How I Lost My “Baby Weight”

How I Lost My “Baby Weight”I have been using various Beachbody products since I became a coach (rep) in 2010. I have never been overweight but have fluctuated between 140-160 throughout most of my adult life. In 2017, I changed my diet and got down to my lowest weight since middle school. I was in the best shape of my life, competing at a high level in ironman distance triathlons.

In November 2017 I found out I was pregnant. I was 45 years old so this was a bit of a shock, but a miraculous blessing! In June I had my perfect baby girl and was surprised that instead of losing weight immediately after I had her, I actually gained weight.

None of my maternity clothes fit because I was bigger everywhere (except my belly of course). I was frustrated and depressed and already sleep deprived and overwhelmed having a newborn. I have a background of depression, anxiety, and eating disorders, which didn’t help at all!

During my pregnancy, I knew I would have some struggles with my weight gain and new bod, so I immediately started the 2B Mindset program as soon as it was released in May 2018. 2B Mindset was the newest program from Beachbody (a health/fitness company) which focused on simple healthy nutrition habits and changing your mindset about food, eating, and your body.

As soon as I could mentally wrap my head around starting to take care of myself again, I started back up on the program that I had spent 6 weeks practicing before I had Coura. It was easier because I had been working on it for 6 weeks already and I understood and believed in the concepts and practices it taught.

Between the 2B Mindset, drinking Shakeology several times daily (typically 3-4), PiYo, and Energize, 7 months later I am back to my pre-preg weight.

The main principles of the 2B Mindset program are: weigh daily, water first, veggies most, and track everything.

I have always weighed myself daily with mixed emotions. This program taught me how to do this as “data collection” only and not to be so attached to the number! I love that the 2B Mindset program encourages this!

It also focuses on drinking water first thing in the morning and before each meal/snack throughout the day. This has helped with the dehydration of breastfeeding and lack of sleep as well!!
And eating more veggies is one of the main principles of the program, so I am eating twice as many veggies as I was before. I love veggies but I am lazy and tend to grab a shake or bar instead.

When I am tired or cranky or only have one hand to make a meal (due to baby holding/feeding), I still opt for a shake since Shakeology is easy to make and drink!

The other thing that helped is after 6 weeks of not being able to work out, I was able to start. Exercise has never helped me lose weight, but when I exercise, I feel less stress and anxiety so it’s easier to want to eat healthier and take care of myself and my body.

I am super grateful for the tools and products that Beachbody has given me! I am still following the principles of the 2B Mindset and will forever. It is a lifestyle change, not a short-term diet/nutrition plan.

I am getting my 2B Mindset Coaching Certification so I can help others who are struggling like I was. I am also running monthly success groups to help teach others these basic principles.

I would love for you to join us!!
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Thanks for all your love and encouragement over the past 7 months!!

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Postpartum Triathlete: Getting Your Swim Back

Postpartum Triathlete: Getting Your Swim BackFive months after having my baby, I’m finally feeling like I can swim again! I wanted to share what I did to get back into swimming after taking some time off.

Whether it is intentional (off-season, break, hate swimming) or unintentional (injury, illness, surgery, life change), it’s tough to get back in the pool when you’ve been out for a while.

I wanted to share the steps I took in hopes that it may help somebody else who is struggling to get back in swimming shape after being out of the pool for a while.

I want to start by saying when I found out I was pregnant, I was in really good shape. As in Kona Ironman shape. I took a break from swimming after the Ironman because I got 3 new tattoos. Before I had a chance to get back in the water, I found out I was pregnant. I always heard that swimming was the best thing to do while you’re pregnant.

When I was a personal trainer my clients who were pregnant loved being in the water. They said it took the weight off their joints and their back and they loved to feel light, cool, etc.

I swam a little at the beginning of my pregnancy, but by the time my belly started getting bigger, it was actually really uncomfortable for me to swim. I continued to swimming just to keep swimming, but it was typically 1 to 2 times a week 15 to 30 minutes at a time, at a very leisurely pace, and using all the equipment I could find!!

After Coura was born, I was antsy to get back into the pool, but had to wait 6 weeks for everything to heal. Once I was cleared to get into the pool, I jumped right in, only to discover that even 100 yards at a moderate pace got my heart rate up and my arms and legs felt uncoordinated and weak. I was also having a lot of shoulder pain from the way I was holding my baby when I breastfed her, so that flared up almost immediately after trying to swim freestyle.

Here is how I progressed…

Month 1: I swam 1-2 times a week for about 20 minutes using ALL my equipment (other than paddles). A typical swim looked like this:

  • 200 streamline kick on back w fins
  • 100 backstroke w fins
  • 200 kick on side with fins
  • 200 breastroke kick w board
  • 4×50 scull/swim w buoy and snorkel
  • 100 breastroke

Month 2: I swam 1-2 times a week for about 40 minutes still using lots of equipment, still not using paddles, only because my shoulder was still super sore after a swim. A typical swim looked like this:

  • 400 swim with fins, kick on back every 4th 25
  • 8×50 kick w board free/breast
  • 4×100 w buoy and snorkel 25 scull/75 swim
  • 3×75 kick/drill/swim IM order
  • 200 dolphin kick on back w fins
  • 200 breastroke

Month 3: I swam 2-3 times a week and tried to get an hour in for one of the swims. I started doing part of my set on an interval, and added back paddles. A typical swim looked like this:

  • 4×100 swim/kick w fins
  • 4×100 kick/drill w fins IM order
  • 8×50 kick w board free/breast on 1:10
  • 3×100 pull right paddle/left paddle/both paddles
  • 200 breast
  • 4×100 free on 1:45
  • 4×50 IM/free on 1:00
  • 200 breast
  • 300 dolphin kick w fins on back

Month 4: Sometimes I get in 3 swims a week, but usually still only 2. Swam my longest swim of the year this month at 3,600 yards. Here is what it looked like:

  • 8×100 w fins swim/kick by 100
  • 8×50 kick w board on 1:10
  • 8×50 swim w paddles on :50
  • 4×75 k/d/s IM order
  • 200 breast
  • 6×100 free on 1:40
  • 100 breast
  • 6×50 fast free/easy breast on 1:00
  • 200 IM easy
  • 300 back w fins
  • 100 breast

Over the weeks I am slowly adding a little distance (usually only 200 to my longest swim every 2 weeks) and a little speed (timing one more set each month). If something isn’t fun or hurts, I stop. There is no reason to hurt myself or get sick of swimming this early in my season.

If you are newer to swimming, I would also focus the majority of your workout on drills!

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My 46th Birthday Workout

My 46th Birthday Workout.... Every year for my birthday, I do a birthday workout. I do this because I love my birthday and I want to celebrate me. I try to think of all the things I love to do and cram them all into one day! Every year for my birthday, I do a birthday workout. I do this because I love my birthday and I want to celebrate me. I try to think of all the things I love to do and cram them all into one day! Working out is one of my favorite things to do, and I love to challenge myself, so I always make my birthday workout a pretty big challenge.

This year was a little different. I don’t have as much time and freedom as I’ve had in the past, I was already teaching two classes at the gym, and of course I have Coura now. I still wanted to do something challenging, but doable, and like everything else in my life right now, I need it to be a little more flexible than in the past. I decided on a 46 minute swim, 46 minute bike, and a 46 minute run. Not all at once, not necessarily in that order, spread out throughout the day.

I got up early on November 6 to have enough time to pump after feeding Coura, as I’m not supposed to wear a sports bra unless my breasts are completely empty. I was planning on getting to the gym 15 minutes before my first class to drop Coura off at childcare and get started on my run. As with all my other plans over the past four months, I was running behind. I got to the gym five minutes before my class started, dropped Coura off, and went and taught class. I did however jump on a treadmill for 15 minutes after class to get the party started!

I visited childcare to feed myself and Coura, changed her, and played with her until it was time to teach my second class. After that class, I jumped on the treadmill for nine more minutes, before heading out to meet my mom at a different gym for part of my bike and leave Coura with her so I can finish my workout.

I biked 33 minutes with my mom, fed and changed Coura, and sent her to spend the afternoon with Grandma! Thank you Mom!

I then got back on the bike for another 13 minutes, jumped on the treadmill for my final 22 minutes, and then headed in to the pool for my 46 minutes swim!!

So yay! I got my entire birthday workout done! My total workout was a little over two hours and 15 minutes, which is my longest work out since I had Coura in June! So although it wasn’t a challenge like in the past (last year’s workout took 6 ½ hours), it was a challenge for me in my new life!

It felt amazing, and I had a blast! It was also the first time in a year that I actually felt like a triathlete! It got me super excited about my upcoming season, and I started thinking about what I want to do for training and racing this year.

After my birthday work out, Matt took me to eat at my favorite restaurant, Native Foods Café, and luckily they were fully stocked with oatmeal cream pies! The perfect end to my birthday workout!

How do you spend your birthday? What do you do to celebrate you?

And thanks for all the birthday messages, posts, and texts!

MY FRIENDS ROCK!

See you next year!

Peace of Mind: The Greatest Gift of All

Peace of Mind - The Greatest Gift of AllWhen I got pregnant, I suddenly went from the most optimistic, positive person on the planet to a total doomsday prepper when it came to my baby. Instantly everything weird or different or unusual happening in my body was something horrible.

And it only got worse after Coura was born. If she was crying, something was wrong, if she was quiet, something was wrong. I had crazy dreams about dropping her, or leaving her somewhere, or forgetting to feed her. So in the real world, knowing that she was safe and taken care of no matter what, was extremely valuable.

I want to say right off the bat, that if I read this blog post a year ago, I would have been super judgemental toward the person who wrote it. I’ve been hesitant to share anything about this because of that, but I decided to be brave and write it anyway! Here is why…

  • To help others and give them hope if they are in a similar situation
  • To show my gratitude and appreciation
  • To bring awareness to all the options we have available as parents and future parents

When I found out I was pregnant a year ago, I had just come out a 21-year marriage where I left my ex-husband. I had spent the previous six months shacking up with friends and family, training and racing, and doing some soul-searching to figure out what was next for me. What I didn’t focus on was making money. I made enough to get by, but I didn’t have anything saved, especially for what was coming next in my life, a baby.

I wasn’t freaked out about having a baby when I found out I was pregnant, but I was a little concerned with the financial aspect. I knew if I had a completely simple, easy, normal birth, I could come up with the money to pay for it. But with all the testing, extra doctor visits, and potential issues that go along with having a “geriatric pregnancy” (yes, that is what it was called since I was 45 years old), I wasn’t sure how much more that would all cost.

I had never needed any financial assistance, so I didn’t know how it would all work or if I would even qualify, but a couple people suggested that I look into Medicaid. I did some research, filled out all the paperwork, and was accepted.

What a godsend this program was for me. It gave me so much peace of mind when it came to prenatal care, labor and delivery, and postnatal care for me and my baby. I didn’t have to decide which appointments were most important and which I could skip. I didn’t have to decide which tests I could afford and which I couldn’t. And I didn’t have to ask when given the options during my delivery how much things cost such as an epidural, the Bili light, and the supplies I use during my five-day stay in the hospital.

I also didn’t have to worry about finding the cheapest pediatrician or deciding which appointments where most importance when Coura was born. Because she was not gaining weight for the first two weeks after her birth, we had to go to her pediatrician every two days until she did. I’m so grateful I didn’t have to worry about how I was going to pay for all this help. Plus, being a stressed-out mom to be, or a worried mother, doesn’t help a struggling baby at all.

At first, I was super embarrassed being on Medicaid. Whenever I was asked who my insurance was, I hated hearing the word come out of my mouth. I thought for sure people would judge me or think I was irresponsible or that I wasn’t fit to be a mother.

But now I am just grateful.

Grateful I got the best care for me and my baby. Grateful I didn’t have the added stress to pass onto Coura before and after she was born. Grateful I can focus on spending time with her and taking care of her needs now instead of working over-time to pay off thousands of dollars in medical bills. I am just grateful.

This has also taught me not to judge others so quickly! Like I said earlier, I would have totally judged me before this! I thought people who needed financial assistance were lazy or irresponsible, or worse! I never considered they may just be going through a life change or transition or a tragedy or whatever!!

Most of us just need a little temporary help to get back on track when we’ve been side-swiped! Luckily mine was a little bundle of blessing and even luckilier (did I make up that word?) that there is a program out there to support me in supporting her!

Thank you Medicaid! I don’t know what I have done without you!

And thank you peeps for loving me unconditionally!

Stay hopeful!

See you soon!

Money Can’t Buy Happiness?

Money Can’t Buy Happiness? We’ve all heard the phrase “money can’t buy happiness.” I would love to believe that, but I’m not really sure I do. We’ve all heard the phrase “money can’t buy happiness.”

I would love to believe that, but I’m not really sure I do. I spent most of last year without a lot of money. But I had very few expenses so I made enough to support my lifestyle at the time.

This year however has been different. Knowing I was going to have a child, I obviously had to put down some roots. This meant renting a house. Along with the house comes money needed for utilities, upkeep, and several expenses that I haven’t had for a while.

Having my baby a month early cut my preparation short as I was relying on those last four weeks to make money to get me through those first few months with a newborn.

When Coura was born, I had a little money saved, but after four weeks of not working, that money was gone. The next six weeks for me were full of stress, anxiety, and overwhelm because I had no money for anything other than the bare necessities.

I would “try “working at first at night while I was feeding Coura, and then during the day while she was napping, but that ended quickly as I was exhausted myself and needed more than 3 to 5 hours of sleep in a 24-hour period. I was tired, I was gaining weight from eating crap from being tired, and I was stressing myself, and I’m sure my baby, in the process.

My friends kept saying to me “taking care of your baby is your number one priority, that’s all you should be thinking about, you don’t need to be working right now, that’s why people take maternity leave.” But a lot of people who take maternity leave are getting paid for it. Since I own my own businesses, I wasn’t!

Essentially if I needed food, supplements, dog food, clothes, or to even pay my bills, I had to ask for help. This literally made my stomach sick just thinking about it. I don’t often wait until the very last second, and by then I was in emotional wreck, so my asking for help usually ended up as a cry fest and me feeling like a failure, worthless, not good at anything, and unable to take care of myself or my baby.

When Coura was two months old, I was given the opportunity to start working again. It would be a total of about four hours a day, and was a challenge to make it work, but I just kept looking at the money that would be coming and, even small amounts, to take the edge off of how I was feeling.

Some days after just a couple hours of sleep, I would have to get up, feed and change Coura, pack her up and take her to grandma’s, and then drive over an hour to coach. I typically don’t do well on four or six hours of sleep, but I knew when I saw money coming in, to contribute to my life financially, it would all be worth it. And it was.

When my first paycheck came in, I was able to catch up on many of the things I had been behind on like my vitamins, supplements, healthy food, fruits and vegetables, dog food, formula, diapers, full tank of gas, oil change, soap, shampoo, and a few other things I had been skimping on over the previous couple months.

That paycheck was gone within minutes, but huge weight was lifted off of me. I felt better, and happier, than I had in weeks, despite my fatigue and lack of upkeep and other areas of my life. That little amount of money, made a huge difference in my life. It gave me hope , peace of mind, and I felt like I could breathe again.

So did that paycheck make me happier? You bet your ass it did!

Not having money takes a lot more time, effort, patience, and energy, none of which I had being a new mom.

I have been working consistently now for the past 3 months and it has made a world of difference. This month is the first month since Coura was born that I have enough money to pay ALL my bills and my expenses!!! And YES! That does make me happy!!!

If you feel hopeless or frustrated about money, just start somewhere (anywhere) to bring in a little more! There are so many opportunities today with the internet and small jobs here and there that may not seem like they will be helpful, but they are!

Remember…baby steps…ALWAYS!!!

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The New Golden Rule

The New Golden RuleWe all learned the “Golden Rule” at an early age. Treat others the way you want to be treated is basically how it sums up.

I had an epiphany in the shower the other day. And I call this the “New Golden Rule”.

It is: treat yourself like you would treat others.

Now this only works if you are actually a good person, and treat others nicely, with respect, and forgive their flaws, which everyone has. But since I am such a person, this is important rule for me to follow.

I once had a therapist who told me to write a letter to myself as if I were writing it to my five-year-old self. I think the real exercise is to write a letter to your daughter or son in the same tone as you speak to yourself, and then read it out loud, to hear how obnoxious and horrifying the way we talk to ourselves is, but at the time I didn’t have children so I think she modified it to fit my current lifestyle. The purpose of this exercise is to show us that we would never treat other people as horribly as we tend to treat ourselves.

So back to my epiphany…

I had just given my 12 week old a bath, and of course I used the 100% super duper soft bamboo washcloths that I got for her to nourish her delicate skin and always make her feel like a spoiled princess.

After I dried her off, slathered her with coconut oil, and put on her softest most comfy pajamas, I jumped back in the shower so that I could bathe myself as well. I grabbed my rough, coarse washcloth, which I purposefully used to exfoliate my face.

I want to add in here that I’ve always hated my skin, ever since I was a tween, although we didn’t have a name for that age back then. I’ve used every abrasive harsh chemical filled product and procedure to try to make my skin smoother and softer looking over the years.

Nothing has worked. So as far as cleanser and moisturizer, I’m FINALLY using mild products, Dr. Bronner‘s baby soap as a cleanser and coconut oil as a moisturizer.

But every other day I grab that coarse washcloth and scrub the crap out of my face hoping to exfoliate all the bumps and lines and pitts from acne scars, which leaves my face red and sore. I justify this by soaking it in coconut oil overnight to help repair.

On a side note, I don’t think my skin has looked any better from doing this over the past few years.

So back to my shower the other night. I was reaching for my angry washcloth, when I remembered what gentle loving care I just gave my baby girl. I started thinking why the difference? After hundred justifications, I came to the conclusion that there is no difference, other than I want to take care of her, and I want to punish myself.

So BOOM! Right then and there I tossed my crappy hater washcloth and picked up my “I am worthy of love and self-care” washcloth!

This may sound like a trite and simple “problem” to a lot of people, but for me it is huge. It’s a smaller part of the bigger issue that I have struggled with my entire life; unconditional self-love.

So for me to make one small step toward loving myself more, I will take it!
Baby steps…always!

Please do something extra nice to or for yourself today!

You are worthy! We all are!

Yay!

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Cherish this moment? Tips For Real Newborn Moms!

Cherish this moment? Tips For Real Newborn Moms!Every time I post a picture of Coura on social media, I have somebody comment to “cherish this moment” or something similar. It’s probably my fault because I only post the totes adorable pictures of her and avoid posting the ones where she’s blowing a gasket or needing to eat every 45 minutes for 45 minutes, but I’m not really sure I want to treasure all of these these moments.

A month from now, I may read this and wish I would’ve paid more attention and appreciated the point in time more, but for now I’m ready to start feeling like me again.

Next month, I may change my mind, and regret writing this, but right now I can’t figure out what moments I would want to embrace. Is it…

  • The fog I’m walking around in day and night?
  • My constantly sore nipples?
  • Being too big to fit into even my maternity clothes?
  • All the fluids leaking from me nonstop?
  • Having no energy to give to anyone, including my baby or my boyfriend?
  • Wishing she was asleep because I’m too tired to play with her?
  • Feeling like I have no idea what I’m doing?
  • Crying for no reason?
  • And then crying even more about something stupid?
  • Not having the time or energy to even organize her room, which she’ll eventually want to be living in?
  • Staying inside because it seems like too much work to leave the house?
  • But then going crazy because I haven’t left the house?

Are these the moments I should be cherishing? Because to be honest, I’m so tired that even if all these memories were great memories, I don’t think I have the capacity to enjoy them.

Yes, when I look at her she melts my heart, and she is pretty damn perfect. She’s a part of me and I love her completely and unconditionally. But I will still love her just as much in a month or two, when I’m a little more rested, I have my shit figured out a little bit more, and I have a glimpse of hope of having enough energy to laugh when she does something funny or play with her after she eats instead of hoping I fed her enough to fall asleep on me so I can get a quick nap in.

As I write this I feel like a horrible mom wishing she would be just a few weeks older so that we can be a family sans headaches and tears, but it is what it is, and I am who I am, and these are the feelings I am feeling.

I know this is a lesson for me to live in the moment, and by default, it’s all I can do, so thank you universe for forcing it on me.

And I know I am allowed to live in the moment while also being excited for my future. It’s like I learned in recovery: I can work on being better while accepting myself as I am.
And of course I will go on doing my best. Taking care of Coura and loving her with every cell of my being. But I will also be looking forward to the day when I am holding her just to have her in my arms and give her love instead of to feed her and hope she falls asleep after.

Until that day, I will be open to the advice from the hundreds of moms who are wiser and more experienced, and I promise I will do my best to cherish this moment, right here, right now. I promise.

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Homework: Ask For Help

Homework: Ask For HelpIf you are reading this blog post, we probably have many things in common. If you are anything like me, you have a hard time asking for help because we are super self-sufficient and don’t need anyone or anything!

We are strong and powerful and confident in asking the universe for what we want, but have a difficult time asking an actual person for what we need when we aren’t able to provide it for ourselves.

I messaged a friend last night who is struggling with defeat when it comes to racing triathlon and I asked her if she was talking with anyone about it. She said “not really I just keep to myself”.

I felt her pain and wanted to do something to help her, but I have no idea what she needs, and she’s not about to ask for my help! But I got it, and didn’t push, because that’s exactly how I would be reacting if I were in her same situation.

Today while talking to my success partner, Tara, she called me out on the same exact thing. There are things I need right now in my life that I am not able to handle on my own with adjusting to mommying full-time to a newborn baby.

I wanted to be that person who could do it all! But I’m not, and that is super disappointing to me. Tara reminded me that not only is it OK to ask for help, but if I don’t, I’m not going to be a successful mommy, which is my ONLY job right now.

We talked about ways to do it and what words to use and to be honest I’m still not sure how it will all play out. The thought of being dependent on more than just me makes my stomach hurt. And with the damn hormones raging, I feel like I’m going to cry even thinking about it.

So I thought I would challenge myself and put out the same challenge to you! Together we can do this!

No one else knows what we need but us. They aren’t mind readers. They can’t possibly know our struggle. They will never offer to help because we usually don’t accept it. We can’t blame anyone but ourselves.

We need to be brave and make the first move. We need to be open and vulnerable and communicate what we need with those who love us the most. They want to help, but won’t know how unless we share. Just writing this is making me want to throw up!

Seriously! But I know I can’t keep beating myself up for what I can’t do on my own right now. My baby doesn’t need to feel my struggling or anxiety. She deserves only love and light. I want to give her the best chance for success.

I am listening to GIRL WASH YOUR FACE by Rachel Hollis and she says as a new mommy, you have 2 things to do each day and that is it! Number 1: Keep your baby alive and Number 2: Keep yourself alive. First of all, thank you for this! Second of all, I need to ask for help!

So here is our challenge:

Pick something small that you need help with right now. So small that if we don’t get the help we want/need, it’s no biggie! Ask for that! Ask someone you trust and that you know has your best interest in their hearts! Ask! Just ask!
Then pick something bigger, scarier to ask for. Or maybe something you need from someone who you are afraid to ask? And ask.

No need to rush from one “ask” to another, take your time, baby steps. Wait until you are ready, but don’t wait too long. Take each positive outcome and roll with it. Use it to help give you confidence for your bigger and scarier ask!!

Keep working your way up until you get to the one that’s going to make the biggest difference in your life right now!

BOOM! YOU DID IT!!!

I would LOVE to hear how it goes for you! I’m sure I’ll share how mine is going!

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Keep It Simple!

Keep It SimpleI am constantly working toward simplifying my life. I love decluttering, organizing, and coming up with systems to help make things easier for me. With a baby girl arriving in the next 6 weeks, I am working double-time to simplify, as I know babies are time consuming and can complicate life more than it already is.

One of the things I am working on is my lists. I have several businesses and income streams and most require me to do activities every single day. In the past I have made a list of every single thing I need to do each and every day to move toward my ideal life! Since I am an optimist, I make my lists with enthusiasm and the very best of intentions. I double check it, organize it, and print it out, ready to start the very next day!

Day 1: I do 80% of the activities – I am motivated and fired up and make extra time to move toward my ideal life!!

Day 2: I do 60% of the activities – a couple things come up but I’m still able to get stuff done!

Day 3: I do 50% of my list – I got behind on a couple other things I needed to do, plus at some point I have to sleep and eat and shower!

Day 4: I do 30% of my list – I’m a little overwhelmed and stayed up late the night before. I feel like I need to catch up from day 2 and 3 slacking and the overwhelm is paralyzing.
Day 5: I do 1% of my list – I do the one thing on my list that is the easiest and most enjoyable. It’s been a long week and I am ready to veg.

Day 6: Feel like a failure, yell at myself, get so annoyed with my undisciplined being that I eat too much and sleep too little AND get nothing productive done. I go to bed feeling like crap!

Day 7: Get my shit together, print out a new list, and am super excited to start fresh tomorrow!!

REPEAT! FOREVER! EXHAUSTING!!!

This has been my life for the past 10 years. Seriously! I keep telling myself these lists would make my life more simple, I just have to make the time to do everything on them each and every day.

Last week my friend and mentor, Tara, brought to my attention that I am setting myself up to fail every single day. Wow! That sounds depressing! It’s like loading your house with cookies and chips and then getting mad at yourself for eating cookies and chips.

There has got to be a better way!

So this month I am doing TWO new (different) things…

My list will have “only” 11 things a day ranked in order of importance.

I will pre-schedule ALL activities into my calendar each day. Starting with #1. When I run out of time, I stop scheduling. If time “appears”, I can add in the next activity, if not, no biggie.

I got up early this morning and made my lists. Put them in my spreadsheet. Printed them out! I will schedule them all in this weekend and then start my new system Monday!
I am hopeful!

I would love to hear what systems work for you in your life with scheduling, time-management, working from home, and raising a baby! I am open to anything that makes my life and myself better!

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Welcome Coura McCay Sutphin to this MIRACULOUS World!

Welcome Coura McCay Sutphin to this MIRACULOUS World!I may have gone a little crazy on social media the past 2 weeks on posting pics of my new baby girl, but I am not apologizing. I do the same thing every time I have been proud of an accomplishment, enthusiastic about a new adventure, or pretty much anything I am excited about in my life, which is usually a lot.

BUT…just in case you aren’t on Facebook or Intagram…here is the scoop…

A couple hours after I posted my weekly “Happy Bump Day” preggo photos for #36weeks, I went to the hospital to check on a “dribble” which ended up being my water breaking.

About 38 hours later, I popped out an amazingly perfect baby girl. In fact, she didn’t even have to visit the NICU! Most “preemies” do, but she is an over achiever and passed most of her initial tests with flying colors!

Check out Coura’s birth story! – Our Birth Plan: Have a F-ing Baby!

She did have to sleep under the bili light for 2 days, but that’s common in all babies, not just preemies.
Coura McCay Sutphin was born at 7:28 am on June 15, 2018. She was 18.5 inches long and weighed 5 pounds 13 ounces. She is a Gemini and a 5 in Numerology.

I know ALL moms think their baby is beautiful and perfect and such, so I’ll spare you the doting, but the second she came out of my body and lay straight over my heart, I knew how much I would adore her for the rest of my life.

As most of you know, Coura was not planned, and in fact was a bit of a miracle. But from the moment I found out I was pregnant, I was looking forward to the day I got to meet her. I look forward to seeing her experience life and explore this world with and without me. I am excited to see how she responds and reacts to every part of her life, and I can’t wait to see how we both grow and benefit from knowing each other.

Coura is short for Courage. Courage is one of the main themes in my life. I am not always brave, but I always strive to be. It’s not easy taking action when I have no idea the outcome, but if I’m not brave enough to try, I will never create my ideal life.

One of my favorite quotes is: “More often than not, being brave means doing it scared.” -Michael Hyatt
I am scared all the time, but I remind myself that courage gives me hope and hope is the only emotion stronger than fear. So I stay hopeful and courageous. And now I have this precious piece of me to remind me that courage trumps fear every damn day for the rest of my life!

LET’S DO THIS!

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