It’s 6:59 pm and I promised myself that I would complete a blog post before bed tonight. To be clear, I’ve made this promise to myself every day since Sunday. I wanted to share details of my experience at Latin Sparks, my latest competition, and I wanted to give all of you a recap on my first week at the
It’s 8:41 am. I’ve taken the time to read. I made a nutritious breakfast. (Not a smoothie bowl. OMG. What a disaster that was yesterday.) And now I’m sitting at the kitchen table writing. I wish I could be sitting in my office upstairs, but the wifi has been wonky for the last week, and I can’t stand it when
I’ve always wanted to connect good people with one another, but it seems I’ve gone about it the wrong way in the past. Trying to host events and coffee shop hangs, only to be disappointed that those who said they would attend bailed. I would invest time and money to make sure every detail was perfect, only to be let
It’s been all of eight minutes since I announced my plans to shift gears in my professional career. I can’t begin to tell you how many people have reached out with good wishes, encouraging words, and yes, even criticisms. I could sit here and tell you that it grinds my gears when people stick their noses in my business, but
Have you ever felt like you’re just not quite sure where you belong? What should you be doing with your life or where you should head next? No? Cool. Me either. Except that’s a lie and I’ve felt that way for some time. You would think that in your thirties a gal would have her shit together and be trucking
It’s a sad and exciting day. One of my very best friends is closing up his downtown shop to reopen at a new location less than a block away. I’m always pleased to see folks who are pursuing their passion succeed and thrive. It’s even better when it’s someone who is near and dear to you. The minute Tony told
If you follow my Instagram feed, you may already know about my weekend of setting up my creative space. I have been living in this home for over 2 years now, and I have failed miserably at making use of the office. I kept telling myself that my space needed to perfect for it to be inspiring. That I needed
Eating correctly isn’t rocket science. It really isn’t. We know what we should be using to fuel our bodies, but we often take the easy route. The morning drive-thru breakfast wrap, the high-calorie lunch at the cafe, the easy pick up and go after work. I know that was often the case for me. Convenience always won, but when it
I never thought this day would come. Seriously. I’m a big fan of training in a space where other likeminded folks are working towards their goals, but over the last few months, it was becoming more and more evident that a good home gym space might be the ticket to reaching my own. It’s not a perfect space, but it
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve received messages from women who want to come and train with me. Seriously. It happens all of the time. I’m always thrilled when someone tells me that they’ve been creeping my profile watching my lifts, but the reality is that it rarely turns into an opportunity to have a new training partner. The
I’ve been asked why I feel the need to post lifts and updates on social media. Why is it necessary for people to share each and every lifting accomplishment with a video or picture? To post an update on the latest struggle or healthy meal? For a long time I’ve struggled internally about whether or not it’s the right thing