My Life, Uncensored.

   There are so many different stages of fitness. Some are physical, some mental and everyone experiences them differently. I'm currently in the stage my husband would probably call the "Baby Stage" because I act like a baby almost every time we go to the gym. My mindset is right when we get there but then when my body doesn't do what I think it should, I get frustrated and allow it to ruin my workout.    I was having a conversation the other night with the hubs, who also happens to be my trainer, and we were discussing my mental block. He explained to me, for the probably millionth time, that I needed to use that frustration and anger to power my workouts. While that sounds like a great motivational poster... I didn't have a clue how to do it.     So, we hit the gym at lunch yesterday and an honest mistake with weight caused me to completely fail out on my second set. I mean, I was done.. and then I was pissed.      "How did you not get that weight?&qu

"Progress is impossible without change,  and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything."    If I've said it once, I've said it a million times. The absolute hardest thing to train in and out of the gym is your mind. Unless your brain is on board with your body, you really won't get very far. It's kind of like press on nails. They start off strong but after a few days the glue starts to give and before you know it you popped a nail off zipping your pants. Diet and exercise are the same way. You start off strong but as time goes on you slowly start to wear down and much like the glue, you start to "give" on things. "One bite won't hurt." "I'm too tired to workout today." "I don't want to be rude at the party. I'll enjoy and start back up tomorrow."     One excuse turns into two and then two into three. Next thing you know you're sitting on the kitchen counter at midnight eati

"If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck and quacks like a duck... It's a duck."    As my husband and I were discussing a meeting he'd had earlier in the day, he shared with me a story that his trainer had told him. While in his early days of bodybuilding, he was trying to find his footing in the lifestyle. He did everything he was supposed to. He hit the gym religiously. He lifted and he lifted heavy. He timed and ate his meals like clockwork. He worked day after day trying to "become" a bodybuilder. One day he asked his mentor what he needed to do to in fact be a body builder. To paraphrase, his mentor replied, " "If you eat like a bodybuilder and train like a body builder... then you're a bodybuilder."      Wait . Read that again, "If you eat like a bodybuilder and train like a bodybuilder... then you're a bodybuilder."    Isn't it funny how we put others on such a high pedestal but don't offer th

"For what it's worth, it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over."  - F. Scott Fitzgerald    A friend recently reminded me of a lunch meeting we had many years ago with a personal trainer. I was at the very beginning of my weight loss and was needing some direction on how to get started. He went over what he thought was the best approach which included joining a fitness class or purchasing a gym membership, hiring a personal trainer and completely revamping my diet. I replied to his advice with every reason and road block that would prevent me from doing any of those things. - "I don't have time."  - "I can't afford a personal trainer."  - "I don't like healthy food."    I gave him excuse after excuse as to why it wouldn't work for me. I needed something easier . It was a

It's a need.  Not a want. Not a craving. Not an, "Oh, one or two bites won't hurt." type thing.  No. It's more than that and anyone who has ever meal prepped, counted macros or carried a gallon of water around with them through out the day can surely relate.  Hanger is a real thing in my life. It moves me. It drives me... and it will make me cut you over a piece of chocolate cake without even blinking an eye.  Generally I can tame the beast within but there are days in between meals #1 and #3 that I just can't take it anymore. I need more. I need sweet. I NEED a cheat.  For the sake of my hunger (and the general population) I turn to my supplements to keep me on track. Lately, I've turned to these babies - Protein Muddy Buddies made with RSP Vanilla Protein . So next time you're feeling like Betty White.. have a handful of these! What yo u need: 3 oz. dark chocolate chips 1/4 cup peanut butter 1/4 cup honey 1.5 tbsp coco