It all comes back to the plan…

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Last week I did two different visibility challenges. One through Amira Alvarez and another that we created through Propelle. They were both great—challenging me to stretch and put myself out there more.

With all that focus on being more visible and putting myself out there, I totally forgot to share about my presentation at the local Farm to Table conference this weekend.

#visbilityFAIL

SO. This is me remedying that epic oversight.

I’ll be speaking on Saturday, March 28th at 1:30PM on the topic of menu planning, and how it can help to create a safer, healthier dinner routine.

Which, irony of ironies, is a topic I need to listen to myself.

For the past month we’ve been subsisting on a lot of freezer meals (and not the healthy, well thought out kind either). It’s gotten to the point where The Hubster has asked if there is such a thing as too many (nitrate free) hot dogs.

Based on my father and nephew’s propensity for salami and “tube steaks” and the feedback I’ve gotten from every single mother I’ve polled on the topic, I’m going with … no.

The Babe would also likely say no, as hot dogs (and chicken sausage) are pretty much her favorite food on the planet. So, she’s really not complaining at all. In fact, if she had her druthers, she’d eat them all day everyday.

It just feels like I should be doing so much better in this department.

Because health coach.

And then, serendipitously, I had a glorious three hours to myself (a very rare occurrence) on Saturday afternoon and managed to put a pretty decent menu plan together for us.

Sweet jeebus, has this made all of the difference in the world.

We are eating better. I’m feeling better. And The Babe is eating something besides hot dogs, which makes me feel a hell of a lot less guilty (I know, I know. It was banished.).

Of course, I’m certain that this all came up because I simply needed a reminder as to why menu planning is so helpful, with or without dietary restrictions.

Dammit Universe. Aren’t there better (i.e.—less stressful) ways for me to have figured that out?

The answer to that? A resounding no.

I clearly don’t pay attention until it’s dire most times.

Lesson learned.

PS—Stay tuned for a fun giveaway for tickets to the Friday Night Tasting of the Farm to Table Conference. Details will be posted tomorrow.

Banishing guilt.

"Guilt is to the spirit what pain is to the body." Elder David A Bednar(Image via)

When I thought about my goal for last week of identifying the kind of things that I enjoy or don’t enjoy, I imagined myself putting together a pretty (and organized) little list with one column for “enjoy” and the other column for “don’t enjoy”.

BWAHAHAHAHA.

The Big U clearly had other plans for me. And it came in the form of a 7-Day Visibility Challenge through Propelle. Yesterday was Day 3 and all about sharing what you are currently struggling with.

My biggest struggle as of late: GUILT.

I feel guilty about everything. Guilty for not spending all of my time with The Babe. Guilty for not spending more time on my business, blog, or work with Propelle. Guilty for wanting a break. Guilty for taking time for myself. Guilty for not eating better. Guilty for getting angry because I’m exhausted. Guilty for “wasting” a nap and not being productive. Guilty for wanting time away from The Babe when I worked so goddamn hard to bring her into this world. Guilty for being her most favorite person on the planet.

I feel guilty for saying no.

I feel guilty for saying yes.

I feel guilty for changing my mind.

Guilty, guilty, guilty.

And that’s when it hit me.

All of this guilt is robbing me of joy in my life.

When I wrote about my struggle on a post in our Rock It! community, I finally saw it.

And then I got angry and annoyed with myself for the very words that I was writing. If a client had said those things to me, I would have lovingly (and firmly) told her to snap out of it.

So now I’m telling myself those exact words.

Eff the guilt. It’s poisonous and self-defeating. It makes you think it’s guiding you in the right direction and then BAM. It robs you of all the fun in life.

It’s a horrible way to live.

And it’s a horrible example to teach my gorgeous, smart, and observant daughter.

I am making a commitment to myself to banish the guilt.

It is no longer welcome in my life or in my home. It’s time to let go of that shit and start taking back the joy. It’s blocking me from really taking my life and work to the next level. It’s tainting every single one of my relationships. And it’s just plain gotten old.

I’m ready.

Are you?

 

Enjoy More

Enjoy!

I am having a really hard time believing that it’s officially March. It feels like February just flew by. I know it’s the shortest month of the year. But damn…

I’m happy to report that last week’s effort of sending out snail mail was a big win. I had a lot of fun writing to family, friends, and strangers alike. And am going to try and keep that a fairly regular part of my week, even if I only manage to do it once or twice a week.

This month, I am working towards enjoying things more.

I have tendency to rush through my day, going from task to task, without taking a moment to step back and simply enjoy what I’m doing. It’s like I have to eek the most productivity I can out of every moment of my day.

That way of operating has been a.) exhausting, b.) making me constantly feel distracted and scattered, and c.) like I’m not doing anything well.

I think I have literally multitasked myself into misery.

With all of that in mind, I am focusing on enjoying myself more this month. I want to be fully presented and engaged with I spend my time doing; from being a mama to a gorgeous, smart, and playful little girl, to the food testing I do through Wellspring Whole Health, and the work I do supporting women entrepreneurs through Propelle.

My task for this week: keep track of the things that I enjoy, as well as tracking the things that I don’t enjoy.

It is possible to focus my time and attention in one direction instead of thirty.

It is possible to say no to the things that make me unhappy or that I don’t enjoy.

It is possible to surround myself with the people, places, and work that lights me up.

And it is possible to do all of that right now.

Will you join me? 

Connecting pen to paper.

Letter Writing

In thinking about how I wanted to round out February’s theme of connecting more, I wanted to stretch myself a bit.

I have been doing all of the things I talked about; scheduling more coffee and playdates (weather permitting), Facetiming like crazy with family, connecting more through social media (particularly email and Instagram), connecting with myself through daily meditation, and trying to be more present in my day-to-day life.

And while that’s been great, it doesn’t feel super out of the ordinary. I was already doing most of those things anyway.

This week, I want to do something that I don’t normally do. Or, at the very least, that I stopped doing a few decades ago…

Writing handwritten letters just because. 

I send out Thank You notes and birthday cards… occasionally.

I write grocery lists and menu plans all the time.

I even talked about the power of the personal note over on the Propelle blog. (Yeah… I’m not always great at taking my own advice.)

But none of that is the same as writing a letter to someone and putting it in the mail.

I’m a huge paper fanatic. I love pretty stationary and cards. And I am obsessed with pens and markers. You would think that I’d be a shoe-in for sending out a hand-written note.

I seriously used to be. I can remember being in high school and pouring over letters I’d write to my best friend in Cincinnati.

The last one I sent was a 14-pager (front and back). I filled it with quotes and doodles, thoughts about life and boys, and other teenage angst. My brother did his damnedest to try and steal it so he could get a window into my world and have blackmail material for life. (He tried to wrestle me for it. He didn’t get it.)

And then I went off to college and left the handwritten note behind.

Email took over. Cell phones became all the rage. And instant communication was way more exciting that anything done by hand.

Don’t get me wrong, I seriously love those forms of communication. I just think that there is something absolutely special about a handwritten note. The thought someone puts into selecting the right card. The time they take out of their day to write. And the way it stands out amongst the piles of bills and junk mail…

I want to take back a little slice of this art form.

This week, I’m going to write and send one hand-written note a day.

That’s 7 letters in 7 days. The hardest part is going to be figuring out who those 7 people are!

Will you join me?

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