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Trying on outfits for girls night last night and m

Trying on outfits for girls night last night and my little mini had to help. She tried on my lipstick and perfume and said Mommy take a picture. LIFE IS GRAND. Look in the mirror and enjoy the moment. Don’t waste this time being distracted and debating with other adults over minutia. 🌟 Stop the hamster wheel. Look in the mirror. See it. 🌟 YOU ARE BLESSED. 🌟

Another trip around the sun with my sweetheart and

Another trip around the sun with my sweetheart and another anniversary workout to celebrate! 💥 We have lost a combined 55 pounds since our last anniversary (swipe). I am proud of our marriage and the life we’ve built. 🖤

Today I accidentally deleted an email draft that I

Today I accidentally deleted an email draft that I’ve used to track my weight for 10 years. “Damn it!” I exclaimed as I slid my finger too far to the left... then watched as a decade of weight gain, pregnancies, weight loss, stress, inches gained and so many inner trials, challenges and victories disappeared into the red trash can. All those numbers. Gone. I immediately Googled “how to restore deleted Gmail draft.” Yeah. You can’t. And so there I was, left without all my Numbers. I felt naked, like I’d lost part of my soul. But it didn’t matter. There was nothing I could do. My Numbers were gone. And no one could get them back. Depending on my level of emotional health, at some points in the past, my Numbers meant everything. If I didn’t like one, I’d write a note to the side of it in parenthesis, like “period day 1” or “after breakfast and coffee,” just to prove to myself there was a reason. It sounds so silly now. But as an Enneagram 3, those Numbers represented so much to me. A decade ago, those Numbers told me if I looked “fat” on-camera. They told me whether my daily 2-hour workouts were enough to reverse the 10 pounds the camera adds so that my TV station wouldn’t forward me any more “chubby” emails from viewers. Later, when I got pregnant, I’d open my Numbers to enter my weight with every doctor visit. Then naturally, each successive pregnancy, I’d go back and see if I’d gained more weight than the last baby. “That seems really unhealthy,” a friend once said to me. I couldn’t disagree. And so as a compromise to myself, I consolidated my Numbers and deleted all but the last year. As my relationship with my body became healthier, I tracked the scale less and less but I still loved seeing my measurements from month to month. Was I performing? Was my decision to love myself by eating well and sweating daily showing any difference on the outside, or was it just internal? But now... well, now it doesn’t matter. All those Numbers are gone. All that progress. All those victories. All that achievement. But here’s the deal with that. They’re actually just numbers. (Post continued in comments)

Our mom let us watch TV for 12 hours today and she

Our mom let us watch TV for 12 hours today and she’s still a great mom. Our mom didn’t really make lunch today because she was tired but we loved the unlimited popcorn and she’s still a great mom. Our mom didn’t plan any fun crafts today or even get some of us out of pajamas, and she’s still a great mom. 🌟 Whatever you did (or didn’t) do today, YOU ARE STILL A GREAT MOM. 🌟 #loveyourself #theyneedyouto

Wear the swimsuit. Take the picture. You were ther

Wear the swimsuit. Take the picture. You were there and that matters. 💫 My girl is all ready to swim with Mommy but got a little impatient when Mommy wanted to make her drink first. My favorite is always Tito’s + club soda + 🍋 (or fresh grapefruit). 🍹 What’s your drink of choice these days?

Saturday 2pm: Kids running amuck, husband washing

Saturday 2pm: Kids running amuck, husband washing boat, Mom still in her pajama shorts (no teeth brushing, no deodorant, no personal hygiene, no problem), just ate chips and guac for lunch and emerged from house to don sun hat and open a White Claw. Sitting on porch taking selfies for no reason. What’s up Saturday! We keep it real around here! 👏🏻 Live your life and make no excuses for being the awesome woman you are! Embrace your uniqueness and just live your damn amazing life. 👏🏻 What’s on your Saturday agenda?

It’s 8:30am, I’m eating tortilla chips for bre

It’s 8:30am, I’m eating tortilla chips for breakfast and we just started our second movie. My goal is to not wear a bra all day. That’s the kind of Monday I’ve got lined up over here. ☺️💛 Be kind to yourself. These are weird times. Pivot your self-expectations with them.

Apparently all I post is selfies so just interrupt

Apparently all I post is selfies so just interrupting that to remind you to focus on them and not the strangers. These squares mean nothing if your kids feel forgotten. Go give them a hug and eye contact. It matters.

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