This post is sponsored by iD Tech. Do you ever feel like a ‘bad mother’ for letting your kid play video games? When I walk downstairs in the morning, my eldest is already in my office playing Roblox. When I enter the family room, my youngest is already watching his 20th slime video on YouTube. When I go the kitchen, my middle guy is eating breakfast while listening to music on his new iPod touch. As much as I’ve limited…
March 27, 2019 When I was very little, we lived in a poor area called Hunter’s Point in San Francisco. We lived in old Navy housing, a seemingly beautiful place with odd happenings. On the way to school, we passed by poorer projects where I saw graffiti-stained buildings and old, worn-down sheets used for window curtains. I remember watching children, not much older than my 10-year-old self, sniffing hairspray and paint to get high. I remember the disgust I felt…
The other night I read an entry written years ago when I would go to sleep crying each night during our marital separation. At the time I was prayerful, still trying to hold onto but also cut that last bit of hope – because I was feeling pain, resentment and anger. I recall going to sleep with moistened eyes having expelled a lot of effort in my sadness and surrendering what was left of my faith... While asleep I heard…
Yesterday I had a bad day. It was one of those days when you go to pick up a fancy dress you bought months in advance for this weekend and the store where you got it hemmed says CLOSED until Feb 16th. I know. Hard to relate to – but you can understand the shock, annoyance, and anxiety, especially after running around for the past several days up-to-my-neck busy. I finally let out a cry. A really good one I…
This past month I began seriously abstaining from foods that bloated me. I liked waking up with a flat tummy and feeling lean, flexible and strong throughout the day. I told myself…I want to feel this way all the time. I’m tired of dealing with inflammation, stomach pain and digestive discomfort. I only want to consume foods that positively strengthened and nourished my body. And then it hit me. I wanted to start feeling that way about everything. I began…
Damn. I stared confused, annoyed and speechless while staring at my Dexa Scan results, a machine that calculates bone density, muscle mass and body fat. In the past, I measured my body composition via skin calipers and hydrostatic underwater weighing. In both tests, I always measured between 22-24% body fat, an athletic range for a female. However, in this most recent weigh-in I clocked in at 28% body fat – a percentage that is considered normal or average. I really…
I think most people want to be a leader. The title evokes feelings of respect, honor and integrity. It means you give direction, provide hope, instill faith and clear the path for others. While many want to be, not many can be. Think about someone asking you to become a manager at your job. You’ve seen what managers go through. They don’t get paid substantially more but their hours and commitment rise. People start having more public opinions of you…
October 28, 2018 Many people think being a fit mom means you aren’t a good mother, that you don’t spend time with your kids and that your body is your number one priority. I get that assumption – after all, it’s not easy being a fit mom without seemingly sacrificing parts of your life to be healthy. I’ve been rereading old diaries lately and came upon an entry reflecting on one of my deepest fears. At the time I was…
October 24, 2018 It’s been a good year since I started re-evaluating my life on social media. I didn’t want to equate my personal value via likes, comments or followers. I didn’t want to ride with the tide of fitness influencers who posted sexy selfies, heavily repeated motivational quotes or hard-to-do-workouts. I didn’t want to lose myself in the process of expressing myself in a world of faceless feedback. I started writing about what I cared about – which was…
September 11, 2018 I cried three times yesterday. I was tired. I was premenstrual. I was frustrated. But most of all, I was disappointed because something I vied for, didn’t come into fruition. It was a hard blow. A hard No. A self-reflecting realization that I wasn’t good enough – at least not this time, and perhaps every other time I sought something and ‘failed’. As I was sitting in my office, hands over eyes, holding back tears and asking…