The Underdog

Many, many weeks ago, I began a weight loss competition with a friend of mine. After a chaotic summer of off-again-on-again paleo yoyo, this competition was meant to inspire motivation and squeaky clean eating. However…

…I’ve found it hard to keep on track. It has proved more difficult than when I started my healthy lifestyle change wayyyy back in August of 2o14. Why? If you read Rah’s post last week, you joined the conversation on perceived failure. In my case, the feelings of failure kept heaping on as I would exercise and eat right at the start of each week and then slowly fade off until I hit the weekend. In my mind, this would equate complete failure. In working towards a long-term health goal, handling failure well is critical to success. eighty.pngIt took a friend to saying “stop it, get over it, and move on” for me to really snap out of it. An 80% is not failure. It seems simple but it worked just in time to finish out this competition. Did I mention that there is $$$ on the line? And I don’t want to pay up? I wanna go Kanye on the competition!!!


The big weigh-in is December 13th, less than two weeks away. And I’m WAY behind my competition. Like, 10 pounds behind him. But I’m an optimist and there’s a reason people like to root for the underdog, right?!?!?! *Cue the drama* I’m doing this for all the women of the world!!! For all the underdogs!!! For the people who fall and get back up again!!! *I warned you about the drama* 13 days left. Stay tuned!!!



When You Fall


This is a pretty good visual of what my week was like. Overall. Not just eating, but definitely eating.


And then this kid runs up on my lap and most of it seems to melt away.

How do you respond to failure? When you set a goal and don’t reach it…or fall flat on your face halfway through, what comes next?

For me, and boy do I think some of you can relate, I give up. I believe the lie that I failed because:

It was too hard…
I’m too undisciplined…
I don’t know how…
I don’t want it bad enough…
[Insert your lie here]…

Is it hard? Sure.
Do I struggle with discipline? Heck yeah.
Do I not know how? Sometimes.
Do I not want it bad enough? To be honest, some days I dont.

But do all of those things – true or false – equal failure? No way.

I consider myself to be a fairly deeply spiritual person. I have a relationship with Christ and He is changing me daily. From the inside out. And that means that I’m a work in progress. I make mistakes, but I also experience huge victories.

So what if I had McDonald’s this week, enjoyed too many desserts and didn’t exercise. Does that equal failure to the point of giving up? This week, I’ll strive to be better. Because this isn’t a sprint, it’s a marathon. And though I’m hopeful for results, that isn’t the end goal. The end goal is caring for my family well, teaching then to make wise choices so they can live long, healthy lives by God’s grace.

So ask yourself: What lies am I believing about my supposed failure? What truths can I speak into my own heart this week to overcome those feelings of giving up? I think by now, you know that applies to so much more than just healthy eating. And that’s kind of the point, right?

Stay tuned for a couple of super simple, healthy and fast recipes for wise decision making this week.

Peace out Fit Followers,


Goals – A New Way to Think About Them

It’s been three weeks since I put my goals out there for the rest of this year (work out consistently 4 times a week and lose 8 lbs over the next three months). Well, reality check. I have lost 0 lbs and have averaged getting to the gym twice a week over the past three weeks. Why’s that? Because I focused too much on the long-term (what I need to accomplish in the next three months) verses getting focused on the short-term (what I need to accomplish today).

Do you ever find yourself doing the same? You have these huge, awesome goals – I want to get back down to a size this or weigh that or lift this amount of weight, and the numbers are huge or really small (depending on which way you are looking at it), and probably very achievable, but we never get there because we focus too much on them.

So, I’m kicking off this whole thing again. That’s right, it’s a Friday and I’m starting fresh. There’s no waiting until Monday, it doesn’t matter that it’s the weekend – this starts now. I do have those long term goals, but in order to get there, I need to focus on today. Just get me through today, get to the gym and eat well. Then tomorrow, do the same thing again.


Focus on each day before you, making the right decisions that day, and those long-term numbers will come. I’m in for this, so let’s hope the next reality check in a few weeks is a delightful one. Hope you join me!


It’s All About Me

I live in a world where I am constantly told what I need to do for others. This is my job, my faith, my family and relationships, my life. This isn’t a bad thing – seriously. I very much love living by the “love your neighbor as yourself” law that was given to me by JC.

However, when it comes to fitness and eating well, I think we forget that part about “loving ourselves.” I do an excellent job (I think) at taking care of and caring for others. I think a lot of us would say that about ourselves. How often do you hear yourself say, “Oh I can’t do that, I’ve got to go help out…” So, I can’t take the time to cook a good, healthy meal for myself because I’ve got to help my kids with their homework, help my church with their food drive, help my boss get their stuff together for a big meeting – so instead, I’ll just go grab McDonald’s or Taco Bell on the way home.

The same goes for working out. Who makes time to actually go to the gym and get a good workout in when we are doing so much for everyone else? It’s hilarious how our giving and loving of others becomes our excuse to fuel our own laziness. Boom. I said it. It’s time to simply stop and start to love ourselves and let the laziness go.

I’m living by this challenge now because I have become one of the worst offenders of this rule. I run a non-profit that helps women who were sex trafficked. So, not only do I run this thing, meaning all of my staff and volunteers and donors want time, communication, ideas, everything; but then there is the added piece that these are women who were sex trafficked, so the whole heart breaking for them is pretty huge.

So, it’s time to take some time for me. It’s time to put the work, the spouse (although he can come with me and often does), the friends, the everything around me aside and simply take some time to keep myself healthy, fit and feeling awesome. Why? Because if I don’t love myself in this way, I won’t be around for very much longer to love others. Anyone with me?



Becca’s Very First 5k

I face-planted on rocky, New England dirt, next to a peaceful cemetery that was decorated with golden trees and stone walls. Face-planted. Hang on, let me back up a few moments and miles.

A few weeks back I registered for my very first 5k, which was also a fundraiser. I signed up to support the cause (Amirah fights human trafficking) and my friend, Fit Chick #3, Steph who is the agency’s director. I knew I would be in Boston at the time and it seemed too perfect. I had never really set out to walk a specific distance aside from the occasional one-mile walk near my parent’s farm. I had no idea what 3.1 miles would look or feel like to my body. I imagined it would be something like walking pleasantly through fall leaves, smelling the brisk air and reflecting on life. Then we arrived to THE LAKE. I got out of the car and looked at this mother of a lake. Freaking BODY OF WATER. Ummm I usually look for close parking spaces at stores. The distance around this lake was like as if I was headed to the mall at Christmastime and decided to park at the freaking expressway, nowhere near the freaking stores!!! It looked far!!! Have you entered into the drama that was spinning through my mind yet? I was freaked out. Like, ok I might make it halfway around this mug.


Then we started walking. Quick shout-out to Steph & Dave (Steph’s husband). They each walked with me and kept me encouraged and a lot of the time, distracted with great conversation and hilarious stories. My mind vacillated constantly between “there’s no way I can finish this” and “oh my gosh, I’m freaking doing this!” My mind does that. I think most of our minds have that little evil voice that keeps stomping on what we try to do. We dismiss it or listen to it. Anyways, after a mile, I was breathing so loud. You know how you try to be cool when you walk up the stairs like “What?! I’m fit!” There was no hiding this. Imagine Beyonce’s song “Lose My Breath.” It was something like that dramatic gasp for air (YouTube the song). Then I made it to the beautiful, serene cemetery. It was gorgeous. I was almost done. I had about a half mile to go. I looked to the right, saw the gorgeous cemetery with golden leaves and seriously old headstones. Then I immediately face-planted into the dirt. I got up, dusted off and kept going. I don’t have any deep thoughts on the fall like “don’t take your eyes off the path that you’re on” or “when you fall, get back up and try again!” I just thought it was a funny part of the story.

When we finally reached the end of the path, I was excited. But that evil little voice came in and was like “uh, you know it was just 3 miles, right? It wasn’t a marathon. You didn’t run it. You walked 3 miles and some change.” So what did I learn from my very first 5k? We all start somewhere. That’s what I learned and that’s what I told that little evil voice inside. I pushed my body and walked a freaking 5k. For some, it’s going to be a marathon and for some it’s half a mile. We all start somewhere. And little evil voices can kick rocks.

First 5k