Arbonne Fit Challenge Week 2

We've made it! Week 2 is down in the books. 

Earlier this week I posted about starting the 30 day fit challenge with Arbonne. I listed some quick ideas on how to get off to a great start and how to really own your reasons for wanting to live a healthy lifestyle.

Some other things to consider during your first week... 

1) Figure out what healthy looks like and feels like for you. Don't make it about a number. Numbers are frustrating, and although they make an amazing goal to reach we forget that health is so much more than the scale. 

2) Make a plan for the days when it feels like its too hard. Im a momma of two busy littles. We all know there are those days where cooking dinner feels like its the straw that will break the camels back. Make a realistic plan for the days when you want to eat out or you might not be around the house for a certain meal. We sold our souls to t-ball on Saturdays, so finding healthier options instead of the usual go-tos were important for our success. 

3) I know this isn't always realistic, but do this with someone else. Walking through this with someone else on the same plan will help you hold your head high when you are ready to give up. Sonic will be tempting you, and then you'll feel like crap the next day. Really. Not that I know. Having someone do this program with you will give you accountability and encouragement. 

Finding someone else to join you in this process is the most encouraging and motivating thing you can do for yourself. I mean, its 30 days. Who wouldn't want to take some steps forward in their overall health for just 30 days? Invite someone to do this challenge with you! If its not someone who you see often, Facebook it out and see if you can find a friend who would be interested in joining you. Many people just don't know where to start and this is a great program for that. 

Ok.  Im not gonna lie. Im listening to a podcast at the same time Im blogging. Multitasking at its finest, and its also creating this unreal ADD all at the same time. If I'm missing something important, leave a comment. I'd love to help answer any questions you might have. **Disclaimer: I am not a nutritionist nor do I know a whole lot about this process. Im learning, and all I know is what I have personally experienced. The end. 

Arbonne fit kit includes 30 days of protein shake mix, energy fizz sticks, fit chews, and herbal detox tea. Secret: my hubs and I are sharing one kit and only drinking shakes for breakfast most of the time. To get maximum results make sure you purchase enough shake mix to make two a day. 

Week 2 Recap: 

Week two was much, muuuuch easier. You start feeling this amazing energy that you can't get with coffee and soda. You wake up refreshed and your days are much more productive. I've been a happier, much more present person just from making some simple changes that needed to happen. No cokes, cutting out Starbucks runs, and no fried fast food. We've worked really hard at staying on the clean eating plan, but realistically we've modified a few things that work best for our family. 

We also found a fantastic Indian restaurant for the times we've wanted to go out to eat but not blow this entire process. We picked entrees that were not going to make us feel terrible, but was still something that we enjoyed and was also gluten free. One of the amazing things about living in Austin is that we have a huge selection of places to choose from that offer perfect meal choices for this plan. Whole foods is so much fun to shop at, and even more fun when you can take your kids to play and eat dinner on the rooftop! If you have a lot of healthier choices like we do, it won't be too hard to find substitutions for your "eating out" meals. If you don't, it might be a matter of prepping food ahead of time to avoid the before-dinner slump of not wanting to cook. Lets be real, sanity always has to win though. 

We have had our fair share of slip ups these past two weeks as well. It was easy to grab a coke when we thought we were dying. And it was also really easy to get right back on track when we felt AWFUL the next day because of the huge influx of sugar that we put into our bodies! My favorite part about this plan is that slip ups happen, but its so easy to get right back on track. I ate terrible yesterday in between our crazy Sundays and getting home in time for naps. Today because I felt so gross I made shakes for both breakfast & lunch, and will be making sure I drink a ton of water in between. 

Well, I didn't mean to share so many details but I must think they are fairly important in getting through week two. 

I will only be doing one or two more posts about our 30 day challenge and then I will get back to my usual blogging style. I can't wait to share with you what we've been learning during this challenge, and some easy meal ideas that have worked for our family with two picky little ones! 

Arbonne 30 Day Fit Challenge in Mommyland

Oh yes. Its happening.

Again.

Last year at this same time I was inspired (more than likely by the swimsuit section appearing so fast) to purchase a 24 day challenge pack and began the 24 days of..well, healthy stuff. I thought. The longer I took each supplement the more I started having caffeine jitters and major blood sugar issues. Hubs on the other hand took it all in stride, and was extremely successful on the program. I was not a fan. The more I learned about what real health looks like I realized that most of the ingredients that were found in well branded shake mixes, supplements, and other products were far from what I would ever want to put into my body for a whole-food approach. I know its different for each person, but my family was not going to continue drinking shakes that  contained ingredients that were used to sweeten and "naturally" flavor their products that are clearly toxic. Oh yes, the side effects included allergic reactions, blurred vision, seizures, migraines and gastrointestinal problems. What!? Dare you to google "dangers of sucralose" in your spare time. Regardless of the brand or company you use (although please research the company you use and what they stand for), I highly recommend looking into your protein shakes and products to make sure they are considered clean and lack artificial sweeteners and ingredients that you can't pronounce on your own.

Whew.

Off my soapbox.

Anyways, I am the world's pickiest person about protein shakes and their flavors and textures. I have to love it, like realllly love it to actually stick with the shake routine. As a mom who barely has time to hear her own thoughts when I get up in the morning, I need some type of breakfast to get my day started that tastes amazing, easy to make, and is good for me. My friend was an Arbonne consultant and had me try out some vanilla protein shakes. Oh hi, where had these been all my life?! Tastes. like. vanilla. cake. Even better, they fit into a clean eating diet and are created with pea protein - so I wasn't putting any gross soy or dairy into my body which my family and I do not do well with at all.

I was hooked! So after another big bag of shake mix, I learned about the 30 day fit challenge. Clearly this is my prime time of year to feel inspired to start these challenges but this time it felt different. I was ready to stop feeling so exhausted by 2pm and relying on another cup of coffee for some mom energy. I could not handle the feeling of one more sugar crash, or my "yoga" pants elastic waist band telling me that it was all good. It was not all good. No mam. Yoga pants lie.

I am so excited to start this challenge and although I'm probably blogging just to avoid the insane craving I have for dessert right now. I am hoping this helps hold me accountable and encourages other mommas out there to find something that works for them, that isn't complicated, and helps them feel their best.

A momma that feels good is a happy momma, and we all know how important happy moms are :) At least my family knows.

Here are a few tips that I've learned from day one and even the days prior to starting the fit challenge:

1) Move the bad stuff out of eyesight. I usually keep my flour, sugar, and other baking goodies in cute little displays on our countertop. Move. Them. I hid them in the pantry so that they are not easily accessible. Because lets be real, I love me some sugar and flour.

2) Rely on your people and pre-warn them about the first few days. Just apologize now. My people clearly include my hubs (who Im forcing into this with me) and my friend/Arbonne queen who is right there with me in mommy land. At lunch Im pretty sure we almost got into a marital fight over um..Im not too sure. I told (ok, ordered) hubs to stop talking about food and this challenge at the dinner table. So he just stopped talking. And we pouted. A lot. Then I told him he probably needed a Dr Pepper to get out of his bad mood. Yes I did. Day 1 for the win.

And last...

3) Remind yourself why you are doing this. For us its not about weight (well..ok, kind of) as much as it is about overall health and lifestyle. Our kids deserve healthy parents and a healthy family. If I am fully dependent on my daily caffeine for a happy day I am setting us all up for disappointment and burnout. I also know what healthy looks like for my body, and y'all...healthy was long gone two kids ago. So although I can probably put a number to my goal, its about what healthy looks like and feels like for me.

So...what does healthy look like and feel like for you?

Are you taking steps to find out what healthy looks like for your family?
If so, I'd love to hear how you are making healthy choices for your family and what those look like!

If not, what's stopping you?

For me it was lack of sleep (oh those sweet babies...) and a crazy ministry life schedule that left me very little brainspace to even think about a healthy lifestyle!


Heres to day 2!

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Week 1 recap:

Oh yall, these first few days were tough! I mean tooough! I was missing my sugar and caffeine like crazy! The best part was after a few days of toughing it out, my energy was coming from healthy food sources and the amazing energy fizz sticks that come along with the kit! It was amazing! I was no longer facing the 2pm coffee crash, or the crazy cravings for something sugary to keep me going. The energy I had after these first five days was real, healthy energy. The kind where you go to bed without being wired from adrenaline, and you wake up ready to take on the next day! The weeks prior to starting this both my hubs and I were waking up completely exhausted! The snooze button was our best friend but was also so frustrating! We knew this wasn't how we were supposed to feel starting the day out! We were eating fast food, filling up on coffee and Dr Pepper (bless it), and were clueless that simple changes could make such a major difference in our moods and energy levels! Loving this program and more proud that we stuck with it through the first 7 days! It was easy to give up, but remembering why we are doing this was a major part in why we battled through the cravings! We are on day 15 and I'll be blogging soon about easy & healthy meal ideas and giving into our "cravings" on week 2.. oh yes we did! 

Last But Not Least

I am so thankful for the mama that spent her time pouring into my little boy's life while I was terrified about being a full time working mom and he wasn't breathing in his sleep. She changed our life. She took a CPR class, loved on him, cared for him, and I'm confident she prayed for him even on the days that he wasn't visiting her home on the weekends. She cared for him like one of her own. My B is who he is today because of her impact in our life. We saw love, felt love, and learned real mama love from her. So thank you Nana (and Beau). We love you.

Lets thank the mamas who are waking up alone today, and her kids are needing every minute of her attention from sun up to after sun down. The mamas who are doing this thing called life by themselves and raising little world changers without the help that we can easily take for granted. The single mamas who are stronger, braver, and more tired than we will ever know. You are so loved.

We also can't forget the mamas who are raising littles or grown ones who were not physically from their own body. They welcome them into their home with love, care, and safety. Whether they are helping raise their grand babies, foster loves, or relatives..you are a mother. You are pouring your heart into others so that they can have a better life. You are loved.

And heres to the mamas who go to work at schools every day and love on 20 something children like their own. The mamas who really are single working women, married without biological children, moms with your children in childcare, or even empty nesters. You mother these babies day in and day out at a place called school. And we all know it's the best when they accidentally call you "mom" and they blush and you just grin. Because you are their mamas when their's are not with them. You are teaching them about their world, how to love learning, and that you are brave enough to help them be the best they can be. Its not easy to teach, and you do it well. Thanks for being their mama.

To the mamas who are waiting for their babies on the other side of the world to come home. HOME. Because your heart is breaking daily and you can't stop thinking about their smile, their tears, and their hugs. You are loved. You are a mama. Your love goes beyond oceans, countries, and paperwork. Your love is bringing them home.

To the birth moms who made the decision to let your baby have a better life with a new family. Your heart told you they needed more, and your love is limitless. You are celebrated today even though your heart aches.

To the mom who won't get to see her baby face to face, and see them grow up because they went to heaven way too soon. We love you and we see you. You will have the best mother's day party ever in heaven. Because you have been a mama from day one. Nothing can ever change that.

To the moms who wipe the tears, kiss the boo-boos, make the meals, clean the house, and go to sleep to do it all again the next morning..thank you. You are the glue.

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms, because you are not forgotten.

You are so loved, and you make the world go round.

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"I Set You Apart"

You were seventeen. 

Seventeen. 

When I was seventeen, I had a terrible boyfriend. One who called me things no girl should ever have to hear. And for some reason, I still kept thinking there was good in him. I thought I was big and brave enough to make my own decisions, and I made some bad ones. Ones that I still pay the price for today. Ones that resulted in a shattered self esteem and ruined friendships. When you were seventeen, you had to decide what life really meant. 

You thought it was love, and he ran away. You were left alone to decide what on earth to do with this baby growing inside of you.

Your family wasn't perfect. Your family income and living situation wasn't perfect. And you knew there had to be a better life for that baby inside of you. You knew it was life from the start. 

So you decided, at seventeen, that you were going to give me a life that you didn't have. 

For nine months, n-i-n-e months, you carried me and still tried to be a teenager. 

I wonder if you even went to school after that. I wouldn't have. The shame, the looks, the "advice" I'm sure you received was anything but welcomed or loving. But then again, maybe you were loved on and held onto. Maybe thats why you knew there had to be a better way. 

I don't know if I made you sick, or extremely uncomfortable as I grew, or what on earth you thought about when you felt my little baby body rolling around inside of yours. It was anything but normal, but from the day you found out about me you knew that life wasn't about you anymore. You knew that your decisions impacted the future. You didn't know how, why, or what on earth that would look like 5, 10, 15 years down the road but you made selfless decisions that most seventeen year olds would never be able to make. 

You recognized that my story was bigger than a moment. It was bigger than an emotion, an event, a birth, or a future you might have wanted to provide for me. 

You let my story be bigger than your fears. 

You wrote me a letter, and probably didn't know if I'd ever get to read it. Your letter talked about your decision to place me for adoption, and without you saying it with your words you desperately wanted me to know that nothing about my birth was without love. I didn't even know teenagers could write like that, but you did. 

So, thank you for giving me a birthday. Without your brave decisions, I wouldn't be in this moment celebrating with my sweet little family today. You are part of my story. 

My birthday is a reminder that from day one, even from conception, my story had meaning and a hand in every detail that I would never understand the gravity of until I was older, and maybe not even until I was a mom myself. 

Your decisions as a teenager remind me that nothing about anyone's life is insignificant. One decision can change the course of an entire life, or lives for that matter. 

Nothing about our days are insignificant. Nothing about our decisions are insignificant. Nothing is insignificant. 

So how on earth do we keep convincing ourselves day in and day out that our lives don't leave a mark? Its a lie. 

Your life matters. Lets live like we really believe that. 

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Heres To The Tired Mommas

For two days in a row I've been sick in bed with nothing better to do than to drown out the noise of what sounds like the lost boys taking over my house with mindless time spent on Pinterest and Facebook. And. let. me. tell. you. something.

I have never felt more overwhelmed and angered by how often social media is being used to platform this crazy idea that us moms are supposed to have this thing figured out by now. And if we don't, theres a blog for that.

Can't potty train your unruly child? Google it.

Can't figure out how to fit some good ol' fashioned time with Jesus into your day? Check your facebook feed and you'll find something catchy that will remind you that you aren't doing enough of it.

Have no idea what to make for dinner? Better Pinterest that. Im finding out that we don't really pin and post about the nights that we order pizza from the cheapest and closest location to our house just because we'd rather not walk into the grocery store with wild pirates in tow.

But theres this thing... this thing called real-life that people aren't face-booking, or blogging about, or pinning on Pinterest.


We start forgetting that being a good mom isn't about meeting everyone else's standards.


And in the middle of it all, somehow we let all of those opinions, mommy blogs, pinterest boards, and everyone's "just sayin" opinions take over our  hearts and we convince ourselves that we will never be able to do this mom thing good enough.

Heres what I do know:

I know that if we keep listening to everyone else's ideas and opinions on how we can be the best parent there is, we will live miserably and we will drown in our own self doubt. Most of us mommas are already drowning in what everyone else is telling us to measure up to and we just can't quite admit that.

I know that no Pinterest board, extra spiritual blog post, or any special parenting book will be the magic cure for my children staying out of a therapists office. Every family has their crazy, lets just be okay with that for a moment.

I know that its unacceptable that I feel the need to justify to people and family around me whether or not I chose to work full time outside of the home, or stay at home with my kids. Whether my kids go to full time daycare, have their own nanny, or I stay at home with them all day shouldn't be an open door for other's opinions on what might be best for our family.

Whether or not I decide to cook an organic meal from scratch for my kids (who probably wouldn't eat it anyways) or order take out for the third night in a row because its not grocery shopping day yet shouldn't have any bearing on my worth as a mom, but it does.

And in the middle of all of these Facebook shares, pinning on Pinterest, and comments that we let yell so loudly into our souls, we forget what on earth we are doing. 

Y'all. We were not created to be everything to everyone.

Lets chose our people wisely.

Lets find some women in our lives who can speak truth in love to us when we might not be ready to hear it.

Lets meet with friends who will encourage us, and laugh at our ridiculous mom stories without fear of judgement.

Lets be people who stop listening to everyone and everything around us and drown out the noise with the absolute truth of who God has created us to be.

Lets find our identity in who created our identity and stop looking for the next great book to fix that for us.

Lets be people who stop judging and start loving.

So heres to you mom who made it to bedtime. It's not easy, and you are doing this thing well. You will not be perfect at it, and you were not created to do this thing alone.

Its time to drown out the noise, find your people, and love your people well.

We're Not That Different From Each Other

Hebrews 12:1-3 (The Message)
Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we’d better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!

Hebrews 11 
1. Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for.

By faith Abel..
By faith Enoch..
By faith Noah..
By faith Abraham..
By faith Sarah..
By faith Isaac..
By faith Jacob..
By faith Joseph..
By faith Moses..
By faith the walls of Jericho fell..
By faith the prostitue Rahab..

I walked through the front door of my house and had already changed my mind. I had already doubted, I was sinking in fear and all of the lies that I allow to direct my thoughts on a daily basis and they had all consumed me. I wasn't sure I wanted this as badly as I had thought I did before. 

Surrounded by 1,200 women in downtown Austin this weekend we were filled, challenged, and sent forward to run our race. We watched leaders hands trembling on stage, admit to standing on a rock unsure of what the future will hold, but completely in assurance of who holds our future. We were reminded that we are the generation who can either choose to shrink back or to get in the race and run hard. We can run this race together. 

Its amazing what being around other women who are authentically processing inwardly and outwardly how God is changing their hearts can do to your heart. It gives you strength, courage, and fills your heart with an authenticity that seems to be missing in daily life. It gives you real people to run your race with. You know that you are not alone. 

And then I walked through my front door. 

I remembered that I had valued an easy paycheck over my dreams. I remembered that there were bills to pay, nice furniture I dreamed of owning one day, and a plan for my future that had no place with these dreams I had thought about all weekend. I was still processing what I was carrying on my heart this weekend and the more I thought about it, the more it became much easier to set those dreams aside as "crazy" and be done with it. 

I feel absolutely crazy. Dreaming big dreams feels so unnatural. My deepest insecurities are rising to the surface. And then I remember....

I remember that this hall of faith we read about in Hebrews was made up of sinful, insecurity-filled people who chose something different.. obedience.

They put their toe in the race, not even running full speed, and God did the rest.

They decided that crazy was going to have to be okay with them.

They trusted in a God that was greater, that His promises were stronger, and they may not even get to see the end result of their obedience and faith in their lifetime. They trusted, and they obeyed.

By faith, they obeyed.

My dreams feel absolutely crazy. They feel impossible. I am writing them down, because tonight Im doubting. Tonight I tried to convince myself that it was much easier to ignore this dream, and it probably is. I keep remembering my insecurities, my past, the lies that tell me I will never be good enough..and I am ready to shrink back. I keep telling myself that this isn't part of the big plan. It isn't part of my plan.

I am burning with an unfulfilled responsibility to challenge our generation to get real with their life. To get real with where they've been, and where they are going. To throw off the shame, the regret, the judgement, the fears that come with telling our stories. Because stories can change lives. Stories reveal what is true, what is tough, and what God will always work through.

Stories change people.

Somewhere along the way we've make it seem okay to tell ourselves and the generations coming up behind us that our stories are something to be protected, to be hidden, and to pretend like they never happened. Stories are not valuable to us, they shame us.

These stories, these people we read about in Hebrews, their stories are real. The prostitute, the crazy man building a boat because he heard God tell him about a flood coming, the murderer, they were all used by God in these amazing ways because He redeemed their story. They could walk forward because they refused to be defined by the shameful parts of their story and they were confident in their future.

Its time.

Its time to start dealing with our past, and our future. Its time to start telling our stories. Its time to stop hiding from the shame, the approval of others, the hurt and the time it will take to really deal with what our life from birth to now might have looked like. Its time to start getting real with the people around us.

If we can't show people a God who works through real life, through our sins and imperfections, who takes whats disgusting and completely redeems it, what can we show them?

The funny thing is, once we start sharing our stories we begin to realize that we aren't all that different from each other. The stories may be completely different, the circumstances, the words we use, but at the end of it all we find this common thread. We are all imperfect people searching for what our purpose is. We are empty, and need to be filled.

I listened to two women share their stories this weekend, and not even their complete story. Just a part of it. It was just enough to show everyone listening that a former prostitute and a girl growing up in a safe and encouraging home life could both find themselves at the same exact crossroad and a deep need for Jesus.

You see, we're not that different from each other. So let's stop hiding our stories.

Let's stop letting Facebook and Instagram be a substitute for real life.

Lets get real, because how will others see a real God in our fake stories?

If God is Real, Then What?

In less than 24 hours I will be sitting in a venue with one thousand other women who are expectant, terrified, and ready to unleash on dreams that feel way too big all at same time. I can say that because for weeks and months leading up to this event I have been hearing and reading their stories of how they found a ticket, how they felt called to come to Austin, how all signs have pointed them to this place. These are women who know that there has to be more, that dreaming bigger isn't breaking any special code rules, and that dreaming bigger is meaningless unless we move forward. We have to move forward.

We are grouped into a generational stereotype that says my generation of women, or 20-30 somethings in general, are self centered and the most over parented generation of our time. While those may be true, generalizations are what gives us a good excuse to sit on the back row. It gives us an "out". But this weekend, and from here on out, we refuse to sit on the back row.

This twenty to thirty-something generation, including these women gathering together tomorrow for a weekend of who-knows-what-will-happen, are ready to show others and the generations coming behind us that we believe God is real, He is moving, and that we are a part of that story.

This is not by accident. Our stories are not by accident, and we can chose to get on this train or get off at the next stop. But I can't miss this, and I don't want to miss this.

So as the true introvert that I am, afraid to talk to strangers because of another new conversation that takes so much energy to have, I am going this weekend expecting nothing and everything all at the same time. How could you not? Surrounded by dreamers, by visionaries, by ordinary and imperfect women who recognize that we can either sit around and watch others live out God's purpose for their life and cheer on the sidelines or we can jump up and run with them. We can run our guts out, because we are doing it together. We were made for community.

This weekend we are meeting together, regardless of whether you are watching the conference on a computer screen, a church venue thats hosting the simulcast, or if your sitting on the front row at Austin City Music Hall  .. this weekend is about community. This weekend is built on knowing that God's story and our story..it isn't for nothing. This weekend is a reminder that we can't do this alone. This weekend is a visual example that every single individual, uniquely made with gifts and stories, with hurts and hopes, will have to recognize that we can't do it by ourselves.

I'm going this weekend knowing that I am a sinful, imperfect person with a story full of pain and promises, and I know my story wasn't an accident. I know my story was meant to be used for God's glory. I have no idea how, why, or when. I have no idea whether that means it will affect one person or a thousand. I don't even care. I know that there is purpose, there is promise in pain, and there is a God who is real.

And if God is real, then what?