School is in session!

Happy New School Year! I hope all the kiddos are settled into school and enjoying themselves. It's no secret - I despise the school year. It's monotony and running everywhere trying to stay alive. And someone needs $10 by tomorrow. And someone needs the damned poster board for a project at 9 pm. Did we not need this poster board at 6 pm? And I forgot to buy lunch meat, so you will be eating carrot sticks and bread. I hate it all!

My girls also attend schools that are 50 miles apart. 50 MILES. Not 5, 50. Yeah, it's easy. On Fridays, one gets out at 3:12 and the other 3:15. It's joy. And I live right in the middle. Either way, I am backtracking or something. We do car pool and one parent works closer to at least one kid, so that works. It is just a logistical nightmare. But, we make it work. We two-wheel it into gas stations and holler for the kid to get out or jump in. And off we go. It works. And now, my oldest is driving and plans to start driving at least one day a week. That's another topic though! Eek. 

Both my girls are also picky with food and I might be a little picky about what they eat... so, they bring their lunches. I taught them early on to help with making their lunches. Because, let's face it, if I'm in charge their lucky if they show up with actual food! I tend to forget...  I've lasted four weeks so far this school year, I'm sure I'll give up soon! I place a big basket with snacks on the counter and they can grab what they like. I also try and keep the refrigerator stocked with yogurts, natural juices and cheeses. But there was also this -

The 2012 candy corn incident. This actually came out of my mouth- I swear.

Me: My child has only candy corn in her lunch box? Well, I like for them to be independent sometimes.
Teacher: Maybe she can be a little less independent tomorrow.
Me: I will give you credit for that statement.
Teacher: I’m glad.

Child gets in the car that afternoon.

Me: What did you pack for lunch?
Child: Candy corn.
Me: I heard.
Child: Yea, my stomach hasn’t felt so good.
Me: Uh huh, maybe you should have wrapped the candy corn in turkey or something.
Child: You’re gross.
Me: Well, you’re the one who packed candy corn for lunch.

My family still laughs about the candy corn incident. My brother laughed for days and days. 

My gorgeous 11th grader.

My gorgeous 11th grader.

Annabelle, Anna and Kaytie.

Annabelle, Anna and Kaytie.

My mini me and Beau.

My mini me and Beau.

My beautiful 7th grader. 

My beautiful 7th grader. 

Here are a few of the lunches I have made this year. 

Carrots (organic from my dad) and celery with homemade ranch dressing. Turkey and cheese roll up. Cherries and strawberries. Snack cake and water. Score!

Carrots (organic from my dad) and celery with homemade ranch dressing. Turkey and cheese roll up. Cherries and strawberries. Snack cake and water. Score!

This is one of my favorites! I love making roll ups and sending to school. My girls love them too. This has turkey roll ups, cheese cubes, cauliflower, green pepper, cucumber and apple slices. With my homemade dressing again! They grab what they want and another score!

This is one of my favorites! I love making roll ups and sending to school. My girls love them too. This has turkey roll ups, cheese cubes, cauliflower, green pepper, cucumber and apple slices. With my homemade dressing again! They grab what they want and another score!

I typically only send chips or pretzels with my girls 1 day a week. I think they take chips from their dads house a few days, so I try and curb chips from being brought every single day. I have friends that say they don't care what their kids eat at school, as long as they are eating. I disagree. I don't mind if my girls eat crap sometimes, but not constantly. One daughter has a friend that will barely come to our house because she claims she don't have anything to eat or drink when she's there. I have a ton of food, just not soda, chips and cookies. Sorry. 

My girls don't have sugar crashes and caffeine headaches either! Wonder why? Mom win. 

Kids will try you and prefer the sugar snacks and crap! Just don't give in. It's really simple. And don't make a big deal if they do choose the not so awesome choice. I had a mom try and hire me as a nutrition coach for her overweight daughter. It did seem that genetics was playing a role in her weight but the more I dug around, the more I started to feel sorry for this little 9 year old. The mother was naturally slim and ate fairly well. (and was a licensed social worker!) The father was not slim and ate poorly. The mother CONSTANTLY talked about this. She made comments to the little girl everyday. She told the little girl to take the trash out each afternoon because that would add some exercise to her day. She labeled foods with signs that said, "Not for you ___." She made comments like, "You are so beautiful, hopefully you will lose your baby weight." She truly did not understand why her daughter was hiding foods in her room and gorging herself when she went to friends houses. She asked for my honest advice and I gave it to her. And I lost a client that day! She was to blame 100%. She bought the bad foods. She shamed her daughter daily. She bought the older, slim daughter cute outfits and bought this child clothes from discount stores. She made her daughters weight HER issue. She was ashamed to have a chubby daughter. I did tell her that she needed to reevaluate her thought process and to imagine how she made her daughter feel. I did tell her that she needed to consider counseling for herself. She did follow my advice somewhat. 

There's one thing I try hard to never do around my girls - discuss weight. I have never mentioned to one of them about gaining weight. Losing weight, etc. If they mention my weight, I will answer their question and that's it. I don't call myself skinny. Or fat. I don't use the word diet in my house. I will explain to them if I'm doing some type of exercise program or trying a new food plan, but the D word is never used. If they want to discuss some diet fad, I will discuss the benefits and cons. They are curious about nutrition and exercise and not scared of it. That was my goal. Mom win again.

Here are some great options for kids: 

Veggies: Carrot Sticks, Celery, Cauliflower, Broccoli, Cucumbers

Natural Peanut Butter (Not the low fat version please!)

Pretzels, Baked Chips, Pita Chips w Hummus

Greek Yogurt

Fruit of any kind

Here's one of my favorite graphics for you -

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Also, be a good example for your child. Don't be frantic and go running to slap the chips out of their hands! Fix a variety of whole and fresh foods and you eat them too. Don't make a huge deal out of food. Food is for nourishment remember. My youngest has just started running cross country and she has really gotten heavy into her diet. I gave her some suggestions and answered her questions but I have kinda stepped back hoping that she would think about her diet on her own. I strategically placed some veggies and fruit around. I accidently made a smoothie with fresh fruit one morning. She loves any type of fruit and immediately jumped on that. After a few runs, she began saying things about her eating and how she felt better when she ate good. No comment from me. It was all I had to not roll my eyes and scream "about time someone in my life says that." Two weeks in and she has taken control of her eating with no help from me (except I did buy the food she put on her grocery list). I am so proud of her! I hope she can maintain this even after her season is over. Especially, since candy corn season is among us. Have you tried the Candy Apple kind? What's going on there? 

Try and make one healthier choice a day this week for your kids. Put the veggies and fruit in their lunch boxes. They may not eat it at first, but they are noticing. Keep doing it each day and you might be surprised what happens. 

Good Luck,


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Staying Active Despite having a Chronic Pain or Inflammation Disease

One of my talents- I am a master of disguise when it comes to hiding pain. Am I proud? Sorta. Does it bring me comfort? No. I am a personal trainer, group ex instructor and fitness blogger that manages to put on a strong front while in ridiculous pain.  I've written about this before and I have also spoken to many groups on this topic and have managed to compile some data. When I walk into a room to speak, I generally can put you into 2 groups. 1. The give up group. 2. The wants to give up but will die swinging group. 

In my years of having Lupus and belonging to several support groups, online and in person, the one's that have lost their battle are always in the "give up" group. Always. Maybe it's a coincidence for me but I don't feel it is. They have the sad, I don't care look. They don't care what they eat, how they survive, they are just trying to survive somehow. This is a bad and lonely place. 

I'm going to hopefully push you to the other "fighter" group. There are some things that I do and have taught people in pain for years to do that has always kept them on the fighter side. Don't worry, you can walk over to the other side occasionally, just don't hang out over there. 

1. Grieve. This took YEARS for me to master (or sorta kinda). I'm not sure I can even speak on this because I've done such a pathetic job here, but pretend I know what I'm talking about. It's imperative that you grieve for your life that you thought you were living. If you have been diagnosed with something as debilitating as Lupus, regaining your life just as it was years ago is probably not going to happen. I'm sorry to say that but it's just a fact - your life is forever different. Take time to grieve that fact properly. Grieve that adorable, spunky sweet girl. The one that could climb hills and hills. Is she forever gone doomed to a wheelchair? NO. I swear. After years, I can say that I am in better shape than before my diagnosis. It's painful and sucks ass, but I can do it. Allow your family time to grieve as well. They are also losing one way and needing to understand the new way.

2. Find your inner strength. Trust me here. You're going to need some major strength and it has to come from you. Unfortunately, I have tried every approach possible and I have learned that you can't put everything into your spouse or children or doctor. Or cat. I go through spells and I will actually say, "I'm hunkering down, so let me do it my way." My partner - oh geez! That tactic does not work well. But, after several years, we have found a common ground. The pain and stress are remarkable and I have to shut my outside world down at times or I won't survive the day. It isn't a jab or direct hit at him, I am turning my survival mode on. I have no idea how I've managed to still be standing, but I believe it's because I have something within me that has managed to take over. And when I have gained some strength, I will walk back up to him. He has adjusted to my strategy finally but he has also shown me that I can't handle it all alone at times.

3. Find other "fighters." Let me introduce you to some of my friends. We all have severe health problems and we have managed to find deep friendships with each other. I have two great friends, Alanna and Katina. We all have the same doctor and spent time in chemo together. What's the difference here? If you randomly open my phone and see our group texts, you would be wildly surprised. We are honest at all times with each other. One will nicely ask 'how are you' to the group.  And we answer with a barrage of explicits about what is truthfully going on. The others listen and encourage with the same amount of explicits. We just understand. We laugh when one of us goes down with something major, again. I told them that I dislocated my knee and several weeks later, I sent a message about my recent issue. "I guess I broke my neck." The comments and laughs that came back were fantastic! It was funny people! I was getting hurt every single step I took for months. It became hilarious. My partners at the gym started laughing too! It is so stupid how much we deal with at times and sometimes you can't help but laugh. We also are better researchers than most. Fighters surround themselves with knowledge and they aren't afraid to use it! Find a group of fighters and they will be your best asset. I have put concerns on something out to friends all over the country and they have responded with answers and things that I have taken to my doctor. I knew of a research drug being studied before my doctor. Fighters find ways to survive no matter what. Learn to be a fighter.

4. Know your limits. This is a brutal reality. You have to know your limitations and what is going to hurt you in the long run. This is something that sucks the most. Chronic sufferers live each day with something nagging them and we will go to great lengths to quieten this. Unfortunately, it never quietens. Spend a week in the sun, spend two weeks feeling like you were hit by a truck. Eat bad for a week, it will take my stomach three weeks to level out. Go heavy in the gym and I'll spend weeks with a swollen knee. It truly hurts when I have to explain why I can't do something. It makes you feel like you actually are sick. Ironic. But, you have to find your limits. My oldest daughter would ask to swing all day, every day. "Swing, please," she would beg. No one understood, but I actually lost the mobility in my right hand for almost a year. It hurt constantly, but I hid it well. The thing that hurt it the most, pushing a swing for some reason. I tried everything. Pushing with my hand closed. Pushing only with my left hand. Pushing super hard several times and then stepping away to rest my hand. I tried bribing her with sugar. Toys. But, all she wanted to do was swing with me pushing her. I started telling her no. It was the only way I felt I could help my pain in my hand. (I do still have terrible guilt about not being able to play with her. I imagine that she doesn't even remember this.) Either way- I knew my limits. 

5. Do your best. I have tried all kinds of approaches to feel better. Hello... I am a personal trainer that works in a gym full time. And I hold a Nutrition license. It's imperative that you continue to exercise and eat healthy. I have had several doctors tell me that the only reason I am not crippled (their word, not mine), is because I have always worked out. Insert the fighter group again here - The fighters continue regardless. Maybe we are masters of our pain thresholds or maybe we are just fighters. Or maybe something happened in our childhoods that taught us this vital skill. I happen to believe that it has to do with your surroundings and support systems. If you treat me sick, I will show you not sick. If you treat me not sick, I will eventually show you sick anyway. But, do not remind me because I can do as much if not more than you. Even sick. I live with my reality everyday and I don't need someone reminding me. I will talk to you about anything if you ask me nicely, but I'm not going to discuss it on my own. Because, unless you feel my pain or live with me, you will not understand how hard I try to do my best each day. In my years of speaking to chronically ill patients, I can also tell you this - we hurt more just knowing that we are affecting the people close to us as well. By bringing it up, you are reminding us of this as well. I can say that I truly do my best every day. I may sit down and play on my phone at work, but I'm really trying to divert my attention away from my pain. I may have an unorganized pantry with random foods in it, but if I can't cook tonight, my girls can find something. I may have pulled a random pain pill out of my boyfriends glove compartment last week that I hid in there for emergencies. It was an emergency dear!

I learned at a very young age that I had to be strong for myself, that other people won’t always fight for you. They may care for you, but nobody can do the work of building you up like you can. This disease has been at times the most defeating thing I’ve ever experienced because there is no control over it. I want to keep it real and say that I fight everyday but that’s not the truth. Some days I don’t fight at all. That use to make me so emotional and depressed but what I realized is sometimes not fighting is still a form of fighting.

6. Don't be a dumb ass. You have to listen to your doctor and your body. I have fought remarkably hard and I still get lectured by my doctor. However, my doctor is at the top of his field. I have laughed and lectured other doctors about being wrong though. I do not have a bone sticking out of my armpit idiot girl resident from three years ago. There is an idiot here, but it's not me! I have been with my doctor for 11 years and he knows me very well. He says something and I listen. Listen to your body too. Is jumping at the trampoline park really a good idea after you spent two days with a swollen knee? Do you get sick and feel worse after eating crap for a few days? Don't be a dumb ass - your body is giving you the signals to make some changes. Change your diet and see how you feel. I swear that you will survive two days without corn chips. (They are over there on the table staring at me. Just staring.) Hire an awesome nutrition coach. I know one if you need a suggestion. 

7. DO NOT GIVE IN. Being diagnosed with a disease, suffering an injury, or just losing your way is not a reason to give up. If you want to lay on the couch everyday and whine about how shitty your life is, then do that. But don't wonder why your family is concerned, why you are gaining weight, why you suddenly feel even worse, why your kids aren't hanging around as much, why your finances are getting worse, etc. Get your ASS UP. Walk to the bathroom every hour. Walk to the kitchen. Walk to the mailbox. Turn the TV off and reflect/meditate. Here's a true story that I have only told to one group. I only told it because a lady was crying in the front row. (We are still friends.) My oldest had just started school and I was at home with my youngest. I was at my sickest and had started working from home because I couldn't load up the little one, drive and work all in the same day. Well, Haley Jane was a little spit fire. She needed to be right near you. And talked the ENTIRE time. I just wanted to sit and suffer but that couldn't happen. I finally figured out how to help us both. We had three trees in our front yard and we went outside. I concocted this ridiculous game with these trees. We would walk around the trees in varying ways. Once she learned the game, I would sit down. I would sit there and tell her what to do. Everyday, we went outside and played this game. I would sit down immediately and tell her what to do. I essentially just ran my two year old until she gave up. After a few weeks, I made a loop with her. Then two. Then we added the mailbox. Then we added the neighbors tree. It wasn't much to a high impact trainer but it wasn't me sitting on the couch. And yes, it hurt like hell. I was brutally sick, but I wasn't going to give in.

I had a great friend that gave up. She hired a driver if she ever got out, which was rarely. She hired a cook. She had a housekeeper. She had nurses that came to her. She hired a lady to do her shopping. She would shop online and find something and then have the lady go buy it at the store. She would then tell her family that she had went and bought it. She often told me that she was done fighting. She didn't even want to walk to the bathroom alone. She suffered greatly. She got up, walked to the bathroom and sat down and died on December 15, 2006. She was 51. Her daughter later told me that on Christmas morning, the family came to the house to have Christmas anyway. They had explained to the grand kids how they wouldn't be getting any presents from their grandmother because she of course had passed away weeks before and they assumed she hadn't purchased gifts. The families arrived and began having Christmas. Everyone had brought gifts and placed them under the tree. When they began opening, they noticed gifts addressed to the grand kids in their mother's handwriting. The grand kids began opening these gifts and they were prerecorded story books from their grandmother. Recorded in her own voice, all with a handwritten note telling them how much she loved them. There was even one for an unborn grandchild. I was at her house on December 10th and she gave me a Christmas angel that I still put out every year and say a prayer for her grand children that she clearly loved tremendously. I also ask her why she gave up. Why she didn't fight just a little harder. She was able to walk, eat, talk, cook, drive - yet she felt she couldn't. It was stated that she died from low blood pressure and complications from Lupus. It may be rude of me to say, but I feel she gave in to her disease years before and had stopped fighting. She did not have to die. Her husband was asleep in the bedroom and she never woke him up to say she wasn't feeling well. She always woke him up to help her to the bathroom, this night she didn't. Her unborn grandchild was born just three months after she died, she could have been there. Maybe it was her time to go and nothing could have stopped that. Or maybe she gave up.

I fight for my husband and son. They are the ones that keep me going no matter how bad I might feel. I also fight to prove that I don’t give up that easily!

I truly understand how hard it is to wake up "differently" than you used too. I understand the constant issues and concerns. I understand the incredible burden that is placed on your shoulders. I understand the desire to stop and give up. For some reason, you have been made differently or been given something else to handle. The most exciting part is that you can show your true strength and somehow climb out of this. I show my girls everyday that a mother can accomplish so much even with crippling issues. I may holler or react harsh on my bad days, but I also make homemade cupcakes with little ABC sprinkles for the first day of school every year. I may not have pushed my daughter for five straight hours 12 years ago on the swing, but she does get a birthday cake made by me each year. Most importantly, they have been taught compassion and independence. 

So, despite your struggles, I encourage you to continue staying active and to fight for yourself. Do it for you, no one else. You are enough - I promise. 

Alanna is going to die because she has no makeup on! Alanna, Katina and myself at our chemo treatment. 

Alanna is going to die because she has no makeup on! Alanna, Katina and myself at our chemo treatment. 

Love, Molly


Find Your Fight

I'm going to keep this short, because I could talk about this topic for hours. 

I have been in the health and fitness field for a million years. Here's the secret that I have noticed with all my clients, friends and family - 

You have to find your fight. 

It can be anything. Something small, large, sad, revenge or a simple comment. Eventually, everyone finds their one thing that they decide to fight for.  I've had clients getting married, marathoners that aren't able to pass this one milestone, a dad unable to pick his daughter up, cancer patients, and women feeling that they aren't their best selves. And there was the guy who played college baseball and started coaching his son's team and wanted to feel awesome again. The grandmother that couldn't keep up with her teenage grandson who had recently moved in. I've had several girls that wanted desperately to get pregnant. (I'm currently 100% at helping them get pregnant. Ok, there have only been 3, but they followed my nutrition and fitness plan and next thing you know, baby is coming!) 

These people came to a place that they knew things needed to change. Sometimes, they have no choice. I'm one of those people. I suffer from a stupid and remarkably painful autoimmune disease. It really is stupid. I can think about a joint and wake up the next morning with an injury on that joint. It's awesome and a great gift. But, I'm an overachiever and very stubborn so don't try it. I injured my left hip. It was brutal. I get it better, then my right kneecap spontaneously dislocates. I start limping around and there goes the right hip. I spend countless hours in orthopedic offices and physical therapists. I'm feeling 75% back and I suffer from a neck injury. Eighteen months later and I am still not back to working out much. It sucks ass. 

My only hope is to just find my fight and keep going. I may be holding an extra 7.4 pounds now and I look 90 years old when I go down stairs, but whatever. I know my body and disease and beginning a new program right now would only cause me to fail. I have found what I need to fight for. It's my businesses, my girls and my relationships. I struggle every single day with things but I have to stay pointed forward. My days are a roller coaster and that's ok. I try to express my feelings (that's a huge weakness of mine) and redirect my attention.

Like today, these words actually came out of my mouth to my ridiculously patient boyfriend, "I'm not feeling so awesome today, so I need you to tell me I'm pretty at least five times in the next hour. Thanks." I'm not perfect. And he's a loser because he only told me four times. Come on. 

I encourage you to sit and really imagine what you want. Write it down. Then sit and think how you can achieve this. It doesn't have to be huge or moving across the country or something. Just imagine a small task to move you forward and start working towards it. It takes 21 days to make a habit. 

Once you prove that you can fight, imagine how fast you will start moving towards that goal. 

So, find your freaking fight. 




Ask yourself why you aren't in my circle? Or are you?

I am launching a new program in two weeks that I'm SOOO pumped to give you. I started several people a month ago and they are loving it and seeing great success. I hand picked them because I knew they would give me honest feedback. And they have! I can't wait to let you see it. Are you in my circle so you can get the news as soon as I launch it? 

International Yoga Day

Happy International Yoga Day peeps! I have some of the best yoga students on the planet! I work for a corporate facility and most all my students are professionals- super advanced, awesome ones. They travel frequently and most are marathoners as well. I adjust if long runs have been done or one has just come off of a long international trip. They all adjust very well and master each sequence that I add! 

An Authentic Place

Hola. I just returned from Tulum, Mexico. I want to write today on what I'm feeling in my current life. Finding an authentic place. A place where colors are brighter and the world is seemingly better. I started a journey four years ago to find what makes me happy or maybe a better term - who I am. It has not been an easy four years, but I am proud of my current place. I have found an authentic place where I seem to have a good place in my mind of what is ok. I was reminded of this about a zillion times in Tulum. We started our Thursday with a remarkable breakfast at Ziggy's and then off to the Tulum Ruins.

The Healthiest Sick Person Alive, Part 2

Hey guys.  Sorry I haven't kept you all in the loop about my surgery.  I tend to retreat in tough times.  So, I retreated and am just now barely looking out from behind the sheets. I did finally turn a light on in my room today.  So, I'm days ahead of schedule.  I'll be in the real world by April possibly.  Surgery went fine.  The surgeon stated that things looked much worse than he expected but he was able to repair everything successfully.

The Healthiest Sick Person Alive

Well this sucks.

I am stuck in the middle of being a public blogger and the most private person ever.

Well, the time has come for an explanation.  Let me reintroduce myself.  I am a Corporate Wellness and Facility Director, Strength and Conditioning Coach, Group Fitness Instructor with 15+ certifications, Wellness Coach, Precision Nutrition Coach, single mom of two, blogger AND the healthiest sick person alive.

Day 26 to 40 - Sweetness

I'm thankful for a ton this past week.  It's been different, very weird and very very busy. I'm thankful to have finished an event that has been in the works for 4 months.  It was a success and I spent time with some of my favorite people!  I wrote a post very important to me this week as well.  It was very hard and I received a bit of slack for it.  I enjoyed writing it and it helped tremendously to get the thoughts out.  Thanks to my friends that gave me support from it.  I wrote it by myself and I know the real meaning behind it.  And my close friends and love ones do as well.  I'm thankful for that.

Is this a test? Day 31 to 40.

How are you? Feeling any stresses today? I hope this finds you all fantastic and happy.

Here's my question that I can't seem to stop thinking about.  Is this a test?  I feel like my life is on a continuous test cycle.  How many times can the bus run someone over?  And hit reverse and do it again.  And when the bus driver's shift is over, another driver reports for duty.  Am I complaining?  No.  Maybe a little?  Hell yes.