sorry babe. I was super skeptical at first because the idea of putting lotion on in the shower weirded me out. And I also didn’t think it would work.
Me=wrong. And I’m so glad I was. It doesn’t feel oily once I get out, and it saves time outside of the shower. Yes please.

#3. bareMinerals Foundation
I’ve tried a lot of different foundations and this is by far my favorite. It doesn’t take a lot to get coverage. I also don’t use a lot of concealer (under my eyes, hi I’m a mom), so I love that this covers without making me use 45 different foundations and powders.

#4. Nars Blush
This was a gift from my best friend a couple Christmas’s ago and now it’s like a life line. It’s by far my favorite blush I’ve ever used. It doesn’t come off too pink, nor does it give you a really serious shimmer. It’s just enough. Run, do not walk to go buy this.

#5. Mascara
I’ve been a Cover Girl for a long time…ok no not like in the commercial but it’s what I’ve used for years. I’ve tried a bunch of different kinds, currently trying this one out, but I just keep coming back to her. Old faithful. If there’s one thing I put on my face every day, or just about, it’s mascara.

What are your favorite beauty products?


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10 things to do right NOW that will make you happy

Being a mom is hard.
Actually, just being a human is hard a lot of the time.

Days don’t go as we plan, the weather interrupts our picnics or beach plans. Someone bails on you. Your boss is a real butthead to you at work. Your babysitter fell through.

Whatever it is, we all have thoooooose days.
Unless you’re Beyonce. I just don’t believe she ever has a bad day.
Moving on.

I’ve come up with a short list of ten things you can do that will instantly make you happy.

#1. Take a shower.
Clean body, clean mind. Or something kumbayaish like that.

#2. Put on makeup.
Even if it’s just some mascara. You’ll feel like a human.

#3. Go outside.
For ten minutes or two hours. The sunshine and fresh air is a good thing. Live where the sun doesn’t shine all the time? Move.

#4. Put on Justin Beiber.
There I said it. What do you mean should be the go to. Dance girl, dance.

#5. Clean a room of your house.
Mine tends to be the kitchen. I’m not sure what it is about wiping down a counter or putting dishes away but it makes me happy and I also feel like my brain gets turned off.

#6. Watch an episode of Friends.
The One with Unagi. The One Where No One’s Ready. The One with Phoebe’s Cookies.

#7. Go to Target.
No need to buy anything, but you don’t have a soul if a target trip can’t cheer you up.

#8. Follow this Instagram account.
You’re welcome.

#9. Watch this video:

#10. Give yourself a pep talk.
Whatever is happening, it’s not that bad. Things could be much worse. Go stand in front of the mirror and shake it off.

If none of that works. Go get licked by a dog. If that doesn’t work, I simply can not help you.

This is Duke. My first baby.

On off days, what do you do to make it better?

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21 Day Fix : Round 1 Review

So before I start, you should know that in no way shape or form is this a “omg you have to do this” kind of post. Nor, is it a post about me being a coach (I am not) and how you should sign up to do this.

This post, is a review of the 21 Day Fix, but also a yo, taking care of yourself is really, really important.

And dare I say, not that hard.

I’d also like to state that no matter how much I change my eating habits, I’m never, and I repeat never going to give up the following: donuts, real bacon, butter, and the cheese fries from Shake Shack. Not interested, no thanks.

With that being said. Let’s get started.

Like yourself, I couldn’t log onto Facebook or Instagram without seeing someone (or many someones) talking, or posting pictures from doing the 21 day fix. Or some other Beach body program. They worked out, they looked great, and they seemed all around happy.
For a while though, I’d roll my eyes and say that will never be me.

I’ve never really struggled with weight, so being six months postpartum and only working out like twice, I was on the struggle bus. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t recognize who I was looking at. The biggest thing though, was that I didn’t feel healthy. And it was all to be blamed on my eating habits.

For a while after I had Em, when I was nursing, I’d use that as an excuse.
But then I stopped, and my habits never got better.

One Friday afternoon I had chic-fila for lunch…and then had it again the next day.

I realized the next day that I needed to get my butt in gear.

So I ordered the 21 day fix.

I was so excited when it came in the mail.
And then I opened it, started reading, and tried to meal plan.
And pretty much ended in tears. 

There wasn’t a chance I could do this. These containers were so small. Nothing would fit. And trying to meal plan was just about the most stressful thing I had ever done.

So I gave up.

Just kidding!

I did for like five minutes. But then went to the ever trusty Pinterest, and found my way out of my “poor me” hole I had dug.

I meal planned my butt off. Because as it turns out, your nutrition is 80% of what will make you succeed through the program. That’s a lot.
I didn’t use the Shakeology so I had to figure out what was going to fill me up. And thankfully I did.

I also followed that meal plan and the containers about 85%. Which, for the first time I think is pretty good. Yes I cheated, no I didn’t feel bad about it. There were days that I needed more than a teaspoon of peanut butter, so I ate it. There were a couple nights where I had a piece (ok fine, two pieces) of dove chocolate, thanks Easter. And wine. Friends, I could never not drink wine.

And so here I am. At the end of my first round of the 21 day fix. Here’s my results:


I’d say there’s a difference there. I still have work to do, but! I am feeling so much better!

Here’s what I loved about the 21 day fix:

+Each day the exercise was different. You get two DVDs that include seven different work outs, which means each day you do a different one. I’ve tried to do other programs like the 30 day shred, but got so bored because you do the same work out every day.

+The containers aren’t that small. You fill up a whole yellow one with quinoa and you’re good to go, or pasta, or whatever. The purple ones for fruit, can hold a whole container of blueberries. It’s not as bad you think it is. I promise.

+The Dirty 30 and Pilates workouts were my favorite.

+The workouts are no longer than 30 minutes. Everyone, and I repeat everyone has 30 minutes a day to workout.

+I feel so, so, so great after the last 21 days! Which is what I wanted all along. It’s not about the number on the scale, it’s about how you feel.

This is basically how I feel now:

So. If you want to be like Beyonce. Work out girl. If you want a great program to follow, get the 21 day fix. Or something like it.

Healthy is beautiful, not the number on the scale. Don’t ever forget that!

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Hello & welcome!

Hi, there!

I can’t tell you how excited I am about this blog. It’s something that I’ve been putting together (mostly in my head) over the last couple of months, and something I’ve felt like the Lord is pointing me towards.

Blogging isn’t new to me. Over the last couple of years I’ve had one outlet or another for blogging. I started a small Facebook group that I sent out devotionals to before I got married, and then started a blog when I got married. The name of it changed more times than I’ll admit (blogging no no, I know), and I never figured out my niche. Then I made a blog when I was pregnant, named Little Baby Westmoreland because we didn’t find out what we were having. Once baby girl got here, I kept the name but didn’t feel like I really owned that space.

So I started thinking of something different.

I envisioned a space simple, and well put together. Something with an actual url, not a dot blogspot or wordpress. I saw collaborations and articles shared. Opinions and tips.
I saw an actual blog.

It took me weeks to come up with a name. Nothing sounded quite right, or represented what I wanted this blog to be.
I thought about just using my name.
I thought about continuing with Little Baby Westmoreland, but then thought about future kids and when they aren’t babies.

And then I came up with My life with a Little.

It was honestly like a light bulb went off.

This blog is about my crazy beautiful journey through motherhood. The ups and downs, the triumphs and the major fails I’ll have/had. It’s my life with a little.

I’m so thankful you’re here and so excited for this blog!

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