It was my genetics?

My parents and grandparents are/were diabetic (type 2) and I was diagnosed as prediabetic at 24 with an A1C of 6.0. And a lot of people I knew and healthcare professionals told me it was because I was genetically predisposed to diabetes.

They didn’t ask about my diet or lack of activity. I sat at a desk all day for work, didn’t work out, and ate fast food at least 3x a week. I love carbs and sweets too. I was depressed. We moved, had 2 mortgages and I was always alone with just LB.

So I ate and layed around.

See here’s the thing about what I was told. It took all of the pressure and responsibility off of me and blamed my genetics. It made me feel like I was just dealt a poor hand. I mean, plenty of people had a worse diet than me and were NOT prediabetic.

It’s really a crazy way that we as a society look at things. Lets say I drove 95 on the interstate every single day (trust me living in Kentucky a lot of people do). And my parents had both lost their legs in car wrecks (God forbid). and then one day I wrecked and broke both legs and may have to amputate. Am I genetically predisposed to losing my legs? To car wrecks?

Why not? It’s the same logic – plenty of people drive 95 and don’t wreck and lose their legs.

See how stupid that sounds? I wasn’t predisposed to diabetes anymore than I’d be predisposed to a car wreck. The people who weren’t affected like I was are like the people who didn’t wreck – THEY’RE LUCKY. Favored. Blessed. Whatever term you want to use. They’re the exception. I’m the rule.

One day I finally got up off my butt and worked out. I changed my diet. And crazy how my A1C went down to 5.5, no longer prediabetic.

I’m no doctor and I can only speak for myself. But the only thing wrong with me was my habits, not my genetics. My genes control a lot of things – my gender, my skin color, my fabulous hair, my body shape, my big teeth.. I could go on and on. But they were not going to make me diabetic. I was going to make me diabetic.

And if you’re like I was, before you check your genetics – check your habits.

New Year – New You ?

Listen, I hate that phrase. It’s the SAME OL YOU. But if 1/1/2018 is what it takes to get you to care about your health and wellness, I’m all for it.

So yal know I got a group going… just like every other month. But this one is a lil something special for the new year.

  1. It’s a fitness bet. We call it “FitBet” – no you do NOT need a fitBIT to participate.
  2. That means whoever loses the highest % of their body weight wins a pot of cash
  3. Last bet was Oct/Nov and the winner lots THIRTY pounds and took home $350!
  4. You get a workout plan, meal plan, 1 meal a day already perfect and ready to go, support and accountability and coaching from ME. And I want one of my clients to be the winner (AGAIN. Yes I coached the last winner).
  5. So basically… YOU WANT in on this. But there’s limited spots.

Reserve your spot now by filling out this form.

I understand the fear of committing to and starting something new. You are afraid that it wont work. You are afraid that you will quit. Again. You are afraid that this will be just like every other time. That’s cool, it’s fine to be afraid. Do it scared, because this is gonan work. It is good nutrition and exercise. If you put in the effort, you cannot fail.

Also, there’s a new program coming out that I’ll be doing for my own fitness called 80 day obsession. THIS AINT for beginners so we will start prepping on 12/20. We go all at it on 1/15. If you want in this, email me at shoot me an email at tarra.yvette@gmail.com.

If you are about to spend like $240+ YET AGAIN for a year of gym membership you ain’t gonna use – come with me instead, sis.

Because I’m gonna annoy tf out of you until you do right.

-Tarra

I Quit my Job to be a WAHM

From the first second I held my son in my arms I knew I’d never love my job again.

I had a “good” situation in America. I took off 12 weeks after my c section. And then I started paying someone (someone amazing) to raise my beautiful son. I have a chemistry degree and I knew it was time to leave the lab (career ceiling without going for a PhD, chemicals all in my aura while pregnant). I loved the lab, and then I loved regulatory.

And then i held my son. I’m dramatic af. And I’m not judging moms who aren’t as crazy or weren’t depressed over going to work. It just wasn’t for me.

But I was the bread winner. I started my career in pharma in 2012 after earning a bachelors in chemistry. I’ve always had a salary and benefits and done well. Our family has benefited for sure. We have had some rough patches but all and all for a family our size at our age we have done well.

I thought I couldn’t quit and be home with LB. So I went back to work. And I cried. And I tried. And I hated everything about it.

When he was about 10 months old I decided my time at my first company was done. We relocated back to my hubbys old town and I found a new job – still in pharma. Yal, I was bomb at this job. Customer facing and I basically managed the quality end of around 14 companies products manufactured at the site. I started to gain some confidence. And I decided to extend that to working on me – so I started Beachbody.

I lost the weight I needed to lose.

I took charge of my health and became a coach. And you know what I discovered?

I’m good at a lot of things other than chemistry and pharma. I’m a good motivator. I’m encouraging. I make a way out of no way.

I’m good.

I started to think “maybe I could make this my full time?” I set a goal for end of 2018. And around August – I got scared.

I got another job offer from a local company. It was more money, more opportunities… I was on the fence for awhile but I took it.

I started right before the leadership retreat in October. And I learned something at that retreat.

Those women there who are now home with their kids while they work – they’re just like me. They’re not cut from a different cloth and they don’t have super powers. They just believed in themselves and put the work in.

So I did the same. I busted my butt. At the same time – bae had just gotten his career back on track (that’s a story for another day but lay down with dogs and get fleas). We ran the budget a zillion times.

And it worked.

So after freaking out for 4 months – i did it. I have prayed, I have cried, i have talked to countless friends about it, I have wondered if I was crazy. But I feel at peace now.

Here we are taught this idea that we should spend 13 straight years in school, then get a 4 year degree, then work for a major corporation until death. And I’ve done it and I was successful financially. But I wasn’t happy. I wanted to be home with my son. I wanted to enjoy my whole life – not just Saturday and Sunday. I am tireddddd of selling hours away from my son for $35 a pop. And i don’t have to.

Here’s a secret – you can really actually do anything you want. Just set your mind to it and GO.

Of course there will be changes. I won’t be making both incomes anymore, just 1. But I am excited to see how my business flourishes with more time to focus on growing into the person and mother I want to be. I feel like always pushing towards my “assigned goals” that society nudged me towards stunted my growth as a woman. I’m excited to explore who I am while living a life by design.

So it’s a risk and it’s new and it’s scary but I’m doing it. I couldn’t do any of this without first of all God (of course). Close second is hubby – who finally recognized how bomb Beachbody has been for me and actually is the one who suggested I finally dive in.

I also have to give a shout out to every single person who supports my dreams (this includes my 3400+ followers – Yal are the BEST and i love yal so much), my extended family (especially my sister) And of course my beautiful supportive sponsor coach Maria (and hers, Misti) and each and every wonderful woman who has given me the chance to help them along their path to a better version of them. Omg I love yal. I can’t hardly believe this.

I lived someone else’s American dream my entire life.

Now I’m going to go live mine ✌🏾

TL:DR – I quit my job to be a Beachbody coach full time.

BTW – I’d love for you to join me.

if you feel anything like I felt, let’s talk about if coaching could be for you. OR something else even. What’s your dream?

Tarra.Yvette@gmail.com 😘

Your size doesn’t make you more or less worthy of love – a post Thanksgiving blab

In light of all the post-thanksgiving “omg I look gross I gotta get back on track” posts – I bring you this rant 😂.

First of all – the few pounds of mostly water weight you gained from thanksgiving is not “omg I’m so gross” post worthy. (See above photo – I’m extremely bloated and several inches gained and STILL cute 👌🏾)

Actually, nothing weight related is worthy of an “omg I’m gross” post.

What if I were to tell you that you don’t have to hate yourself for your weight or size?

Like seriously. There are cute (and ugly) people of ALL sizes. You can dress any body size or shape to look amazing. If you see someone who looks a mess – it’s not their weight that has them looking crazy. And even when I was bigger I could still dress up and look nice when I wanted to.

Continue reading “Your size doesn’t make you more or less worthy of love – a post Thanksgiving blab”

Thanksgiving Fit Tips

So as yal know I take care to feed my family clean, whole, organic food. My son basically went straight from the breast to almond milk. I love teaching the kids healthy habits and doing the best I can to make sure they have everything they need to not have to learn how to eat healthy as adults.

I’m sure your wondering how I handle thanksgiving. I have a few helpful tips to help you make it through the holidays without forgetting your goals. Continue reading “Thanksgiving Fit Tips”

My baby can run! – Stephanie’s half marathon

My sister and I are pretty close. We are 3 years apart and basically both crazy. So she gets me. I can tell her something weird I’m thinking or feeling and she gets it. I don’t have to explain. I don’t have to try to make it sound less crazy or less weird. She just gets me.

Ain’t she cute? I just love her.

I would dead jump in your fight. I WOULD DEAD JUMP IN YOUR FIGHT now what’s poppin?! 😂😂😂

Anywho, my sister has struggled with her weight her whole life. I’m older than her and I always remember her being a little ‘tubby’ (what we used to call it). Once college hit it got pretty ‘bad’. I never noticed it until she started losing the weight. She blames me for not letting her know she didn’t have a neck. Who knew! LOL

She started working out and counting macros about 14 months ago (yes I assign macros. I’m a macro magician – hit me up for details). Macro counting is a type of flexible dieting where you can eat whatever you want, as long as you eat your target amount of protein, carbs and fat each day. At first she started with workouts hubby suggested, then moved on to running.

Guys. This girl like Forest Gump. She just… kept… running. Continue reading “My baby can run! – Stephanie’s half marathon”

Diastasis recti – how I got my flat tummy post C-Section

One of my pet peeves is when people tell c-section moms that it is impossible to have a flat stomach again. It’s not. It’s harder. It’s harder for any mom to have a flat stomach again. Our bodies go through so many changes! But it isn’t impossible. Granted, I still have some loose skin but I feel like my belly is pretty flat and fabulous. However even when I got past the belly fat (which is what most people are referring to when they say you can’t have a flat stomach. Yes, you can – but not at 35+% body fat. haha).

I wasn’t fit pre-pregnancy. Not even close. I do, however, have a naturally small frame and I am an apple shape. So I got pregnant, and I was still as inactive as before, if not more. I had just switched from my job in the chemistry lab to a job in regulatory so I was sitting instead of standing.

I gained 50 lbs while I was pregnant. Which is a lot for someone of my build. My belly button was herniated a bit and my abs were totally separated. All of my weight gain was in my belly (both baby and all the fat I put on). So people always said “oh, you’re all belly! You’ll bounce right back.” No.

I’m not a ball, ain’t no bouncing. I aint no rubber band either, ain’t no snapback. And that’s ok.

Anywho, It was awhile postpartum before I started on my fitness journey. LB was born via unscheduled C-Section and I knew my abs were weak. My core had never been incredibly strong but even like 12 weeks after giving birth I felt like I couldn’t sit up in bed. I had to roll to the side to get up. That was the first time I looked into diastasis recti. I did the test (we will discuss this earlier) and my gap was 4 finger widths apart. I assumed it would close with time and kept pushing. Continue reading “Diastasis recti – how I got my flat tummy post C-Section”