Getting Healthy SUCKS.

It does, who are we kidding? I'd much rather sit my ass on my couch and bingewatch a good series that get up and get sweaty, therefore have to shower and actually dooooo something with my hair. Are ya with me?

This was me 4 years ago, now I love to get sweaty, I LOVE the sense of Crushing my workout, doing something I couldn't do the week before. I LONG for it. I haven't been able to do a hardcore workout for over two months, I had a hysterectomy almost seven weeks ago. I was 10 workouts shy of completing my second round of an 80 day program, friggin uterus.

Pardon my french, something you should know about me is that I love Jesus more than ANYTHING in the world, but I'm still a work in progress and F'ing uterus is the only thing that fits. I'm two months away from my 38th birthday single and barren, I could be bitter, but instead I'm joyful. I'm not always happy, let's not confuse the two, but I am so full of fricking joy I can't even stand it.

Two years ago next week my 18 year old brother got shot, he's ok, but he got in between his his drunk parents, we share a dad, we have different moms and ended up with buckshot in his quad just before graduating high school and heading off to college for a baseball scholarship. I found myself with him in Florida for most of the Summer of 2018, I got our dad in to rehab, who's been sober ever since and GOT SAVED! at the 'retreat' that's what he calls it, I've always loved my dad, but never liked him much. We'd been estranged for eight years and here I find myself in Florida in the middle of a crisis, God is good, He provided peace and strength for me. Three weeks before he got shot, I got laid off and it seems that since then my life has been a series of unfortunate events. Many good things have happened, but a lot of crap I'd rather have done without, like medical menopause and hemorrhaging for 18 months. I'm glad I'll never have to go through that hell again, I gained 13 pounds which as a fitness coach, really was NOT my goal. But, my body had other plans.

I'm grateful for my two years of struggle because it's forced me to lean in to God's word. I've learned in my time as a coach that the more I try to control my life, the more out of control it becomes, so it's best to just hand it over to Him, He's far more qualified to handle it than I am anyway. I live in Northeast Indiana with my 10 pound Pomeranian, Lulu, she is my very best friend. Good thing, since we're quarantined together for the next, God knows how long.

So I decided it was time, people always tell me I should start a blog, so here goes. I will warn you that I get REAL fiesty when I talk about my man Jesus, that sometimes I let a few inappropriate words fly and I say weird things that may not make sense to some. But I'm done apologizing for being the weird, loud, super fired up introvert I really am. I'm letting my Jesus Freak flag fly and I hope that you'll join me during this time of quarantine to put HIM at the forefront of every choice you make, from actually getting your ass out of bed before noon, to choosing to shower daily AND brush your teeth and hair, put on your makeup like a big girl and maybe a bra....lette, well, because bras are stupid.

Thanks for reading my nonsense, I'm going to go attempt my first cardio workout (shhh) don't tell Doc C, I'm going to modify but I drank an entire POT of coffee today and I've got to burn off some of this energy. How is it 6 pm already, 6:17 as a matter of fact, which is also my birthday, which is also the EXACT time I look at the clock at LEAST twice every week. Yea, creepy I know. Ok, so go do something productive, it is NOT TOO LATE! And in the words of Rocko 'I'll catch you on the flip-side.' -Where my Boondock Saints fans at?

Take care ya'll and Be BLESSED.