Okay, so as always, I am struggling to decide where to begin. This wouldn’t be so hard if I were more consistent in my blogging. I was back in the day, when Tumblr was my favorite place to be all day, every day. Anyway, I’ve decided to split my blog into 4 parts per post. Writer, mother, fitness coach and lover.
Part 1: The Writer
Yes, you read that right. I have once again left a job in the service industry to pursue something else. This time, however, that something else is my dream. I am going to be a writer. I am a writer. Right now! The book has been coming along so well since I made this decision. I am at a goal of 20 pages a day, which is a bit outrageous, especially with all of the chaos that’s ensued these past few weeks, but we’ll get there later. I had originally been writing a novel, but have instead decided to write about my journey. How love, loss and personal development have shaped the way I am today. It’s full of funny, sad, and romantic anecdotes. I like to think of it as a Chicken Soup-like book for the soap opera lover’s soul. It’s my first book and I am getting this sucker out by April!
Part 2: The Fitness Coach
Here, I struggle to call myself a coach. I am by no means in any authority to tell anyone what to do in this area of their lives. If I did, I’d be a total hypocrite. After a few months in the service industry- consistently eating out, eating late and drinking with coworkers- I have gained all the weight I lost over the summer and am now 10 lbs over my happy weight.
However, I think this will absolutely benefit me in the long run, as I’ll be an incredible before and after story. I’m doing the whole 80-Day Obsession program as well as Shakeology with Beach Body and so far it’s SO HARD! Day 1 of the program went as follows:
- I made my shake with the vanilla packet, adding almond milk and blueberries. This was the most purple shake I’ve ever seen, but it was super delicious!
- I got my equipment ready and I looked sooo stupid trying to replicate all of these moves from Day 1 of the 80 Day Obsession program, but I was getting there and I could definitely feel the burn!
- I forgot my charger at my husbands house and my laptop died halfway through my workout=/
- Finally, I was doing so well with the meal plan until my husband invited me out for dinner at my favorite Italian place (also the place we met).
I am calling yesterday’s progress a bit of a flop, but today has been great so far so I’m not worried. I am going to do this!
Part 3/4: Mother & Lover
I may have forgotten to mention I recently got married. I mean, like, Monday last week. On February 26, 2018, I married the man that on here, I’ve referred to as Mr. Drama aka C. From now on, he’ll be “the husband.”
We got married for a barrage of reasons involving court cases, housing, insurance, but most of all we were in love. We were already taking care of each other in every way we could and we, as crazy as we are, we decided to go for it. This man, who I have only known for 6 months, is officially my husband.
We spent the weekend together, solving problems and getting to know each other’s family. I met his dad and he spent time with my daughter who had a great time. Perceptive as my three-year-old girly-girl is, when I asked her if she liked my husband, she replied, “No, I like daddy.” How did she know that there was anything to compare. I explained to her as best I could that Daddy will always be Daddy, but the husband is a very good friend. “And he’s funny,” she said. She’s my little firecracker.
As I said, we were solving problems, mostly his all weekend so there was a lot of tension. Not between us, but there was just so much weight on his shoulders. All I wanted was for him to smile and Alexis and I did our best. He did a little, but by Sunday, I was emotionally spent. I had nothing left to give anyone.
Somehow, I woke up Monday (our one-week anniversary) and the second I heard his voice, I was recharged. He sounded better and I was on a mission to start my new fitness regimen, The Gratitude Experiment (written by my friend Sarra Edwards-you have to try it!) and of course I’m working on my book. He also gave me a task; I was to print an eviction notice and send it via certified mail and I am always happy when I can do something, anything to take some of this man’s load…no pun intended, that is soo dirty!
Why did I marry a man with so many issues? Someone who I barely know, that’s got more baggage that Dulles International Airport?
All I can tell you, is that I have never been traditional. I’ve never been afraid to love fast or love hard. I’ve never been one to listen to the opinions of others, although I do respect them and heed good advice when I see fit. This is an adventure I wanted to p
artake in because I am in love with my husband. He has driven me crazy, broken my heart once or thrice, and our culture barrier is so real sometimes. None of it matters to me, because he enriches my life. He teaches me new things. He’s willing to try new things with me. We talk about traveling the world and buying houses and owning businesses and with him, I can absolutely see that future. He has all the passion, all the faith and all of the goodness I seek in other people (friends and lovers). When he touches me, when he holds me,
my whole spirit lights up and I’m smiling from deep inside my heart.
I may have lied a little when I said I wasn’t afraid. Of course I am. I know we’re still strangers in so many ways. I have no idea if in the end we’ll find our Happily Ever After. I guess we’ll find out together.