I've been featured in the Huffington Post! Not for a passion project, or huge achievement, but for owning my purpose!
Killer outfit, Killer sale. I liked the sound of that. I grabbed a few safe things off the rack, and was escorted into a dressing room that was larger than my living room. An older lady was helping me, but I was caught by surprise when a woman around my age, knocked on the door and peeked her head in, holding an amazing jumpsuit. Think, like, JLO. wearing, curvaceous, vivacious jump suit. My first thought, UMMM NO. I can't pull that off. But then I thought, what the hell, let's give it a try.
SoI have a confession to make. I've been doing shots before my meals everyday. Work days, holidays, weekends, morning, noon, night... SHOTS! And the best part, I've been releasing weight, and absorbing food better. This drink only costs a couple bucks and can last for months. And you know when something works for me, I HAVE TO TELL YOU ABOUT IT!
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.