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A Sensational Super Bowl Sunday!

2012-02-11T05:49:00.000-08:00

First, I just want to thank everyone for the well wishes. I’m feeling MUCH better. Not 100% but I’m able to be up and about without yelping in pain. I’m making an appointment with a specialist to get another opinion on my back. I’ll keep you posted.

Today started with a kitchen-fest. I made an amazing batch of Banana Pancakes…

Click here for the recipe.

I also made a batch of Homemade Sauce…

(Click here for the recipe)

… an egg yolk omelet for Bean, and an egg white omelet for me.

After breakfast we cleaned up a bit. Someone is obsessed with the dishwasher…

as was his brother before him. It’s cracks me up.

We had fun doing laundry, of course.

Then I did something I rarely get to do.

Grocery shopping ALONE!

What a treat!

I came home, put everything away and then got lunch ready for the boys…

before heading out for a lunch of my own. I had a date to meet two friends for a movie and we hit a local restaurant before hand.

I started with the a cup of Maryland Crab Soup.

Got a veggies wrap…

and replaced the fries with a side of veggies.

And of course… Popcorn at the movies!

We saw Woman in Black. (These were my horror movie friends.) It was good but not as good as I thought it would be.

When I got back Little Guy showed off the new Ninjago set he put together with Daddy while I was gone.

Then he helped me clean the fruit I bought earlier.

I decided to make applesauce out of some aging apples we had with wrinkly skin.

I chopped them up small (with skin) added a splash of lemon juice, cinnamon, nutmeg and simmered it for the rest of night. I’ll show you the result later.

Little Bean had a snack.

He’s funny with the blueberries. He’ll bite one, chew for a minute and then spit them out. BUT he keeps going back for more. It’s cute.

All this was happening while I made my Super Bowl treat…

Won Ton Nacho Bites. They were awesome! Click here for the recipe.

I also roasted myself some spaghetti squash.

The boys were having pasta but I knew I’d be the one to eat all of the Won Ton Nacho Bites so I kept dinner light.

While dinner was cooking there was an awful lot of playing going on…

The Husband’s plate was just insanity. I mean seriously..

And he ate it ALL!

Just looking at it gives me a belly ache.

After dinner I checked in on the applesauce…

Perfect! You can now run it through the blender but I’m gonna keep it chunky and add it to some yogurt for the baby and maybe some oatmeal for me. :)

After we cleaned up it was all about the super bowl (and blogging for me cause I multitask like that. ;)

Click here to see how Little Bean went from here…

to here…

He’s on the move!

That’s all I have tonight! I’m now watching the Voice with the hubby. It’s time to log off. :)

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Post-Workout Self Assessment Checklist

2012-02-11T02:44:00.000-08:00

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Wednesday Weigh In: Well THAT’S a Surprise.

2012-02-10T22:19:00.000-08:00

That’s the lowest number I’ve seen on the scale since I got pregnant. I’m not going to try to over analyze it but I must admit, it makes me kinda mad.

I haven’t worked out in a week. I haven’t ran. I haven’t lifted weights. My butts been on the couch more these last 7 days then the last 7 years. I’ve also been on pain meds, muscle relaxers and steroids for my back.

I’m all out of whack and the scale does what?

Go DOWN?

Yet when I’m working my ass off, staying fit and exercising regularly the scale doesn’t budge. It just taunts me by going up and down. Up and down. UP AND DOWN.

See.. I told you, the scale is a fickle stupid head.

Yeah, I just said stupid head. That’s what happens when you spend the evening with a 6 year old. ;)

In other news…

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Let’s Get Crackin’ on February’s Fitness Theme!

2012-02-10T17:41:00.000-08:00

“I’m a Badass and I Know It”

Welcome to February, all you lovely peoples! Last month’s theme was “No More Jiggle in the Middle”. And while your jiggly parts may not be totally gone yet (emm, I know mine aren’t), I hope you trained hard to continue decimating those jigglies with cardio and firming it up real sexy with weight training.

Oh, good. Okay then.

Now moving on to February’s theme… “I’m a Bad Ass and I Know It”

This month’s theme was inspired by me wanting to quit in the middle of my last workout. It was hard. Really hard. I didn’t think I could finish. It was KILLER. But I’m not a quitter and stopping in the middle of a workout is totally unacceptable.

So in the middle of my 3rd round of push-ups, I started to say to myself out loud, “I’m a badass… I’m a badass… I’m a badsass…”

And yep, that affirmation gave me the steam I needed to stay strong and finish strong. Sometimes you just gotta remind yourself of who you really are.

I’m a badass. So are you.

And guess what, everybody. This is my birthday month. I’ll be 39-years-old on February 17th!

Holler!

Anybody wanna send me a birthday card? I love getting happy-mail. Send me a birthday card, yo!

Josie Maurer
P. O. Box 1962
Wilmington, DE 19899

I’m seriously thinking about NOT having a traditional, high calorie birthday cake this year ((gasp!)). My recipe for So Delicious Low Cal Strawberry Shortcake was ohhh sooo tasty, and the Greedy Family really loved it, too. I’m wanting to cake-celebrate that way instead.

Okay, everybody. Let’s get it crackin’! Be the badass that you are all month long by putting in the work to get the body you want. I’ll be doing the same thing over here. You can bet on it.

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Stalker Foods Harassment and How I’m Dealing

2012-02-10T13:09:00.000-08:00

This is a true Stalker Foods story. It’s MY story…

There were delectable treats hiding in the shadows. They lurked in every dark corner. Whispering. Waiting for me to let my guard down and openly welcome the indulgence in excess.

This has been going for a few days now. I’m being harassed by stalker foods, and while I can’t necessarily escape the temptation, I can still control the outcome. All of the recent foods that have stalked me in the shadows have gone onto my Reverse Food Journal instead of into my stomachs.

Excessive carbohydrates are NOT in line with my fitness goals. Neither is a fried brownie as big as my head with ice cream on top (yep, I wanted one of those). Cheese curls and two different kinds of chocolate chip cookies — Famous Amos and Chips Ahoy — also went on my Reverse Food Journal. Because I didn’t eat any of it.

Journaling my refusal of these greedy foods has encouraged me to stay on track and put more wind in my sails to stay in control. The foods that earn a place on my Reverse Journal serve as a reminder of what could’ve been if I had just let all that food overtake me. And “what could’ve been” includes guilt, weight gain and delayed fitness progress. Oh, hell naw!

But I did happen to enjoy sharing a decadent slice of cheesecake with the husband during our nice weekend lunch outing. That was a controlled decision. And that’s way it should be.

If you happen to enjoy a delectable treat this week, let it be out of good decision making, not because of harassing temptation. I trust you know the difference.

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Hot Body Home Workout #1 and Post-Workout Breakfast Ideas

2012-02-10T10:08:00.000-08:00

Hey guys, here’s the first of many Hot Body Home Workouts to come! If you can’t get to the gym or if home workouts are simply your thang, it’s time to get up off your booty and get it moving.

After a thorough warm-up: Select your circuit level (Level 1, 2 or 3), consisting of basic moves that only get tougher depending on which level you choose. Then move onto the optional “Hotter Body Challenge” to top off your workout on an extra sweaty, fat burning note.

LEVEL 1 equipment needed: optional exercise mat or carpeted area

3-5 knee push-ups (on mat or carpeting)8 squats (feet slight wider than shoulder-width)8 alternating reverse lunges

Complete this beginner’s circuit 2-3 times.

Level 1 Hotter Body Challenge (optional): After finishing your circuits, set your interval timer for 5 rounds of 45/15. Each 1-minute round = 45 seconds brisk march in place + 15 seconds slow march in place.

LEVEL 2 equipment needed: one 8-10#dumbbell, optional exercise mat or carpeted area

5 full body push-ups + 5 knee push-ups12 squat jumps10 alternating reverse lunges, holding one 8-10# dumbbell in both hands close to your chest.

Complete this intermediate circuit 3-4 times.

Level 2 Hotter Body Challenge (optional): After finishing your circuits, set your interval timer for 5 rounds of 45/15. Each 1-minute round = 45 seconds “invisible” rope skipping + 15 seconds brisk march in place.

LEVEL 3 equipment needed: one 8-10#dumbbell, optional exercise mat or carpeted area

10 full body push-ups15 squat jumps16 alternating reverse lunges, holding one 8-10# dumbbell or medicine ball overhead. Keep that core tight!

Complete this advanced circuit 4 times.

Level 3 Hotter Body Challenge (optional): After finishing your circuits, set your interval timer for 5 rounds of 45/15. Each 1-minute round = 45 seconds brisk high knee jog + 15 seconds march in place. Get those knees up!

Josie’s finishing time: 4 rounds of Level Three in 7.18 minutes.

your Interval Timer setting

Post-workout breakfast ideas:

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The FEVEROUS love affair with HEMP HEARTS.

2012-02-10T06:33:00.000-08:00

Mizfitonline recently talked about her torrid (and long standing) love affair with Chia seeds, and I hope you’ve listened to what she had to say and incorporated it into your diet. But if you haven’t yet gone out to pick up your stockpile of Chia….get ready to add one more thing to your shopping list.

As passionate as MizFit is about Chia…I am even more so about Hemp Hearts (also known as hemp seeds).

I guess you could say it’s a feverous love affair. Actually, it’s more than a love affair; I simply cannot live without it. There are a lot of foods out there that claim to be super foods, and for good reason. But in my opinion, Hemp Hearts are the greatest super food of them all.

Okay, so you may be asking yourself “what exactly are hemp hearts” or “are hemp hearts something like marijuana?” Well, let me tell you. Hemp hearts are the shelled seeds of the industrial hemp plant, which just happens to be an innocent cousin of the marijuana plant. Related to this “cousin”, but totally legal and oh so much better for you.

I thought I’d try to match MizFit’s Chia Seeds style and incorporate a little facetime into this post just like she did. Here I am giving you the low down on some great ways to use hemp seeds:

And what about the benefits? If I would have done a video on this one, it would have been more like a full length feature film. There’s no end to the goodness it provides for you.

The oh so many benefits of Hemp Hearts:

More Energy, Exceptional source of protein, and Natural.Best source of protein, essential fats, vitamins and enzymes on the Earth.Do not contain significant amounts of sugar, starches or saturated fats.Contain more amino acids (proteins) than milk, meat or eggs.Contain more omega 3 essential fat than any fish.Is a complete protein source – much more balanced than & digestible than any soy product.Contain about 47% oil, 86% of which is omega 3, 6, 9.Contains all the essential omega 3 fats required for human health.Hemp Hearts are unmatched in Nature for their balance of all required proteins and all essential fats as well as most vitamins and enzymes.Is perfect for those troubled with constipation and for those avoiding carbohydrates.Provides more energy than energy bars — without their sugar, milk, nuts, and meat.Is suitable for those unable to eat gluten, sugar, milk nuts, or meat.The list really does go on and on.

You might not know me as well as you know Mizfitonline, but I really do hope I’ve got you convinced to integrate hemp seeds into your diet. They can be purchased at Whole Foods and many health food stores around the country. I’ve experimented with many brands and places to buy them, and I’d have to recommend Nutiva as the best organic shelled hemp seeds on the market. Here’s the link to purchase directly from them: Nutiva Hemp Hearts.

Have you discovered Hemp Hearts already? Let me hear what you have to say, and if you’re as feverously in love with them as I am.

Darryl runs a cycling lifestyle website called Loving the Bike, and has a passion for Family, Cycling, and Living a Healthy Life. Be sure to contact him if you have any questions about hemp hearts, cycling, or just want to say hi. You can find him on Twitter, Facebook, Google+, or catch up with him on the bike on one of the backroads of Austin.

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Today I am five.

2012-02-10T02:23:00.000-08:00

check out those bangs. pretty impressive.

This month marks my five year anniversary of blogging at MizFitOnline.

You know, the blog which was born spontaneously one afternoon on the couch & was thisclose to being called Sisyphit.

You know, the blog whose URL has that weirdawkward “online” at the end of it because I was simply too cheap finely frugal to spend the 1800.00 for MizFit.com back in 2007.

That one.

I’m five and, apparently because I’m a misfit, Ive gots the five year itch (as opposed to the more traditional 7).

I feel as though it’s time for a change.

Ive begun mapping out some aesthetic changes (font colors etc)— but that doesnt feel like enough.
I toyed with buying MizFit.com Apparently its value has escalated since ’07 if the domain-sellers current extortion-like demands are any indication. Six thousand dollars? I was compelled to tell him he.crazy.
I purchased & messed with CarlaBirnberg.com It feels right. It feels next. It does not feel like right now. It does not feel like today.

Allow me to back up & drag you into my brain for a moment.

You see, I woke up one morning and had the realization Im so much more than a mizfitonline.**

Or more aptly put: I AM COMPLETELY MIZFITONLINE.

I am my brand.

I walk the walk.

I practice what I preach (all together now: so there’s never a need to preach).

I blog it. I vlog it. I LIVE IT.

As a result I spent time pondering the question Who is MizFit? and the answer I returned to *repeatedly* was Carla Birnberg.

Then, a few days ago, I was asked by FitFluential to define myself in a video-snippet.

As I spoke (because G-d forbid I script anything) it became evident to me I am my brand.

I never hesitate or self-edit when I speak, tweet, vlog, blog etc. because what Carla would say MizFit would endorse.

(bear with me. as I type this all out it feels exceedingly obvious as most good ah ha! moments do…)

It all conspires to cause me to see CarlaBirnberg.com in my future.

A site where absolutely nothing changes (same subject-matter for posts, twitter handle, youtube account, Tornado, lack of apostrophes…) yet the mere thought of it feels pretty damn exciting-monumental and fraught with change.

Good change.

Roni Noone and I are co-authoring a book.

Fila has asked me to serve as their global Fila SpokesMom.

And with that not-for-now-but-coming-soon notion I believe I have the answer to my 5 year itch query.

Who am I? I’m Carla Birnberg.

Who am I? Im MizFit.

For sake of maintaining a thin veneer of “Im an adult, People! I make all my own decisions!” I wont share bore you with details of how I crowdsourced much of this decision. Short version: Im eternally indebted to my FaceBook Peeps.

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3 Consecutive Saturdays of 100 Burpees and 500 Mountain Climbers. Here Are My Times

2012-02-09T22:19:00.000-08:00

100 Burpees and 500 Mountain Climbers. I’ve accomplished this every Saturday for the past 3 Saturdays.

I had planned on doing it as a one-time workout, and even that first time I never thought in a million years I’d accomplish so many reps. And now it’s turn out to be such a bad ass, body transformation workout, that this Saturday morning tradition is going to continue on.

Here are my times for 100 Burpees and 500 Mountain climbers each Saturday:

January 21st: Approx 35 min (didn’t use timer)January 28th: 29.18 minutesFebruary 4th: 23.57 minutesFebruary 11th: I’m coming for ya!

Had I not timed myself, I don’t think I would’ve pushed so hard past my perceived limitations. It’s the pushing to beat my previous times that’s got me accomplishing this personal awesomeness. Didn’t know I had it in me. But I do.

Are YOU ready to unleash your own potential? It doesn’t have to be done via Burpees and Mountain Climbers, but I challenge you to pick something tough and go hard.

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If You Feel Like a Failure, You Need To Be Hearing This

2012-02-03T03:48:00.000-08:00

…it might be you, it might not be you. But maybe you should just hear me out anyway.

I’m learning to embrace failure and mistakes. I encourage you to do the same.

Failure and mistakes used to squash my confidence. It made it hard for me to look at myself in the mirror and see any good or hope for what I might be able to accomplish in the future. Was I a loser? Was it even possible to get it right? Between me telling myself I’m a screw up and knowing some other people felt that same way about me, I was really effed up in my thinking.

Sure. Screw ups, mess ups and plain old bad decision making do cause loss and set back. But who the hell in this world hasn’t had loss or setback? Who claimed we were entitled to a life free from any of that?

You can do one of two things to address this very human problem:

1) Wallow in the failure and mistakes. Let the hurtful blow escalate in its power to cripple you from believing you can ever change or have anything better in your life. Harp on it. Let it totally take over your thoughts as a constant reminder of why you can’t have what it is you’re seeking after. Because it just too grand or would take too long or it’s totally out of reach because it’s damn near impossible anyway. And you’re just not cut out for anything better than what’s going on in your life right this very second.

or,

2) Let the failures and mistakes roll off your back like water. Do NOT let it consume you. Learn from it. Now you know what NOT to do. What approach NOT to take. Even if some mess ups continue, if you have real desire for change, growth and improvement, you will NOT be stopped. It might not be easy or always comfortable, but you will make a way and that way will work, and you will have what it is you’re seeking after.

Do I want to be screwing up all the time and making wrong moves? Nope. But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna waste precious time inflicted bashes upon myself when I could be moving forward instead; when I could be avoiding a ditch by not repeating that same insanity. Ditches will still be there. You might slip and twist your ankle a little bit, but there’s no need to totally fall in the pit. Not repeatedly, anyway. Not if you embrace the failures in a positive way.

Don’t waste time wallowing and allowing that beast to plant negativity in your mind. That’s not helping you at all. Spend time learning, avoiding the same mistakes, and paving out ways that work.

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Fake yer fitness…

2012-02-03T00:42:00.000-08:00

till you make yer fitness?!

Sounds crazy.

It IS a little misfit’y crazy, but this misfit firmly believes it works.

Three simple steps to thinking yourself fit until you ARE the fit person you will soon be (power of positive thinking).

Create your story. What would FitYou eat, drink, read, think, DO each day?
Tell.Everyone. They may think you’re a misfit–but letting friends know the YOU youre working toward is a key step. It helps your PEEPS start seeing you as the fit person you will soon become.
Respond as the Fit You would. Before you do *anything* pause and ask yourself: how would superfit me respond to this situation?

Want more?

Click on over to Sears Fitstudio to read the rest.

Happy with whatcha got here?

Join me in a Fake It Till You Make It Tuesday.

Whatever your “faking it” aspiration might be.**

**That’s your heads-up Austin. I shall be wandering our fair city faking and pretending behaving as I imagine a super successful authorwoman would. Now run and get me a pen, pleaseandthankyou? Ive got book signings to attend!!

***comments are closed because I want you to GIT TO LIVING. GIT TO THINKING ABOUT YOU. And yes. Git to the faking it…

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I’ve Got Nothing

2012-02-02T19:57:00.000-08:00

Nope.

Not a thing.

Bloggers Block.

So I’m just gonna start typing…

I’m sitting here with The Husband watching Parks & Rec. We just got the kids to bed after a relaxing night with the boys…

It really was relaxing. Thursday is Little Bean’s Day Care day so I didn’t have to juggle everything in between naps, which was nice. BUT I threw out my back, so I didn’t get anything done that I couldn’t accomplish on the couch with a heating pad. :(

I did have 3 calls today, 2 potential FitBloggin’ sponsors and 1 potential GreenLiteBites sponsor. I’m always amazed how much time you can burn on the phone.

For a mid-morning snack I made myself a fun Orange Julius inspired drink…

Turning mine green with a little spinach. :)

I also posted about Little Bean’s favorite finger foods on Baby’s First Year…

Other than that I kept my food journal, cooked the family dinner and helped Little Guy with his homework.

All in all a fabulously low key day.

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Wednesday Weigh In: sigh

2012-02-02T15:01:00.000-08:00

I’ve promised myself I’d weigh in Wednesday no matter what.

Well this week is a "what."

It’s AMAZING how fast the scale can go up. Do I think I actually gained more than 5lbs of fat in a week?

No.

That’s pretty hard to do even with a chocolate and Chinese food binge. I’m retaining lots of water from eating crap, that probably accounts for half, if not more of the weight increase.

For some reason I gave up food journaling last week. I was in the zone for about 3 weeks and then I just stopped.

That’s when the nibbling picked back up. The extra slice of cheese when I’m making a sandwich. The bites left on Little Guy’s plate when he doesn’t finish dinner. The handful of Doritos from the husband’s bag.

These are the things I struggle with.

I’ve also been in a funk. My back has been bothering me and it’s curbing my gym time. I’ve been tired and cranky and overwhelmed. All things that have me medicating with food.

So here’s the deal.

The scale is what it is. There’s no sense in getting upset about it. Food journal is back in action. I feel the need for a little structure. It always helps me curb the mindless munching.Taking a few days off from the gym is not the end of the world. My back needs a break. I need a break. That doesn’t mean I’m getting out of the habit (my fear.)

Feeling better getting all that out of my head.

And this is why I blog. :)

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Embrace the Swamp

2012-02-02T11:16:00.000-08:00

I could have stayed back in a warm house playing Scrabble. Instead, I hiked through brambles and briars and oh-my-god wind, ice and swamp to help (OK…watch) hunting man boyfriend take down his tree stand last Sunday. Colton warned me it wasn’t easy to get to, but you know me. In my mind, it was a quick hike through the woods, and I’ve hiked miles of woods. This would be a piece of cake, baby. Nah nah nah nah…fingers in my ears….let’s go!
We 4-wheeled down a muddy “road” to a point where there was too much water to go further. “It’s 200 yards over there,” he said, pointing ahead over yards and yards of swamp. I unzipped my fuzzy brown boots and put on Colton’s waterproof boots, which are two sizes too big, and curled my fingers into my fingerless gloves. 200 yards? No problem. I love a good winter hike.Unbeknownst to me, however, Colton…super considerate guy that he is…decided that instead of going through the swamp, we’d hike around it because he thought it would be an easier hike for me. He truly had my best interests at heart. The problem was that he’d not gotten to his tree stand that way before and so we walked. And we walked. And we fought brambles. And broke lots of ice. And disturbed deer. “How many more miles?” I whined, 20 minutes into our supposed 200-yard hike. “It’s…it’s just over there…” he said.
Several more minutes and a million more brambles later…“Do you know where we are?” I asked, pulling burrs out of my scarf and gloves. “Where’s your *@ing tree stand?” I wasn’t happy. I had on too-big boots and inefficient gloves. Not to mention I’d been having a really good hair day, but the wind was raw and I had to put up my hood. It wouldn’t have mattered most days, but we were meeting my daughter and her boyfriend for lunch later and…and…well…you know. I didn’t want to look like I’d just walked through brambles and ice. In my mind, I pissed and moaned, but it’s hard to stay focused on anger when you’re trying not to fall. So I stopped for a second and watched Colton walk several feet ahead of me. What was I mad about? That the plan in my head wasn’t the plan unfolding before me? Colton rerouted us because he honestly thought it would be an easier hike for me than to take me through the swamp (even though we were still in a swamp). I took a deep breath and hiked on. It wasn’t a few minutes later that Colton pointed to a red tie around a tree. That he could find it at all seemed a miracle to me. All woods look the same to me. If it weren’t for trail markers, I’d get lost on every hike. Colton had been hunting those woods for years and, while he hadn’t used the route we took to his tree stand before, he knew instinctually where it was and how to get there. He trusts his gut, one of the many things I admire about him.He climbed the ladder attached to the tree and began disassembling his stand and umbrella. I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t fall, wondering how I’d get him out of the woods if he did. Silently, he unstrapped, folded, and guided the stand to the ground, looking up only when I said I wanted to take a picture.
Once the ladder was down, he made an arm strap for both the stand and the ladder so he could carry them on his back through the woods.
I stuffed my jacket pocket with cables, a lock and a set of keys. I wore his safety strap around my neck.
We walked back to the truck directly, through the worst of the swamp. It was challenging, but we focused on each step, not thinking ahead to the next one. Break ice, balance, step. Lift opposite foot, break the ice, balance, step. Even when we saw the truck 50 yards away, we concentrated on the step ahead of us and not on how great it would be once we got there. (You can see where this is going, can’t you?)
No matter how good our intentions, when we meander into weight loss without a plan, it’s easy to get frustrated and lose sight of why we started. Sometimes the swamp is the better route. More difficult, yes, but definitely more efficient. The swamp can be our greatest teacher. One step, one pound at a time; seeing goal, but not striving emotionally or physically any faster to get there above and beyond that one step, that one pound at a time. There will be brambles and there will be ice, but you knew that before you started. Dont' be afraid of the swamp! With a good plan and good equipment, you can get anywhere you want to go. (I feel a Howard Dean scream coming on…)

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cue confetti shaped like Egg Beaters Whites

2012-02-02T06:41:00.000-08:00

I know Ren Man would readily agree he cares not about my brand partnerships.

If Im happy—he’s happy.

He puts up with my nonstop yammering loves to hear about them, but that’s about where it ends. He rarely voices an opinion.

Except for this time.

When I shared with him I was partnering with Egg Beaters Whites he pretty much lost his mind.

And immediately asked if they’d consider paying me in product.

You see, this photo was *not* staged for the sake of the brand:

Neither was this photo where the child identified my favorite food as Egg Beaters for a school project (upper right corner):

I love my Beaters in every way shape & form I can get them.

Love. Love.

I also know we’ve established you (the royal) arent always lovers of the vlogs.

I ask you to indulge me & make 77 seconds for the snippet below.

If you *dont* giggle in the first 3 seconds you have my permission to click away.

Please to enjoy (& sing along if you know the words).

Now you.

Are you, too, a fan of all things Egg Beaters?
Are you perched on the edge of your office chair seat in excitement at the very thought of my testing recipes for you?
Will you be singing “MizFit loves Egg Beaters!” all day now as I will?

This post is sponsored by the amazing Egg Beaters Whites. The unabashed LOVE is all my own.

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Redefining the Meaning of Pizza Night

2012-02-02T01:57:00.000-08:00

…but first, the time line of historical pizza-problems that led up to the need for serious change:

1987 (age 14): I was eating an average 8 slices of Domino’s Pizza every Friday with no weight gain.

1989 – 2003: I barely ate pizza at all, so no problem.

2004: My pizza addiction began. I ate an average 6 slices of takeout pizza every Friday night (plus everyone’s leftover crust) — the greasy kind made by pizza employee Joe Schmoe, who probably scratched his balls with his bare hand before prepping my order.

2004 – 2010: I gained weight, then lost weight (yay!), but STILL had a pizza-eating problem. My fitness progress was there, but slow going.

Early 2011: I decided that enough was enough. I was sick and tired of being controlled by my addiction (I call it that now, but didn’t recognize it as addiction at the time), and slowly reduced my Friday pizza-eating from 6 slices down to 2. I also identified other greedy carb overloads and reduced or eliminated them all together (good-bye entire loaves of french bread thickly smathered in butter). All of this took me many months to master.

2012: I’m through with takeout pizza forever, yet I still love pizza and see no need to give it up. I simply choose to re-define the meaning of Pizza Night to ensure my body transformation continues.

THIS was my dinner tonight…
My homemade pizza (before baking).

Fresh ingredients included: spinach, plum tomatoes and onions, plus basil, other Italian seasonings, and easy on the cheese. My homemade pizza was less expensive than takeout and definitely less calories, while bigger on taste and satisfaction. And did I mention zero guilt?

My pizza after baking.

There’s no reason to give up the foods you love. Simply scale back if that works for you. But as for me and pizza? That called for a totally new definition of what Pizza Night means to me.

Joe Schmoe is no longer taking my orders. No more delivery of greasy pizzas to my door. I’m making the damn pizza myself. Because it’s just better that way. ((burp))

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4 Flakey Fitness Habits to Avoid Getting Sucked Into

2012-02-01T22:07:00.000-08:00

1) slacking: Averting work or effort. Inactive. Not inclined to work or exertion.

“Booquisha has been a slacker for weeks. Maybe today she’ll get her lazy azz up to do cardio and drink up some Sleekology.”

2) procrastination: Putting off something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.

“It is not good to procrastinate. Justin does that with his laundry and now he’s wearing dirty spandex to the gym again.”

3) lack of planning: Without apparent forethought. Having no particular purpose, organization, or structure.

“I don’t give a damn if Mildred brags about that 3,000 Days to Shred DVD. Her lack of food planning has her eating Cheetoes out the vending machine before noon.”

4) lack of commitment: Absence of determination and follow through to work hard at something pledged or obligated to do.

“Bart’s lack of commitment to building man-muscles has him starting Day 1 of that expensive Q80X Fitness System for the 5th time now. He’s never made it past day 10.”

Put in the hard work this week and make it count! I know dang well you are NOT a slacking procrastinator who doesn’t plan or follow through because you’re soooo not committed to your fitness goals.

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Living my priorities

2012-02-01T17:29:00.000-08:00

The end of 2011 was kind of a mess for me.

It was filled with great things yet I sensed in my heart I was teetering on the edge.

I felt thisclose to being someone who gave lip-service to what was important in her life & lived otherwise.

I felt thisclose to being the blogger who, while writing a post about the fabulousnessment of family time & family exercise!, snapped at her child “you need to WAIT. I’ll play later. Mamas working!”

I did not like how being even *close* to reacting like that person felt.

As a result I spent lots of time formulating my 2012 mantra.

I needed something which wasnt only about or for me (Id grown a little too mememe by the end of 2011) and words which would constantly remind me of who I aspired to be.

I chose the phrase living my priorities. It felt fitting and, only 27 days into the year, has already challenged me in ways I couldnt have predicted.

Ive been reminded how difficult it is to say NO.

I have a hard & fast rule about never saying YES! in the moment. I always sit with an opportunity/make certain something is a fit before answering in the affirmative. I do this with fun things, I do it with volunteer-stuffs, and I do it with work.

Many of the things Ive NO’ed to in the past 27 days looked *very* alluring at first glance, but when mashed up against my mantra were easily declined because they didnt ‘match up.’

Ive been reminded I still have a bad case of Freshman Year Syndrome.

When I was an undergrad I went out a lot. Like every.single.night a lot for a while.

It wasnt so much I craved socializing & late nights and more the fact, at age 18, I feared something *amazing* might happen and I wouldnt be there.

Ive NO’ed to stuff in the past 27 days where Ive paused and thought “…but what if theres some great! connection! to be made and Im not there?!”

But when Ive mashed the opportunity up against my3-word mantra Im reminded it’s ok. I know all I need —truly need—I already have.

Ive been reminded how easy it can be to slip into fear-based living.

Ive let go of & said NO to opportunities which could have been amazing…for me.

Opportunities when mashed up against my mantra clearly fell outside the realm of living priorities *outside* of myself.

I felt the fear. I felt the panic of “what if I say no now and no one wants me later?” I almost caved. Frequently.

Yet when I mashed the ‘stuffs’ up against living what’s important to me I felt the fear, reminded myself of life’s abundance & NO’ed with faith.

Ive been reminded how my life is not all that unique.

Im writing this post not to preach or be ‘recognized’ for doing what I feel is a basic responsibility to those things we love & are important to us (be they people, passions, or causes).

Im writing it in response to so many of you who have reached out and asked how things are going now that we’re 5 months into the Garten of the Kinder.

Im writing in response to your collective responses of “I had to step back and decide what was important to me and only focus on that. It all is too much if you dont.”

Im 27 days in.

It’s more challenging than Id thought.

Im stilling living my priorities—one long no-filled, boundary drawing day at a time.

Pictures by twentyfivetwentysix studios.

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Who Won the Insanity Fast and Furious DVD?

2012-02-01T12:57:00.000-08:00

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I Still Believe

2012-02-01T09:56:00.000-08:00

If there’s a theme song for perseverance, determination, and…in the footsteps of my last blog…resilience, it’s “I Still Believe” by The Call. When I listen to it, I believe I can do anything. Michael Been sings as a man who’s been to heartache and back many times, and the contemplative lyrics were meant for such a voice as his. And mine. And yours. And anyone else who’s not given up.

So much of what we strive to do in our lives – what we really deep down want to achieve – is in defiance of what we’ve been told (by others and ourselves) we can’t do. How many times have you lost weight, only to gain it back? How many times have you started exercising, only to quit after a few months? When have you heard (and by whom?), “You can’t do that! You tried before and failed! Come here. Have a cookie.”

<--------raising my hand

We all have a voice inside us urging us on, telling us what it thinks we should do. Often times, it’s a not-so-wholesome plea: “____ will like me more if I do _____.” “I’ll be happy if I just do ______.” “Life will be perfect once I have ____.” But sometimes, after some contemplation and planning, or just due to plain stubbornness, what we hear is a wholesome plea: “You want this for yourself.” “You’re worth it.” “I believe in this goal and you!”

But I still believe
I still believe
Through the shame
And through the grief
Through the heartache
Through the tears
Through the waiting
Through the years

For people like us
In places like this
We need all the hope
That we can get
Oh, I still believe

What we do in response to that voice is what makes the difference between striving and retreating. I wrote in a post on Lynn’s Weigh on Facebook the other day that I’d agreed to do something outside my comfort zone and that my initial response was to eat mindlessly – to just stuff M&Ms (which I didn’t have in the house, thank goodness) or roasted soybeans (I’d just bought a 12-ounce bag) in my mouth as I contemplated my commitment: to fly to New York in early February and tape a segment on weight maintenance for “60 Minutes Australia” (same show as the U.S., just down-under).

Doing TV turns my stomach into a slip knot. (So how come I “wanted” to eat after I sent the “Sure…I’ll do it!” email?) TV makes me sweat, my heart palpitate. I wake up in the middle of the night wondering what the heck I’m going to wear, and I worry that during the interview I’ll get dry mouth and sound like I’m chewing marbles. This worry and future thinking is not very mindful/Buddhist of me, I know. But I never said I was enlightened.

I’d initially said no to the “60 Minutes” offer, telling the producer I wasn’t the poster child he might be looking for because I’d gained some weight and was struggling with arthritis. His reply? Oh…his reply. Made me rethink a whole lot about the “truths” I’d convinced myself of recently:

“May I say it sounds like you are being a little tough on yourself! You're are still half the weight you once were and despite your body having some issues, you are still living healthily and not stacking on too many pounds.

“It’s not so much the 'poster child' we are after, but the real story of someone who has broadly succeeded in not reverting to their former weight, and being determined about it.”

Determined. I read that word over and over. ‘Heck, yeah, that’s me! Doggedly determined. I’ll be damned if I’m going back to where I was. I’ve come too far, worked too hard, learned too much to do that.’ In the passion of that moment, I wrote back and said I’d do it. That’s when the knot formed in the center of my stomach and I wanted to eat. But instead of consuming copious amounts of whatever, I took a bunch of deep breaths, got dressed, and went to visit my grandkids. Because what I realized is that despite the stress and the doubt, my deep down desire is to make weight maintenance part of our culture’s dialogue. To make it as popular as weight loss. If that’s truly my goal, then that voice inside me can say all it wants about my fear of being on TV. My will is stronger.

I still believe. In me. I still believe that through the bumps in the road, through the temptations and heartaches, through the worries and self-doubts, that I can do what I (and others) tell me I can’t do.

I still believe. I hope you do, too. Listen to that song and let it sink into your bones. Dance to it in the kitchen. Let it drive you on the elliptical. For people like us, in places like this.

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My Weight Loss A-Ha Moment

2012-02-01T05:23:00.000-08:00

I hinted about this post on Sunday and honestly, it’s been brewing in me for days. I just needed a quiet moment to actually collect my thoughts (without a baby in tow) and attempt to communicate them in a way that makes sense. Now that I have that moment, I’m pretty sure I’ll still ramble on excessively. Expect a long one and please forgive me for that cheesy "A-Ha" photo.

As you may know I’ve been trying to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight for 10 months now. Baby number 2 came almost 6 years after baby number 1 and 5 years after a 70lb weight loss that I have maintained happily (minus pregnancy gain of course.) I not only lost weight back then but I started to find myself. For as long as I can remember weight loss and a bad body image dominated my thoughts. (Read more of my weight history on the My Story page.)

If you’ve been reading for some time you know this. You’ve been on this journey with me. Maybe you were there when I reached goal in 2006 or when I had the tummy tuck or made the decisions to join a gym to or the first time I ran 5k on a treadmill.

*sigh* Running. Now there’s something I never thought I’d EVER do. Yet you were there the first time I ran a 5k and 5 miles and 10 and my first half and, in-spite of a rough year, a marathon. Yes, I ran a FREAKIN’ Marathon. To say it now it still seems unreal, impossible and unbelievable. So does climbing a rock wall and doing a pull-up but I did all of those things.

Yes, now I’m crying.

Over the years my approach to losing and maintaing weight ebbed and flowed. I went from weekly weighing to daily to none at all. I food journaled on paper, in email, twitter and even Excel. I counted points and ate intuitively. My diet has slowly shifted from convenience based foods (100 cal packs, Frozen Dinners) to more and more whole and unprocessed options.

For Pete’s Sake my favorite things to eat now are winter squashes and kale! Who am I?

No, really.

Who am I?

Well…

I am now someone who not only wakes up at 5:30 AM to go to the gym but WANTS to wake up at 5:30 to go to the gym because I know from experience how awesome I feel the rest of the day.

I am now someone who is not afraid to be naked in front of her husband. That may have been a bit TMI but it’s true and I know some of you out there know where I’m coming from.

I am now someone who can wear a bathing suit on a beach and enjoy herself. Not because I’m sporting the perfect body but because I’m having too much fun with my family to care what anyone else thinks.

I’m now someone who can go out to eat and not feel controlled by food, overwhelmed at the menu or anxious about making the right choice.

I am now someone who doesn’t starve herself after eating something "bad" and then sneaks food when no one is looking.

I am now someone who doesn’t shy away from things she wants to do or try or experience.

I am now someone who doesn’t care what the scale says because of everything listed above<–THAT was My A-Ha Moment.

These thoughts all came flooding to me when I received this comment from Tina on my latest weigh-in post….

Roni, did you ever think that possibly giving up the journaling might work in your favor? I see that you go back and forth with it, I think that you know by now exactly what your body needs and doesn’t need. I know that emotions play a huge part in that at times, but I think in my experience that “so called” dieting or keeping track always set me up for a binge at some point. Since I gave up counting points, calories etc. I have seen the most progress in my weight, and I also feel more relaxed with food. Just a thought.

Tina pointed out something I think I’ve been afraid to admit because it takes me further and further away from where I started and for some reason that’s scary. Here I thought I was doing the right thing by following my own example of what worked for me in the past.

6 years ago I counted points, food journaled and blogged my way to weight loss. It worked then so why shouldn’t it work now?

Ohhh yea… because I’m not the same person I was back then. I don’t need to learn what a portion is or that a banana is a better choice then pretzels or that drinking my calories isn’t "worth it." I don’t need a daily limit to stop me from eating because I can’t tell the difference between hunger or boredom or stress or exhaustion.

I’m not saying I know it all now but I know myself and I’ve learned a lot over the years. Why am I forcing myself to do something that’s not working for me now and why aren’t I trusting myself? Oh! and for Heaven’s sake WHY do I need to see some stupid number on some stupid scale when I am everything I ever wanted to be?

Happy.

~*~*~*~

P.S. I wanted to end the post right there on a "happy" note (pun intended) but while writing this I got an email from Annalisa and I feel the need to share it in this post.

Hi Roni! This is not an ask-Roni question but really a thank you. I’ve read your blog for a few years and I’ve always found you inspirational. Quick background – I lost 50 lbs a few years ago and kept it off until I had my first baby 9 months ago. I’m struggling with losing the weight. I’m 40lbs heavier that I am used to being and it gets demotivating when nothing changes week after week (I nurse, eat clean, lots of walks, etc). I’m working on it slowly but very little is happening. Anyway, my thank you is for you continual advice to ‘live your life’. I continue to sign up for things, meet new people, be active, etc. even though I am not comfortable in my own skin. I noticed this over the weekend when I signed up for mommy and me swim classes. OMG – I had to wear a swim suit! I thought about not going but I am so GLAD I did! My daughter loved it – and so did I. I sometimes even hesitate to take pictures/videos of us as a family since I’m so much bigger but I realize this is a time in my life I don’t get to repeat so I need to suck it up and embrace everything around me. I don’t think I would have this attitude if I haven’t read your blog all these years. I would truly be a SAHM and never leave the house. Instead, I bought bigger pants and kept going. Thank you!

This blog started out as a weight loss journal but now it means so much more to me and hopefully, to you. I don’t mind helping people lose weight, it’s how I got started on this whole journey. But what I really want to do is change people attitudes about themselves, their bodies and their lives. That’s my real goal . Weight loss is just the byproduct.

Thank YOU Annalisa for solidifying my A-Ha moment. :)

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My Sensational Sunday in 25 Shots

2012-02-01T01:47:00.000-08:00

Today was truly a Sensational Sunday in every sense! The house is clean, the fridge is stocked, I spent time with the family AND caught up with an old friend at the movies. It was just a fantastic day all around! You’ll see…

It all started at 7AM. Little Guy had an early soccer game. Here he is writing his name on his water bottle before they left.

The Husband took him to the game while I stayed home with Little Bean.

He was not as amused with my dancing as he normally is. With 2 front teeth breaking through he was quite the grump. I could barely get a smile out of him!

We split 2 eggs for breakfast…

…like this.

With Dad and Big Brother gone, Little Bean and I had to handle the laundry on our own.

We sorted… crawled… sorted… and crawled. :)

While organizing his clothes I was inspired to to write… 5 Baby Fashions I Could Never Get Away With. Click here to see his striped pants. lol

I then decided to tackle the fridge.

It was so messy I didn’t even know what I had in there!

That’s when the boys came home with…

They were nice enough to bring me home my favorite, a chocolate frosted.

I didn’t eat it.

Why?

Because I didn’t want it.

More on this later this week. I had a revelation on the weight loss thing.

Anyway, back to the fridge.

MUCH better.

With the baby napping and the boys relaxing, I decided to grab some mags and take a bath.

Real Simple contacted me after seeing GreenLiteBites and sent me some issues. I hope to get a chance to work with them one day!

I came down from the bath to 3 boys watching "How It’s Made" on the Science Channel. They are running a 5 day marathon. We’ve been obsessed.

Then we took a break for a family game of UNO Roboto. We LOVE this game!

I made myself THE Smoothie as I was planning a late lunch out.

Irish was chilling on the stairs.

Someone caught a glimpse.

They are so cute together!

I decided to save the cat and swiped Little Bean for some kitchen dancing…

… while we cleaned up.

Everyone was doing their share.

We finished just in time for me to head out for my friend date! I met an old friend for lunch and movie. We went to Carrabbas. I’ve never been.

I had a cup of Mama Mandola’s Sicilian Chicken Soup…

…and an Insalata Fiorucci salad with the dressing on the side.

Both were amazing!

After lunch we saw The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1 at the cheapo theater. It was as bad and as good as I thought it would be. lol

On the way home I hit the grocery store ALONE! That rarely happens. Little Guy helped me put everything away.

Dinner was a mish mosh of leftovers.

After dinner I gave Little Bean a bath…

made Little Guy’s lunch… (I’ll post a better photo on the GreenLiteBites School Lunch Idea page tomorrow)

and rallied the whole family to put away their clothes. (yes we ACTUALLY got it all done. The husband kept it going while I was at the movies.)

While making Little Guy’s bed The Husband did a little impersonation of him.

It cracked us up! If you can’t tell, Ryan is laughing hysterically. lol

Before bed we snacked on some strawberries and opened a LEGO minifigure.

Series 6 came out and we’re ecstatic. Click here to see our shrine of Minifigures. The Husband has officially turned me into a collector.

Afterwards I read Little Guy a story and then relaxed in my clean living room while watching Once Upon a Time.

Now I’m frantically trying to get this post up while watching the Food Network. :)

Hope you had a great weekend!

(Note for those looking: There’s a finger but it’s a tough one. I didn’t even know until he mentioned it.)

Oh! and I forgot I wanted to share this video of Little Bean knocking down block Little Guy and I set up for him. It’s super cute.

Ok, now I’m REALLY go to bed. :)

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Listen to your gut. Please. (guest post)

2012-01-31T22:12:00.000-08:00

It was July 1998.

I was 23 years old.

I had been having pain and discomfort in my abdomen for months, but the doctors in upstate New York kept telling me I probably had a cyst and that “it would go away” and “not to worry about it”.

When I moved back to Long Island, I found a new doctor and during his first examination of my belly, he ordered for me to have a biopsy of the mass in my abdomen.

I told him “everyone said it’s just a cyst”.

He looked at me and said, “that’s no cyst. It’s way too hard to be a cyst. It’s a tumor”.

Yeah, he was blatant like that.

But he explained that it was likely to be benign and should be removed anyway just to relieve my discomfort, after which the mass would be biopsied, just to be sure. Ok, no problem.

So we scheduled the surgery and I thought nothing of it. I mean, I was just 23 years-old. I’d had cysts before, a few of which had ruptured causing terrible pain. So this was no biggie.

That was until a few days after the procedure when the doctor called me into his office for the test results. The discussion went something like this:

Dr.: “Irene, you have cancer.”
Me: “Uh, what?”
Dr.: “You have Stage 1 ovarian cancer, although I think we got it all.”
Me: “I’m sorry. I thought you just said I have cancer.”
Dr.: “Yes. I’m sorry. I know that is scary but you were very lucky. It was discovered very early and I think by removing the tumor, we most likely got all of it since I did not see and more masses anywhere.”

I just blinked at him, still not understanding what he was saying to me.

The doctor stood directly in front of me, grabbed my shoulders and said, “Irene. You have cancer. But it’s okay. It’s not a death sentence. You will be okay if you do exactly what I tell you to do.”

It took him a few more times before I could finally comprehend what he told me.

I was breathing again.

To say I was terrified was an understatement.

I heard cancer and immediately thought of all the things I never got to do. I thought my life was over and all I could imagine were all the things I missed in life: I’d never travel, get married, or finish college. I was going to die and I had barely started living yet.

The idea of going through chemotherapy after having had surgery and dealing with it all on my own was more than I could handle.

I became a bitchy, nasty mess. I told no one of my diagnosis. I just wallowed in my own misery. I became a terrible person.

A few months later, I was back to my old self.

My point?

I was lucky.

It wasn’t until I changed doctors until I finally found someone who would take my complaints seriously enough to test me. Sometimes, that’s what we have to do.

Because I was so vigilant, I was able to be diagnosed, treated, and healed with no additional signs of cancer 13 years later.

I am relatively healthy, strong, and living a very full life.

Do not be afraid to challenge your doctors.

Do not accept an answer that doesn’t make sense. Follow your instincts and listen to your gut.

If something is wrong, you are probably right. You know your body better than anyone else.

And sometimes you have to fight for it.

Irene is a favorite of mine and I tremendously appreciate her sharing her experience here. She blogs at House of Robertson.

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Photographic Example of Proper Window Shopping Technique

2012-01-31T18:02:00.000-08:00

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The secret to my success.

2012-01-31T13:58:00.000-08:00

I may be a misfit & oddly comfortable in my own swiftly-wrinkling skin, yet even I paused before I hit PUBLISH on a post bearing today’s title.

Success is such an odd, debatable word.

One woman’s definition (money, fancy homes, nice cars, unlimited access to high quality beef jerky) may look entirely unlike another’s (lots of free time to pursue passions, enough work to pay for food & shelter, a loving partner and children).

There are, Id imagine, as many different definitions are there are people reading this post.

Additionally, if youre anything like I am, your definition is a fluid one.

My current definition of success is simple: the achievement of something planned and attempted.

The key, for me, is in the attempt.

A success which “fell in my lap” (Let’s say BRAVO TV called & asked me to star with Jackie Warner in a TV show) would be hollow because it’s the planning, working, and succeeding which makes achievement satisfying to me.

No matter what the achievement.

This weekend I received a flurry of emails from fellow bloggers who were feeling unsure of themselves. They asked me for tips on succeeding as a full time writerblogger.

To their chagrin effusive delight I tossed the question back to them.

I asked their definition of success and to list (for me or just themselves) all the times they’ve succeeded in the past.*

I offered specific tips, but more important, in my experience, is believing you are successful and will continue to be a success.

Believe me, I’ve struggled with this.

I struggled less when life was less hectic (pre-marriage, pre-child, pre-pre-pre), but even then I wrestled with “knowing I could do it.”

My solution was the creation of a success box.

The idea started when I was dating Ren Man. Whenever he’d compliment me (“I loved the article you wrote for Good Life Magazine!”) I’d joke I was “putting it in my pocket” and saving the words to reread later.

Then life grew a bit more hectic. We married. We moved. I opened my training studio.

I realized it wasnt enough to pretend to hold on to compliments—I needed reminders of past successes for moments when I was feeling none too successful.

I began saving everything on my smart-phone.

Kind words emailed from a client? Save.

Complimentary letters on a magazine article I’d written? SAVED.

Texts or voicemails from friends or family simply to tell me I ROCKED? Save Save Save.

The best predictor of future success is past success.

If I ever felt uncertain as I faced an assignment or life-challenge all I had to do to ‘predict my success’ was return to my electronically-stored items.

Then life grew more hectic. We moved again. Our two became THREE (five when you count the canines).

I realized smart-phone saving was no longer enough.

Not only could I potentially lose the information—I craved something tangible.

I longed for successes I could sit with and *touch* as I reminded myself “Ive been successful before. I know how to do this. I *can* do it again.”

I printed & printed & cut & trimmed.

I created the success box pictured at the top of this post and I visit it regularly. Sometimes to add to its contents. Frequently to remind myself, on those days when nothing seems to be “succeeding” (from parenting to freelancing) , I’ve succeeded before and I will again.

The best predictor of future success for me is reflecting and remembering Ive succeeded before.

How do you encourage yourself when doubt starts to creep in? Do you have a success box, journal or other “reminder” you revisit?
Do you savesavesave on the smart phone as I used to?
Are you grateful I did not, as initially planned, close todays comments and command you to git to Success Box creating PRONTO?

*to my shock & delight everyone played along with my mishegas, list-generated & I hope made Success Boxes as promised.

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Weight Loss Secrets

A Sensational Super Bowl Sunday!

Post-Workout Self Assessment Checklist

Wednesday Weigh In: Well THAT’S a Surprise.

Let’s Get Crackin’ on February’s Fitness Theme!

Stalker Foods Harassment and How I’m Dealing

Hot Body Home Workout #1 and Post-Workout Breakfast Ideas

The FEVEROUS love affair with HEMP HEARTS.

Today I am five.

3 Consecutive Saturdays of 100 Burpees and 500 Mountain Climbers. Here Are My Times

If You Feel Like a Failure, You Need To Be Hearing This

Fake yer fitness…

I’ve Got Nothing

Wednesday Weigh In: *sigh*

Embrace the Swamp

**cue confetti shaped like Egg Beaters Whites**

Redefining the Meaning of Pizza Night

4 Flakey Fitness Habits to Avoid Getting Sucked Into

Living my priorities

Who Won the Insanity Fast and Furious DVD?

I Still Believe

My Weight Loss A-Ha Moment

My Sensational Sunday in 25 Shots

Listen to your gut. Please. (guest post)

Photographic Example of Proper Window Shopping Technique

The secret to my success.

Wednesday Weigh In: sigh

cue confetti shaped like Egg Beaters Whites