Showing posts from August, 2015

5 Reasons Why I Make a Horrible Blogger

1)  9 out of 10 I am dressed like above.  Mom bun, jeans, tank top and very minimal makeup.  In order to take fashion photos I have to get ready and as a mother of 3 under 3... ain't nobody got time for that.
2) I lack consistency.  Example: I am going to blog every Tuesday + Thursday. Well, Tuesday the kids had doctor appointments and little one got shots which made Wednesday + Thursday a big bundle of FUN as I pleaded for just two seconds  him to feel all better and the crying to stop. Nothing ever goes as I planned.
3) I don't own a white bedspread. Have you ever noticed that EVERY blogger has this amazingly huge bed with white  blankets to take adorable family photos in? Not only is my comforter a mix of whatever blankets don't have baby pee or puke on it  at the time but my bedroom also looks like a war zone. 6 moves in the last 3 years = everything still in boxes. It's like we are afraid to unpack. Which leads us to...
4) I don't live in a beautifully decorated house. In all hones…

Beating the slump and working towards my goals

Lets start at the beginning. 
I never struggled with my body or weight in my past because I was always so active and fit.  In high school I ran cross country and long distance track. Trained hard and made it to states.  After a year of college I decided I needed a break and joined the Army NG.  Off to basic training I went where I kicked A at PT and never felt better about my body.  I averaged around 105-110 lbs and had a BMI of 18.  I would of never guessed that 5 months later I would be pregnant with my first child. 
STARTED: 110lbs ENDED: 160lbs +50 My first pregnancy I had a serious addiction to brownies and Netflix. I managed to gain a whopping 50 lbs and it showed!  Thankfully yet sadly I had to leave for 3 weeks of Army training and the weight just poured off from all the heat and working out. By the time I got home I was back down to 115lbs  but I also found out I was pregnant 2 weeks later! Talk about a welcome home gift from my man. He's always been the go hard or go home type!