A month ago it seemed like all of a sudden my Facebook and Instagram feeds were full of women with FabFitFun boxes, claiming you'd receive around $200 worth of products for $40 with a subscription. Being an avid subscription lover with Ipsy and wanting to stretch my dollar as far as possible, I decided I'd try the Fall box out. I was curious to see if all the 'hype' was worth it. I am nowhere near cool enough to be sponsored for this post, I spent my own money so my opinions are truly my own. Here is my honest and unpaid review of the Fall FabFitFun box...
Today we went for a drive with the main goal of taking pictures. I want to so badly to have professional photos taken of our family but that's not something we can afford at the moment. So instead Tom and I pass the camera, and Easton, back in forth in hopes of capturing images that melt our hearts. I feel like today we succeeded...
Lately I feel like I have been giving myself a lot of unnecessary stress, worrying about things I didn't need to. I am convinced that it's one of the reasons it took me so long to bounce back from getting sick and also brought me to a rut with my blog. I lost all creative energy and even though I have a long list of upcoming post ideas, I was drained and couldn't commit to one idea.
In times like these, I find it very important to focus on all that is good in my life instead of creating things that are bad out of thin air. To be honest, there isn't really a bad things going on in my life right now. There is a lot of uncertainty but that comes with life and I need to learn to not only be ok with that but patient as well. So today I am going to go for a walk with outside with my son and clear my head. While I'm walking I'll be reminding myself of all the amazing things I have going on right now...
* Easton is healthy and happy
* Tom is so supportive and is able to handle whatever stress I throw at him
* We have a roof over our heads and food in the fridge
* I was able to get a pair of new glasses so I can finally see clearly again
* We're traveling as a family in a couple of weeks to one of my favorite places ever
* Easton and I have two trips lined up less than a month from each other to visit family
* I am loved
I've always admired a woman who wears a jumpsuit. I've loved them for years but told myself I couldn't wear one until I lost so much weight. Now that I've been more focused on loving myself for who I am right now that statement sounds ridiculous!
I actually wanted to do a fashion centered post for a long time, even before I started honest momma but had convinced myself that I needed to be a certain size to do so. Looking back, I'm sad for constantly hating on my body and wish I had just embraced it then. It would have saved me a lot of heartbreak.
I can wear whatever I want and when I found this jumpsuit, I was so happy. It took awhile to build up my confidence while wearing it, and I was nervous to have my picture taken in it. But once I saw the pictures I was pleasantly surprised. I didn't hate myself and the way I looked. Instead I thought, "dang momma!" It was totally worth the practically getting naked to just use the bathroom. Now I'm planning when I can wear this outfit again.
You can find my jumpsuit at Old Navy and heels at Kohl's.
It's National Breastfeeding Month and I have been so inspired by all the women sharing their personal journeys with breastfeeding, especially everyone working so hard to end the stigma surrounded by feeding their babies in public. News flash: there should never be any shame placed on a woman for feeding her child when they are hungry no matter where they are. I've celebrated all the other moms from the sidelines and today I wanted to share my experience with breastfeeding and where my son and I are with it today...
Last week was very delicate for me. I exposed myself in ways I never thought I would by sharing my personal battle with my weight and how I'm trying to change that mindset. I also set forth my plan to do something about it: be active instead of repeatedly doing nothing. So I'll do a lifestyle change, not a diet. I will take my time instead of seeking instant results.
But my biggest takeaway from all of my self reflection and vulnerability was to remind myself and remember that I am more than what a number on a scale tells me.
* I am a woman
* I am a wife
* I am a mother
* I am a survivor of emotional abuse
* I am passionate
* I am caring
* I am a first-generation American
* I am excitable
* I am funny
* I am imaginative
It's never a bad idea to want to be healthy and strive to better yourself. However, it's just as meaningful, and honestly, necessary to remember that no one is ever defined by their weight. I am more than the size of my jeans. What are the things that make you you?
In my last post, I talked about how my pant size or the number on the scale doesn't define me - and it doesn't. I want to feel healthy and unchained from excess weight, not look in the mirror and see a size 2.
Sharing my struggles with weight and self-image was hard and embarrassing for me. Putting myself out there for people to look at and judge is an extremely vulnerable feeling (see photo above), but I felt it was necessary to keep my blog honest and transparent. Being my authentic self is super important to share and it also requires me to hold myself accountable. I'll be coming back to this topic again in the future and plan to keep you guys updated on my journey...
I'm curious, how long after a woman gives birth can she claim it's still the baby weight she has to lose? Is it within the first six months, a year? How long will it take me to be honest with myself and admit that maybe the extra weight I'm carrying might no longer be baby weight, but weight from lack of exercise and unhealthy eating habits?
I feel like every person has that one ex, the one you should have seen coming miles away as bad news. The ex that entered your life as calm, cool breeze but left leaving your life looking like a tornado had stormed through. Leaving it unrecognizable. I'm sure that some would wish that that relationship had never happened. That they would trade it in a heartbeat for a less volatile relationship. I've never felt that way. I've never regretted the worst boyfriend I ever had, I'm thankful for him because it taught me invaluable lessons, one that I never would have learned on my own...
The best fashion and beauty advice my aunt ever gave me was...
I'm a twenty-something mama who honestly has no clue what I want to do in life at the moment. For the longest time that scared me but now I embracing it and documenting it here.