I hurt myself yet again. Queen of modifications, and ruler of take it easy land. So cardio it is. I have a shoulder impingement. It is slowly but surely getting better but simple movements are still a little painful. Yesterday, I got on the elliptical and started a Playlist that Spotify come for me. It was amazing! The Playlist! LOL 

I hit 5 miles for the first time ever! 



Today is Wednesday. It is rest day.

It is as if I realized something I knew to be true. Rest is all a part of it. I’m good. 



With a low of 31°, a high of 51° and current temperature being 46°… yup it is cold in Las Vegas right now. But that’s not the problem. 

The problem is the icky. The cold I caught. It has been 9 days. Still no workout. I need to fix the mental part of this. I know I will not gain back all the fat I’ve lost overnight. I know my muscle won’t fade away when I miss a day. But my feelings are eating away at me. 

Being sick with a simple cold is the worst, but I know I need to listen to my body and rest. I am getting better, energy level is pretty good too! Tomorrow will be my first day back at it. I will be fine. I miss it again. Yay! LOL


Today’s workout had me nearly in tears. I wasn’t sad, mad or frustrated. It really was just my body reacting to what was happening. I pushed through and the tears that were welling up in my eyes just disappeared.

I am doing it. Changes are happening and I am getting it. I love my new life. It is beautifully exhausting but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 


I realized something: I enjoy exercise. 

All the times I swore up and down that it wasn’t a thing. That I didn’t like it. Girl, lying to yourself. The truth will come out! LOL

After Chicago, being sick last week, and breaking routine… it was a perfect opportunity for me to see how much exercise became a part of my life. I missed it! Sleep wasn’t as great, food wasn’t as fulfilling and my overall mood wasn’t as good as it could’ve been. I noticed. I noticed me noticing. 

I accept it. 

I guess I should change my blogname. ❤


So it has been a full week. Again! 

I need to remind myself that even though the routine has been broken, it doesn’t mean all is lost. It doesn’t mean that I am a failure. It doesn’t mean my food choices have to go to shit because we made a few poor decisions while we were traveling and at conference. 

I am happy to see small changes in my body. Funny thing is, they aren’t small. They are great changes but it is still a bit hard for me to fully accept it. One day. One day I will be both proud of myself and actually see the changes that everyone else sees. I have hope. 


I am proud of myself. I am amazing. 

We haven’t worked out for 1 whole week. We are traveling. We are in conference. We have made bad food choices. It will be okay. I am the same Jen that is proud of herself and how far she has come. 

I am not a victim. I am better than fine. I don’t have to be 100% every time. It is fine to let it out. Meltdowns are fine.

I’m better everyday. #tearsofawinner #igotthis

Not Lazy

Today is Tuesday. The last day we worked out was last Wednesday. This has attributed to a lot of body changes. I can’t believe how much of a change there is!

I really am not sleeping very well, I am feeling sluggish through the day and my body just isn’t feeling normal. ::Sigh::

I’m not being lazy, I just have a lot going on! 

But really, I can’t wait to get back to normal life!


After 2 years, my fitbit flex decided it was going to quit me. I don’t necessarily need it, but the encouragement from little dots was more motivating than a person telling me to move forward. LOL 

There’s is something about being a better version of myself that I can really get on board with. The fact that I even consider jogging is beyond me in my head. But my body thinks it is a good idea. With my feet always being a problem and my knee deciding to be constantly inflamed, I feel like I could pass but whyyyyyyyy?

I have come far for myself. I am only going to get better, faster, stronger!

Buying a new fitbit too. 


When people that haven’t seen me for a while say how good I look or say something about how much weight I’ve lost, I usually say, “Yup, I’m trying!” For the most part people smile and say something positive. But there are a few times when people say, “No, you’re doing it!”

Here come in the strange feelings of being proud of myself and my accomplishments. 

This is all so mental. I am working toward trusting myself to do movements, exercises that I swore up and down that I could never do. That it wasn’t possible for me. I’ve come a long way. And yes, I am trying. Yes, I am actually doing it. 

Here’s my sweaty butt print. LMAO 

You’re welcome.