I just got tired of it. Slaving hours for dollars, working with the wrong people, who had unrealistic demands, and slowly sacrificing my soul and my happiness. What are you sacrificing in your life right now? Time with your family. Fulfillment with your work.Your own personal money to fund your failing business. It's time to take a serious look at your circumstances, and make a decision like I did. I have to be completely vulnerable and honest with you...
Owning Your Choices Blog Posts
Read my Owning Your Choices blogs below to find out more about how I empowered myself to own my choices.
You gave up right when the magic was about to happen. You gave up right when the real change was starting to happen. You gave up and let the critic win. So.. STOP IT. And follow these two tips to keep going when the going gets tough!
There is a myth floating around that I must debunk. "It takes too long to meal prep. I don't have time for that. It's too hard." I'm not typically a tough love kind of person, but here's a scenario where I get serious. Why? Because too many times I've seen people completely sabotage their health, happiness, earning potential, and relationships, Because, frankly, they are eating like CRAP. What you eat equals how to feel.
Some days get the best of me. So I make mountains out of molehills. Or my temper fires inside, especially when we don't hit deadlines or technology doesn't cooperate. But the first step to any change is not running away. Facing our quirks, and hot buttons, and emotions.
And now here we are, the night before your first day of school. And Mamma finds herself again, crying happy tears and having lots of "feels." You may not know what "feels" means. It's kinda like when you first went down a slide at the playground, Or when you give Cesar, the cat, wayyyyyy to many treats, Or even when YOU-- kiss Mommy and Daddy's bo bo's, My kind and sweet boy.
A broken mind and heart housed in a fit body leads to a life of emptiness. I started to think about the three roles that I've played in my past. Three roles that maybe we've all played, when life gets the best of us.
My three and a half year old son loves to blame a "bad guy" (because he loves police officers and "arresting" people),for stealing his toys, and eating the last cookie. And we're teaching him about responsibility and honesty, But the same goes for our health. It's the easy route to blame genetics for poor health. I come from a family of Italian and American women, who all had heart disease, obesity, and diabetes. The way I look at it, I'm doomed! Which is why I had to take action!