Last Day Of Vacation

Last Day Of Vacation


So today was the last day of my little stay-cation and honestly I learned two things 1) Stay-cations are severely underrated and 2) If I’m home I eat more.

It was so great to be able to get out and about in the warm weather and sun instead of work, work, work.

Originally we had planned to travel for our vacation but since we’re working on those financial goals we decided it was better not to go.

It was great to be able to spend time together revamp, catch up on sleep and explore the place we live! So much happens around us that we barely notice because we’re too “busy”.

Sometimes you just need a breather to catch up with life!

I’m quite excited to go back to work re-energized instead of depleted which a road trip can do to you.

The newest thing I learned about my unhealthy eating is I mindless eat! It’s just this bad habit I never realized. I guess it could also be considered “boredom eating” but I swear there were sometimes I was just grabbing for food realizing oh wait I don’t actually want or need this!

Oh the stay-cation vibes β™₯️β™₯️

my love

First time at the Renaissance festival!

Kitten love!

Also beyond grateful to live in this gorgeous area where stay-cations are beyond worth it!

I encourage everyone to seek out beauty where ever you are!




Hi hi!

So I realized today for the first time in all of my 27 years of life that I am an emotional eater. (shocker literally almost everyone in America is, welcome to the club!)

I always knew my relationship with food was atrocious I mean let’s be honest being diagnosed with Celiac Disease at 26 kind of means you’ve had more than a few unpleasant run ins with food.

Today however I realized that even though my whole life I’ve despised weight watcher groups where they give you stickers for being able to throw out ice cream without dumpster diving for food later (true story), those groups could have helped me a lot more if I had been honest with myself.

Now to understand that you kind of have to know that I have separate mind sets;

losing weight mindset- extra restrictive, try to eat as little as possible and make yourself feel awful for having cravings.

normal mindset-eat to celebrate (you deserve it), eat when feeling bad for yourself (you’ll feel better after eating this reeses, or you’re gross already might as well mindlessly eat a bag of chips until your sick)

As you can see I’m very messed up, I own it!

Now! in order to lose weight and be healthy I need a new mindset!

Easier said than done but my hope is that if I make small steps in the right direction then hopefully the toxic relationship with food will change.

I’ve been working on self love for some time now and you’ll be very excited to hear that I can finally wear short sleeves in 90 degree weather! I know I know hold the applause. And honestly to someone that’s never hated their arms that sentence is completely mind boggling but I know my friends that have battles with their meat sticks (shout out to Louise Pentland) will completely understand.

So with all of that being said I hope to set body positivity goals, happy thought goals,overall positive well being goals as well as weight loss goals through this process.

Tomorrow the #fitgirlsguide challenge begins and I couldn’t think of a better time to start! I will have updates (positive and negative) along the way. Should get interesting. (fingers crossed).





Now first before I even start, normally I would prefer to be called an elephant because let’s just be real, I’m build way more like an elephant than a cow. I swear my legs and butt and an elephants legs and butt are an obvious comparison. I realize that and embrace it. *cheers to the curves*

I feel it’s very on trend at the moment. *cheers to you Kim K*

**also not comparing Kim K’s butt to an elephant, but she is workin’ that pear shape!**

Today I was volunteering with my sister in law at my best friends dance recital for her dance company. 

It’s fine I enjoy taking people’s money. 

This separated couple had a discrepancy about the wife leaving tickets for her husband and who with.

*Spoiler* she didn’t leave a ticket with either of us.

When he asked her which of us she left the ticket with she said “I didn’t leave it with either of those cows”

*she ended up leaving it with the teens passing out programs, which makes zero sense but you go glen coco*

Now she said this to him over the phone and then he told us.

Which sir, like I appreciate you wanting to incorporate us in the fun of your ex wife and said adventures but I could have gone without the insult.

The last time anyone compared me to an animal I was about 18 and my boyfriend at the time asked me what it was like being a whale. Yeah I kid you not like no joking just to be a d-bag. Which can I just say I’ve dated some hot guys in my day…..athletic, built, good looking……this dude was not one of them. The only reason I mention that is because….don’t throw stones when you live in a glass house…..or that witty quote (you know where I’m going with that). Also note EX boyfriend.

*kudos girl for breaking that one off, close call*

So I learned 2 things, people insult other people to feel better about themselves. Because what else do you have to gain with insulting 2 girls you literally didn’t even say a word to, and 2 I don’t think it’s cool that people calling you an animal is supposed to be an insult.

Cows are freakin’ awesome lady step off.


Weight Loss, Self Loss

Weight Loss, Self Loss

My entire life, or so it seems, has revolved around weight loss. I can get this when I lose this. Summer is going to be the best because I’m going to be skinny. New school year new me. Well seeing as I’m 26 and still struggling with my weight I would say it’s safe to assume those goals did not get achieved. But something more goes intertwined with weight loss, self confidence, sense of self and your personality.

Being raised with a father who was overweight as a child and still struggling as an adult and a mother who was 90 pounds 5’8 her entire life until she had babies set me up for a weird relationship with food. I know I know don’t blame parents for everything and I’m not trying to but I feel like it adds to my history. I was told by my father that I didn’t have any friends because I was overweight and didn’t I want to fit in with other people? Didn’t I want to be friends with the perfect skinny neighbor kids? Side note, no they kind of sucked and were totally mean so no I didn’t give 2 craps about hanging out with the snobby kids and the ones that I wanted to hang out with I did. I was taken to Weight Watchers with my mother when I was too young to join so I got a doctors note saying I could. This was supposed to teach us about how to have a good relationship with food but it taught me you get rewarded for losing weight and disappointments when you didn’t. I also would buy clothes and try stuff on and my mom would tell me that we had to focus on losing weight because in a few years I was going to want guys to like me and I would care about my body (since at 10 you don’t care about your body?). I remember sitting in the laundry room in 2nd grade with my mom grabbing my fat roll and saying I wish I could just cut this off and be done.

My mother was raised by an anorexic women who never admitted a problem. She would give her family tiny portions and people could get seconds. My mother has a bigger build than most of her family so she would always complain of being hungry and ask for a sandwich after dinner. When my mom was in the midst of struggling with her weight she talked to her mom and her mom advised her to have small snacks throughout the day like a square of a graham cracker. My mom would want to go visit her mom and each time she did her mom would comment on her weight and then next time say well how about you lose 10 pounds and then come out and that can be our little celebration. To this day I don’t think my grandmother can have a family visit without noticing someones weight. But you can’t fault her for that, that’s the disorder.

My relationship with weight and food has always been abnormal.

I found an app that lets you photoshop yourself and I think that’s when I hit rock bottom. Give a fat girl an app that she can “fix” herself and that’s like a kid in a candy store. So i went to town, and the pictures are a shocking difference. Granted photoshop is a little wonky when you’re not trained but it was still shocking.

First: THIGHS: oh dear lord my thighs are like my biggest issue. I made them smaller and then kept revisiting them because they weren’t small enough. Then they got too small and that looked stupid so I fixed that.

Next: ARMS oy the flubber of arms! I have to say my arms were the one thing I kept making smaller looking at them and then thinking not small enough.

Then: STOMACH my stomach isn’t a huge issue to me it needs work but it wasn’t like a trigger

Last: BOOBS I made them perkier and bigger because why not?

This app showed me a few things…..even when I thought my body was perfect in the picture it wasn’t. I needed more, better, skinnier, perkier, BETTER.

I have an issue valuing myself not just physically but entirely. I was taught you are your weight and because you’re fat you’re also ugly and a failure. Just automatically.

Why should you try to play sports? You are fat everyone sees that. So you’re only able to do these few things.

I need to lose weight to lose me.

I don’t want to lose weight I want to lose myself, I want to start new.

Now now let’s just be honest we all know that’s not a thing. Losing weight alone doesn’t make you lose all your problems so going to get lap band surgery tomorrow is only going to make me 100% worse because then I would need the skin grafting surgery the boob lifts probably rhinoplasty because really why not?

SO I’ve recommitted and will recommit as often as needed. To choose me. To be who I needed when I was little. To be that inspiring person that loves life and herself. To stop myself every time I walk in public with my flubby arms and think someone’s looking at me or laughing at me. To be in the moment and to love who I am including my chub but knowing that I am not my chub, I’m not anything I don’t want to be. You can change yourself in an instant and I’m sick of living the stereotype that was thrown in my face and forced to wear around.


There’s No Glitter

There’s No Glitter

Growing up I used to have a blog called “There’s No Glitter At The Gym” and to be completely honest I forgot all about it, until now.

Thinking about it though growing up being in high school and college you romanticize everything.

When you’re 4 you romanticize school. When you’re 10 you romanticize being a teenager. When you’re a teenager you romanticize relationships, having a car, going to college, and freedom.

Then you become an adult, get married, pay bills and it’s beyond easy to stop dreaming, romanticize anything, get stuck in the daily tasks of being an adult.

I didn’t realize that this happened until I became an adult.

I remember when I was around 17 talking to my Dad and saying “I can’t imagine how people are depressed, life is amazing there’s so much to do, so much to live for” and he responded “Wait until you’re an adult and you have real struggles and real accountability.”

Granted at that point I thought my Dad was just being a Woe Is Me dramatic sort. But honestly he was kind of right. I know teenagers have problems and to be honest a lot more drama than most adults but one thing they don’t for the most part have is 100% accountability. If you are in high school and you don’t do your homework you may get detention, grounded, yelled at, or all of the above.

But when you’re an adult and you don’t pay your mortgage you have no house. You don’t pay your electric you have no electricity. This could get a little repetitive so let’s just summarize and say being an adult has direct repercussions. You do something wrong as an adult you go to prison.

When you’re married (I know I hate to break it to you but…) your husband doesn’t bring you flowers every day (which to be honest would be dumb because flowers last about a week so you’d have a ton of flowers), your husband isn’t the prince charming you dated, he has dirty underwear, he stinks after the gym, he’s not perfect and to be honest neither are you. Being married means being with someone 24/7 for eternity and for some reason we believe that’s going to come with no fights, perfection, and maybe some singing animals at one point but it doesn’t.

And I know 100% what you’re thinking, “Being an adult is hard we get it stop whining.” My point is having stress as an adult, I think, kills your dreams, ambitions and in the end kills your light if you let it.

So to address my 16 year old self, no there is no glitter unless you make it. Very rarely is life going to shower you with love and kindness each day when you walk out of the house. You have to leave with your attitude great, positivity high, and make the best out of everything the world has to give you.

When we decide to be happy, positive and decide to combat the worlds negativity we tend to be nicer to other people which will then make them feel like maybe this life isn’t that awful as well.

I’ve decided that I’m going to turn over a new leaf and make some changes. I’m going to choose happiness. I’m going to choose to dream cast and thing about the future optimistically and not black and white realistically.

I’m not going to get stuck in the repetition of daily life and I’m going to live each day empowering myself and others to be positive. And I think you all should join me in the journey.