I ended part 1 of “Let’s Be Raw” by expressing how I had to stop feeling guilty for a minute to take care of me. After practically 18 months (9 during the pregnancy and 9 postpartum) of inactivity, I was so unhappy with my muscle loss and weight gain that I knew I had to do something about it.
Releasing the extraordinary guilt I felt in taking time to better myself was the key to getting things rolling for me. The truth is, I am a much happier and healthier person when I am working out and eating clean, than I am when I am not taking care of my wellness. Working out releases endorphins and endorphins make you happy – this is a simple fact. I have noticed a huge change in myself all-around and I believe I am a better mother, wife and daughter because of it.
We have one body and we owe it to ourselves, our family and God to honor it.
I could make this post much longer but I think it is better to keep it short and sweet. Less can be more.
Hello lovely readers!
In order to really connect with my readers I realize I need to become vulnerable, something that is very unusual for me. In this two part series I am going to touch herein on the holistic approach I have taken towards living a healthier lifestyle and why being healthy is so critical to me. Firstly, it is vital that you understand my journey and why I have arrived at my current lifestyle. ;)
I will start off by saying that often times I struggle with maintaining the healthiest of lives. Let’s face it, it’s easier to just eat out, skip that workout, get caught up cleaning the house or taking care of your family, than it is to put yourself first for an hour to go to the gym, do that 30 minute workout DVD, cook a healthy meal or even read a self-improvement book. I can also say that when I get lazy I tend to eat out more or resort to frozen meals. In times like these I rarely find the time to read the bible or even listen to audiobooks – talk about lazy! But this is why I feel so strongly that being healthy takes intention. This means making a very conscious commitment to yourself…AND to your family to be a best YOU possible.
From a very early age I was extremely involved in dance and sports. I was born in a generation where kids played outside and we didn’t sit around all day playing video games. Needless to say, I have always been active. After graduating from high school I became obsessed with fitness. I went to the gym seven days a week and did cardio for a minimum of 45 mins every single day. I counted calories and obsessed about my weight. Most people would probably say that I was in the best shape of my life – and I was – but looking back, I wasn’t healthy in a holistic sense. Sure, I could squat 135 LBS, run 4 miles (although I’m a TERRIBLE runner) and I could fit into a size 2, but I would binge eat at midnight, I was never happy with my appearance and frankly, I likely had a distorted image of myself.
Fast-forward to Spring of my sophomore year at UM and I had gained 30 LBS. WOW- it didn’t feel like I had gained such a big number, but in comparison, that is more than I gained in my entire pregnancy!!! I went from loving fitness to not having any motivation to workout. Not coincidently, this was the same time David and I were on a brief break; I was going out, which is very uncharacteristic of me, and my unhealthy eating habits and lack of sleep were undoubtably culprits in my shocking weight gain.
Fortunately, this downhill spiral was short-lived and after roughly 3 months of living a life that was utterly depressing, I made the decision to get back in shape. Somehow, someway, I rose above it all and discovered newfound strength to get back on track. This time around I was convinced I wanted to compete in fitness competitions and I started getting in shape to do so. I got my personal training certification and even considered a career as a nutritionist. To this day, this is when I feel I looked the best because I had more muscle definition than ever before. But after a year of preparation, I watched the documentary Food, Inc and almost instantly discovered that I was driven to be a vegan. (Disclaimer: I am no longer a vegan but I am a pescatarian; More about that in another post). Since such a drastic diet change can throw off your whole metabolism and involves a learning curve, I gained a little bit of weight during my transition.
It took me 2 years to find a comfort zone where I wasn’t a raw foodist – this is what I became when initially going vegan since it was easier than getting creative with food – or experimenting with being a vegan, vegetarian, pescatarian and omnivore, yet again, to settle on doing what just felt right to me. Slowly the weight started to fall off again and I found my true set weight-range.
When I became pregnant with little Jethro I stopped working out since I was tired, nauseous and a little frightened to do too much. The experience of a miracle growing inside of me was so new and I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. Largely due to the morning sickness I had THE ENTIRE pregnancy, I only gained about 25 LBS. I pretty much ate all carbs and nothing healthy appealed to me. My second trimester I started having the worst heartburn so even the foods I did like were hard to enjoy. Thankfully, my pregnancy went very well and just as scheduled, I had a healthy 7 LB, 8 OZ baby boy in the fall of 2013. I was fortunate that when I left the hospital I lost nearly all the weight with the exception of the 10 or so LBS of fat I gained.
When I came home from the hospital I noticed one big change – CRAVINGS! I swear, I didn’t have any cravings while I was pregnant but suddenly all I wanted was junk. I imagine this was due to my high carb diet during the pregnancy but I cannot be certain. Now, this lady was breastfeeding and I couldn’t afford to eat junk. I was the only source of nutrition for my little man, so I had to make sure that I was eating a well rounded diet. Luckily, despite eating like a horse postpartum, the breastfeeding prevented me from gaining weight, but once the breast feeding stopped…it was a different ballgame! I quickly found myself up another 5-10 LBS and even though I felt guilty leaving Jet to go workout, I got over it and decided it was time to make myself a priority again. I had to realize that I wasn’t being selfish, but I was actually doing this as much for my family as I was for myself.
I will leave all of you with that for today and get back to you soon with Part 2!
I found this beautiful quote by an unknown writer:
“Our Family is a circle of strength; Founded on Faith, Joined in Love & Kept by God, Together…Forever.”
In my last post I outlined five topics that I was going to touch on throughout this blog and today I felt compelled to start with Faith and Family. So what does Family mean to me? In short, I believe our family is comprised of the people that we love.
The above is a rather simplistic explanation so let me elaborate. In my opinion, a Family is a tight unit joined, not only by blood and love, but by a commitment witnessed by God. We live in an ever-evolving world with relentless sensory overload. Because of this, it is so easy to get caught up in the things of this world and forget the things that are most important. This is why I believe that in order for a family unit to exist in harmony, it must share the same morals and values that subsequently fuel it to thrive. This is why the quote above resonated with me so deeply. We all know there are dysfunctional families out there – we all have them – but when our family unit is not held together by something greater than our own self-interests, chaos and disjointedness can ensue.
In the case of my family, we follow one God – Jesus Christ. He guides our believes, and therefore, our morals and values. He is the foundation of our family and our faith in Him is what gives us the strength to respect one another as individuals, but also as a unit.
Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate. Matthew 19:6
Hi everyone! I know it has been some time since I have written a post so seeing this may come as a surprise. I guess being absent on social media has been my M.O. since having Jet so I won’t pretend that I haven’t put this blog on the back burner before. I can admit that one of my greatest weaknesses is the lack of consistency. I am great at starting things but not so great at staying consistent and pushing through when things get stale or tough.
In an effort to live a more purposeful life I have decided not to put so much pressure on myself to talk about baseball and what I do as a “baseball wife,” but rather, to give you insight into my life as a wife, mother, daughter and child of God. Subsequently, I hope to inspire a few people along the way, because at the end of the day we are here to leave this world a slightly better place than the day we graced it with our presence. And with a little consistency, I hope I can accomplish this.
*Below are the top 5 topics you can expect me to write about in the future.
I used to write long, drawn out posts in which I consciously illustrated my life on this blog weekly and now brevity is my theme. I promised I would fill you in as to why I have been MIA – and I do mean “missing in action.” Aside from the fact that I am now a mother and my baby is pretty much my life moving forward, I have also had a lot of change taking place.
This year has been an interesting one for my family and while David continues to pursue the very unstable life of a baseball player, I have come to realize that our son needs more stability than the baseball life can give him right now. That being said, David and I made the very hard decision to take a break from traveling together. Although it is extremely difficult and heartbreaking having my husband and his son living in two very distant places, it seemed the best decision for all of us.
Subsequently, I have decided to go back to work. Many of you may already know that I have been a licensed realtor since 2006 and after being a stay at home wife and mommy – to furry babies and now Jethro – for over two years, the time has come for me to go back to work. This decision, albeit not entirely easy, felt like the wisest investment of my time spent at home. I am starting to realize that even though being a mother is the most rewarding job on the planet, I need more than that to feel complete. Since being home I have literally gone crazy decorating, adding flowers to my landscape and going slightly overboard on the amount of bird feeders necessary to feed the bird population. Clearly, I could either keep spending money trying to keep myself busy, or I could put my extra energy into something more productive and less expensive, like selling real estate. :)
At first I wasn’t so sure how happy I would be going back to work but now I am very excited. I feel like this is the direction the universe wants me to go and so I have decided to go with the flow…
Crying baby! Time to go!
Wowowow. I am embarrassed and horribly sorry it has taken me three months to update this blog yet again. What can I say? Being a mom is hard work! This season has been crazier than most and I really have not had a minute to myself. To top things off there have been a lot of changes in the works and during the little bit of time that I find, I am usually working on pending issues or trying to eat. :)
Anyway, I will be back in a few with some more details on what is brewing over here and I’ll try not to take another three months getting back to you. No promises! I learned my lesson there…
Mommy duty calls!
Till next time,
Let the countdown begin with one of the newest MLBlogs: Opening Day Countdown Down Under! With 42 Days left until Opening Day, we pay respects to one of the greatest of all times – the legendary, Jackie Robinson.
Originally posted on Grand Openings:
With a respectful tip of the cap to the great Mariano Rivera, today’s jersey selection for an Opening Day moment is the easiest choice of our entire daily series in the countdown to Major League Baseball’s Opening Series March 22-23 in Sydney, Australia — a countdown that started 51 days out with Ichiro Suzuki.
Jackie Robinson‘s number 42 is displayed at all 30 MLB parks as testament to what happened at Ebbets Field on Opening Day in 1947. At the request of Brooklyn Dodgers president Branch Rickey, Robinson agreed to take on the monumental task of enduring racial abuse and becoming the first African-American player since 1889, when baseball became segregated.
In taking his position at first base that day, Robinson pioneered the integration of professional athletics in America and played a major role in the coming Civil Rights movement. It was far more than a ceremonial Opening Day…
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It has been a solid seven months since I have written a post. A lot has transpired in my life since then and I can honestly say that I feel the presence of God in my life more than ever. Since I last checked in, David and I bought a house, David became a Cleveland Indian, – farewell NYY – we welcomed our beautiful baby boy into the world, and just yesterday, we celebrated another amazing year of marriage.
Now that I am the mama to my own offspring – not just four legged furry babies – my life is consumed by poopy diapers, spit up and lack of sleep, all of which do not hold a candle to the love that I have for my little man. Believe it or not, what most people find “yucky”, I find truly gratifying. There’s nothing like seeing a nice poopy diaper and celebrating that your baby’s digestive system is working efficiently. But enough about the favorite topic of new parents – poo – and onto what my goals are for this blog in 2014. I can’t promise that I will have the time to contribute to this blog the way I have in years past, but I will try to document my experiences as a mother while living the life of a baseball wife.
Moving forward I plan on sharing my favorite mommy products, taking into account how much we travel. As unconventional a lifestyle as we live, our son will also have to be raised in a rather unconventional way – we have learned to adapt and so will he.
Next up: Flying for the first time with a 3 month old.
Hi everyone. Believe it or not, this is the first opportunity in weeks that I have had to sit down in front of an actual computer and put enough words together for a blog post. Baseball season is long and every day is ground hog day, so writing these posts takes conscious effort.
Before I get into my love and appreciation for the Yankees, I want to spill a little news I have been keeping quiet for some time. David and I spent the better part of April and May apart while I was filming a TV show that is set to air on August 6th. The show has officially been named “Hot Listings Miami” and it will air on Style Network. David and I are rather private people, but nonetheless, this year has required our doors be open to the public more so than ever. This is something I am learning to take in strides and it has only made me emotionally stronger.
Moving onto the title of this post. David and I have been extremely blessed in life and being a part of the Yankees organization is just another example of how God has chosen to bless us. David and I know that tomorrow is not promised to us and we consciously try to live every day grateful for the gifts we have been given. The Yankees have been nothing short of amazing during our transition from AAA to the big leagues. Everyone from the staff to the owners do a superb job of making you feel at home – despite the nerves that come with being a rookie. I have nothing but great things to say about the time we have spent with this organization and I want to truly thank them for making it a point to care.
That being said, David said it once in an interview – “I can only control what I can control. We have to take it one day at a time and if I am meant to be here for 15 years or 30 days, it’s not my choice. If I had it my way I would play baseball my whole life. It’s a matter of taking it one day at a time and hoping that you can do whatever the good Lord has planned for you and spread his word.”
Thank you and God Bless,