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I’ve been giving a lot of thought since I wrote the first blog as to what I should write about next  (I realize for those who know me well it’s a stretch to comprehend me thinking about something more than 24 hours) and it occurred to me…I should probably be thinking about what I’m going to write about from here on out.  I mean…I know everyone may eventually get bored with my constant rambling regarding the unfair state of vegetable classification and how if we were all TRULY created equal either I’d consistently be a size 5 or all Victoria Secret models would look like me. 

So here is what I’ve come up with….this should be a blog about more.  Not just my struggles and victories, but yours too.  Not just topics that will help me stay on track, but topics that will also help all those who venture to read…at your own risk of course.  My skilled team of lawyers say I should probably print some kind of disclaimer spouting off about how I can’t be held liable for any actions, comments or likely heated discussions this blog may at some point initiate between the reader and any significant others.

In other words…for the ladies-it’s not my fault if your man begins a downward spiral in relevant conversation when you bring up the blatant  inequality between real women and Victoria Secret models & for you men (I highly recommend you heed the following advice closely) -don’t even think about bringing up the Victoria Secret models to the ladies.

With all that said…I’m off to think about the next topic of discussion.  If anyone has anything they have questions about, would like more information on or just wants to comment…please feel free to…well…comment. J

Until next time...Shakeology Rocks & consistency is key.

I’d be willing to bet that if you were painfully honest with yourself you’d admit that you have left more New Year Resolutions fading in the dust of your treadmill than ever made it past February.   You know the dust I’m talking about.  The dust that could be examined by archaeologists and possibly hold fossilized Reebok species that date back to the days when aerobics step classes were all the rage and headbands  were braided.  Oh yea…braided terry cloth.  True, I was young but believe me, images of my mom and aunt in those leotards with neon green and yellow braided terry cloth headbands will never completely fade away…some things are just too painful to forget.  There are also those you may want to hold on to… you know, just in case you need to retaliate when embarrassing junior high photos surface unexpectedly.  But those are in a totally different resolution category. 

I’m talking about the NEW YOU Resolutions.  The ones you don't need January 1st for.  That “I’m going to lose 20 pounds” resolution. (ok… more like 40 pounds…alright alright…maybe more than 40, geeshh)  The point is…why do we need the new calendar year to make us realize we DON’T need a new calendar year.  We just need to get off our bums and try to have some consistency….that lasts beyond Super Bowl Sunday.  That’s the tricky part.   Consistency.

So here is the deal…I’m beginning my FINAL journey back to me.  I say final because I don’t plan on needing to begin it again.  Once this has started I will find myself buried beneath the 20 lbs. (ok ok…the more than 40 lbs.) that seems to smother the real me.  The one who LOVES shopping, who enjoys showing her kids up because they couldn’t hang with their mom, who likes the feeling that comes with knowing she turned a few heads, the real me.  The one who is happy, healthy and enough fun to be around that her friends invite her along for entertainment value if nothing else.  ME.  The REAL me.

I know there are those of you out there who know what I’m saying. Who feel this way.  Have felt this way.  Know someone who feels like this.  I won’t lie.  It sucks and I for one am tired of it.  If you would like to join me on my fitness journey…I’d love to have the company.  They say there is strength in numbers.  Just send me a shout.  So….until next time remember….scientists have not yet proven that chocolate isn’t derived from a vegetable.  (Hello...cocoa BEANS.  Need I say more?)