Are You Living in the Moment?
A                  while ago I had a couple people message me asking what                  my                  secret was when it came to losing my baby weight and                  maintaining. They asked to                  share my top three tips. But honestly there weren’t                  tips or a grand plan, other                  than I truly value my health. I’ve made it my mission                  in life to live as                  healthy and happy as possible and share that lifestyle                  with others. 
“He who has health, has hope; and he who                    has hope, has everything.”                     - Thomas Carlyle
I love this quote. I do.  Hope                    is magical. 
This week is Thanksgiving (Happy                    Thanksgiving to All!) –                    a time to be incredibly thankful and grateful. I’ve                    reflected a lot on my life this                    past week, to the point where I scared myself. I                    think about all the different                    stages and phases in my life and how they’ve come                    and gone, fast. How the                    things that seemed to matter then don’t really                    matter that much at all now. 
And how worry is such a waste of                    time. Same with anger                    and stress and negativity. 
I think everything that has happened                    in my life has                    shaped me into who I am. But I can’t help and                    wonder if I'm truly living in                    the moment? Are you? 
There are mixed emotions growing                    inside me right now. I                    know the moment I’m in right now (as much as I try                    to be mindful and enjoy) will                    soon be an awesome, but distant memory.  Jackson is                    going to be a big guy sooner than later – I can’t                    stop it. I want to hold on                    to him. Forever. I want to hold on to my husband. I                    want to hold on to my                    parents. My brothers. My in-laws. Every single one                    of my friends. I love them                    all. So. Much. I want things to stay the same                    forever. 
I get mad that they can’t, but at the                    same time I’m                    excited for the future too. The next “big” thing is                    coming! My mind took off                    and all of a sudden I was 40, then 50 and then this                    90-year-old woman who thinking about her next stage                    in her retired life, knowing very well what that                    was… 
There wouldn’t be a next phase [on                    earth]. That scared                    me.  
What would I be thinking then as a 90                    year old? I did all                    I could? Would I wish I did things differently?                    Would I think everything worked                    out exactly how it should have? 
I was lucky I was envisioning myself                    as a 90-year-old. What about someone fighting for their                    life? All the thoughts and feelings and questions                    and heartbreak. Why them? Why then? What                    happened? Why? Why? Why? 
For example, one of my dear friends (one                    of the sweetest                    people I have ever met in my life) lost her dad                    suddenly to a heart attack last                    week. Why? A friend from church recently married and                    was on his way out the                    door to his honeymoon and his new mother-in-law                    passed away four weeks after                    her pancreatic diagnoses. What? How? Friends from                    high school are losing their                    parents. A past coworker of mine has a brain tumor.                    And out of the blue I                    received an email from a woman sharing her story.                    Three months after giving                    birth to her daughter, doctors told her she had 15                    months to live. NO!! I can’t                    even imagine. I can’t. Heather was diagnosed with pleural                    mesothelioma – her dad’s work clothes                    soaked up asbestos and she was exposed. She was                    diagnosed in November, making                    every November tough to face – a constant reminder                    of that diagnoses. But her                    mission is to make sure we all take a moment to                    value life and the value of                    gratitude. Read her incredible story here. 
With                    all that said,                    on my drive in to work this morning I was overcome                    with gratitude for my                    health, my husband’s, my son’s. It is the greatest                    gift. 
So,                    answer the above question - how did I lose                    the baby weight and keep it off? I let go. I started                    trusting God. I forgave. I                    stopped pointing fingers and looked deep within                    myself. I loved who I am,                    who I’m becoming, who I will be. I fueled my body                    with good – natural, real ingredients.                    I treated my body with respect. I danced. I ran. I                    jumped. I played. I sang. I had fun. I prayed.                    I shared my world with others. I let God shine                    through me. I let myself light                    up the world. I spread my wings. I laughed. I                    talked. I listened. I hugged. And                    I LOVE. LOVE. LOVE. 
God                    is a loving                    God. He would never allow us to love this much and                    take it all away for good.                    Something grander beyond our wildest dreams is out                    there, waiting for us. This is where hope comes in.                    Enjoy                    this life and your journey. We don’t know when it                    will end but we do know how                    to make the best of it and the worst of it. 
We                    get to make the choice.                  













