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”
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”
So as yal know, I bulk during the winter. I can’t waiitttt sometimes to start my winter body prep. I get to be pudgey. I get to add PB to my shake. I eat food on food on food. It’s lit. Yal it’s so lit.
Last year I started my bulk at the end of July/beginning of August. I gained around 20 lbs last winter.
Continue reading “How’s that Bulk going TY?”
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”
I posted on social media today about my dislike for transformation Tuesday.
I don’t like it. I think we (including me) use it as an excuse to knock our former self and our current progress. I see women all the time with BOMB transformations who post basically ‘disclaimer’ captions. “I’m not where I want to be but…” “I know I’m not bikini ready but…” “I still have long to go but…”
Wtf yal. What if your significant other said that about you? What if you said that about them? Your kids?
You’d be an asshole.
But somehow we make it acceptable to be an asshole to ourselves. And it ain’t cool.
Continue reading “Don’t play yourself.”
I’m an emotional eater.
And by that I don’t mean “when I’m sad I eat”. I mean, when I’m sad, happy, excited, stressed, angry – any hightened emotion I want to eat. Continue reading “Made to Crave – 10/23/17”