Journey to the Sunshine State

Well hello beautiful people! I can’t believe it has been over a year since my last blog. That’s unreal to me. So much has changed since then but I’m not recapping over a year in this blog right now so let’s just fast forward real quick to the here & now ūüôā

If you did not know, I left Buffalo, NY on July 11th to start my trek to Fort Myers, FL where I will be teaching second grade. Gosh typing out makes it sound so easy BAHAHA. I know, I know, I did this TWO years ago when I went to Charlotte and that didn’t necessarily pan out but we can’t focus on the past or taint this experience because of that. #mindset.

Okay so the journey here let’s discuss. I took the seats out of my car and only took the essentials. AND YES I SOLD MY BED ON MONDAY AND I MOVED WEDNESDAY #bossstatus

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If you need someone to pack up your house in 3 days and fit it in a PT Cruiser, I am your girl! That was one of the most stressful things I did and I lost a lot of sleep those 3 days because I am a procrastinator but damn I purged a bunch of shit and only brought the essentials which felt GREAT! ūüôā

SO first stop was Carlisle, PA for a car show that my dad and sister go to every year (Wed-Sat) and last time I attended was when I went to Charlotte in 2016 but went for a few years as a kid too. My dad had his 1969 Road Runner in the survivor tent and this year he trailed his car with his new 2018 RAM truck and I was so happy for him! Normally he drives his 91 Ram Charger and the trailer is not a fan of that. He kept saying how he could have kept driving to FL it was so easy, LOL!

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The morning we left my sister texted me something along the lines of, “Hey let’s get tats in PA” and I legit texted her back, “ARE YA NUTS” well needless to say we spent that 5 hour drive creating our matching tat and well here ya go ūüôā I could write an entire blog about how we came up with this so stay tuned! Hers says, “I’ll keep you wild” and mine says, “I’ll keep you safe” and well that’s self-explanatory as I am the more reserved, conservative one and my sister is well…the wild child ūüėČ

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I left PA Saturday morning at 8AM and headed to visit my good friend Taffy in Charlotte, NC! When I left for Charlotte in 2016 my dad cried and it literally broke me so I told both my dad and sister, NO CRYING. Here is our way too early selfie, LOL!

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The drive to Charlotte said 7 hours and 20 minutes and I knew I would be fine because I did just do this TWO years ago. Ironically I stopped at the same Dunkin’ Donuts in Maryland from exactly TWO years ago. I drove from PA-MD-VA-WV and I made it to Taffy’s outside of Charlotte about 5:15PM.

Our entire trip may have revolved around food but I ain’t even mad about it ūüôā She makes me laugh until I cry and I am so blessed to even have met her! Our last night was my favorite as we went to Pinky’s (which has been on Diner’s, Drive Ins and Dives) and then blasted Barenaked Ladies, “The Old Apartment” as we went to see my old apartment LOL along with the most epic car snap karaoke on the drive home. Thanks so much for the hospitality Taffy, LOVE YOU ‚̧

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I left Charlotte 7AM on Monday to start my 10 1/2 hour trek to THE SUNSHINE STATE. Shoutout to Taffy for documenting my drive off. If I’m being honest, this is when I was the most nervous because well I was prepared for the Charlotte Drive but had no idea what to expect on my drive to Florida and I just have one thing to say: IT WAS LONGAF. I am so so glad I left at 7AM because I did not pull up to my new place until almost 8:45PM.

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I think I stopped for gas 3 or 4 times? It is all a blur right now BAHAHA. All that matters is that I made it here. AM I RIGHT? Well, if you do not know, I found this couple on craigslist that I am living with, I’m just renting a room from them and I skyped like over an hour with them initially on June 15th. They told me they had 1 dog and 2 cats. I got here and there is 1 dog and FOUR cats. Legit the night I got here they were all in my room and I took this video panning the bedroom and I legit felt like the crazy cat lady. I cried a lot that night. The first night is always the hardest. Trust me, you know I love cats but FOUR plus a dog, I am just so so overwhelmed! Peep them all over my bag the first night. All I did the first night was bring in my bedding and shower.

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If you have not seen my snaps or Insta story documenting my journey here so far basically they are slobs. When I talked with them via Skype I do remember her saying that he hurt his back. I got here and it’s the same story. He does not work and is the most lazy human being I have ever met. I swear he is a drug dealer or something. It is not adding up.

This place is a legit mess and my motto is “I’m doing what I can with what I have.” I realize that everyone has different standards for cleanliness but when someone gives you $250 for a security deposit and then $500 to rent the room for the month–Why in the actual heck did I find a candy wrapper, a pen, a hair tie, cat poop behind my bed? I also went out and bought a hand vacuum little dust buster thing because the amount of just dust and cat food along the molding of my bedroom is UNREAL. I do have my own bathroom but this is another level of filth. Do you know what living in filth does to one’s mentality? AGH it is fucking me up HARDCORE fam.¬†My bedding makes happy though and I went and bought these scent cones that I had at home which is the same scent as my fabric spray. You know the stuff that makes you feel at home? Yea, trying to fill myself with those things ‚̧

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Now that it is Thursday and I went on the cleaning rampage on Tuesday, I am feeling a little bit better. I try and get out for a good chunk of the day. My first full day here I went to explore the Six Mile Cypress Slough Preserve and tried running a little over a mile on the boardwalk but later found out you’re not supposed to run on it. WOOPS. Going to try and explore more parks and get more runs in over the next few days here. I went back to Weight Watchers this morning and feel really good about that and tracking today.

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I did finally empty out my car as well and I have been getting familiar with the area. Exploring has allowed me to figure out where I would like to live and I have looked at 6-7 places the past two days. I am living in Lehigh Acres right now which is about 20-25 outside of Fort Myers so if I go and do anything in civilization, I make sure I do what I need to do before heading home. Gosh that makes me sound crazy but I’m used to like my 7 minute work and gym radius back home. I know I will feel better when I move closer to the things that I like to do.

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The end of the blog brings me to MINDSET and how much I have evolved since the last time I did this in Charlotte. I shared a little about this on my Insta live earlier today but when I moved to Charlotte and shit went down I was crying like everyday. I am happy to report that I did not cry yesterday or today and I am super proud of that. IT IS NOT EASY TO MOVE TO A NEW PLACE FAM. Yes I have done it before but Florida is FAR. Like over 1,100 miles FAR. Anywayssss today this leasing consultant asked me if I had any friends or family here and I was like well I have one friend from social media but we have not met yet HAHA.

I just keep telling myself that this beginning stage is the legit hardest and if I can make it through the hardest part: not having many friends, not loving where I live, not having a paycheck, etc. THE REST WILL BE CAKE. Because what I do have right now is all of you on social media. I have the ability to go OUT and make new friends. I have a roof over my head, a shower, food, a car, etc. Once you add up all that you DO have. It’s not that bad.

BUTTTT I can NOT wait to look back on this moment in a few months and laugh and be like, “hey, remember when you lived at Dr. Dolittle’s?” And then I can just laugh until I cry about what a joke this situation is at the moment. I realize that this is just a blimp in time and I just need to make it through ONE day at a time and then once all the days add up I will look back and be like WHOA you made it through THAT. I am just filling my time and days with doing things that make me happy. Trying to establish some what of a routine and making it similar to what I would do at home. First step was getting back to Weight Watchers this morning. Next step is getting back into an exercise routine. So now that it is almost 1AM, I want to get up and go run at this Lakes Park tomorrow and then find me an acai bowl. (I already have it all mapped out) Maybe look at more apartments? Apply to the one I want? I may or may not have already put myself up on Bumble and I may or may not have a pizza and bowling date tomorrow night ūüėČ ARE WE SURPRISED? MAKIN ALL DA DAMN MOVES FAM ‚̧ Until next time! If you read this far…#bless!
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Know your worth.

It sounds SO cliche. 

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But this quote is so so true! ‚̧

I guess it just took me getting UNINVITED to a wedding to realize I was handing out more discounts than I realized.

How does one get uninvited to a wedding one might ask?

Well a BOY asks you to a wedding then said boy SNAPCHATS YOU that you are UNINVITED. No, doesn’t pick up the phone or call or ask to meet you in person.

He decides to take a “friend” who was really “important” to the bride but some how was never invited in the first place. Sounds like a super “important” friend to me. I know how weddings work. People don’t just forget to invite someone so so important. SMH. If the bride wanted her there, she would have been there.

When he invited me in the first place he was super kind in stating that he had a hotel room but promised me no funny business and he would sleep on the floor.

So now I’m supposed to be okay with you sharing a room with this “friend?” I THINK NOT.

We discussed this and his response was, “I didn’t say I was sharing a room with her.” BUT at the same time my response was, “You didn’t say that you weren’t ya know?”

I jokingly said that he owed me for this. I had to return my dress. Got my nails done for the occasion. PICKED SUPER BORING FRENCH MANICURE NAILS BY THE WAY Etc. I truly think any gentleman would have said, “Hey Chelsea, I know this is super unfortunate but this friend really wants to be there and I feel bad–let me make it up to you, let me take you to dinner or we will plan another date day.”

NOPE. NOTHING. All I got was an “Lol. Ok.” *INSERT EYE ROLL*

Not to mention he told me that I could hate him and never talk to him again because of this. (Way to take the easy way out) Well I gladly accepted that invite, NO PROBLEM.

We texted a little bit after because I wanted honesty. This girl just like didn’t come out of the wood work. After that he stated that he felt he wasn’t the prince charming I was looking for. TOTAL COP OUT AGAIN.

Like if you don’t want to pursue each other anymore JUST SAY THAT.

I’m not looking for prince charming. I just want honesty. THE END.

Enough of that–MOVING FORWARD–LESSON TIME

I NEEDED to get uninvited to this wedding.

Call me crazy but it was a HUGE wake up call. A wake up call I never knew I needed.

This BOY and I have been talking for MONTHS. I really liked him which is the unfortunate part. (Looking back, not sure why I wasted so much time) Cause ya know it would have been easier if I was apathetic and just didn’t care or have feelings. SIGH. He said he wanted to take things slow…well this was like slower than a sloth in peanut butter, slow.

SNORE. SNOOZE. BOY BYE.

Anyways. This entire situation made me realize I desire more.

I deserve more. I don’t say that from entitlement. I say that from the fact that I know I have something special to offer.

I was accepting the BARE minimum.

I am worth more than being dumped from a wedding invite via snapchat.

I am worth more than hanging out every three weeks. 

I am worth more than the 1AM snapchats asking if he can come over.

I am worth going out on real dates.

I am worth adventures.

I am worth more than the bullshit excuse of working the next morning and missing a concert we both wanted to go to. Are you a grandpa? It’s one day. Get a coffee. Chug a Redbull and come home and take a nap. I JUST CAN’T.

I had a bit of a sob fest the night that I was uninvited. I also drank a bit too much last night. I was feeling real sorry for myself.

But I kind of had an epiphany this morning that I NEED to be clear on what I WANT and that starts with remembering my WORTH.

I set intentions for my health and fitness goals, half-marathon training, business goals, etc–so why should what I look for in a potential partner be any different?

I know that I will find someone who wants to take adventures.

Someone who doesn’t make excuses.

Someone who says YES life is too short let’s live it up!

Someone who wants to take me out instead of the 1am snapchat booty call. (I did call him out on that which is why he stated that even though he got a hotel room there would be no funny business.)

I am most certainly worth someone’s EFFORT and TIME more than once every three weeks.

But I was kind of in a fog and lost the belief in myself for a little bit. But if I don’t believe in me–who the HECK else is going to believe in me?

So I’m putting my foot down.

I shut the door on some other bullshit too last night. Can’t go into those details but it feels good to stand up for yourself and your happiness.

Never ever settle. Know your worth loves ‚̧

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The Calculator

 

Something I’ve always struggled with is letting the negative and nasty comments of others define how I feel about myself. (SO GUILTY!) How many of us have done that though? Raise your hand! Don’t leave me alone in this, raise them up!

Most recently, I shared very publicly on social media a message from ¬†someone on a dating website–my response is in blue ūüôā¬†12232905_10156298385140297_6781713292635362687_o (1)

In the past, I would have cried all day long. All weekend long. I wouldn’t have even answered. I would have hid in the shell of my body and let him walk all over me. But now I am above that. Now I have control. Now I am strong enough to have a say. Some may argue that I shouldn’t have even responded. I disagree. Being silent would have let him win and I’ve worked way too damn hard to let that happen. He totally deserved that!

I can also remember when a¬†Canisius employee asked me when I was due during my junior year of college–actually if I was having twins. Not to mention the comment my second-grader made that started this lifestyle change for me. (That had a positive outcome) All of those comments have an impact. They sting. Salt in the wound. BUT–

The instances and comments don’t even matter to me anymore it’s all in the learning how to react to them that does. I found this quote recently

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I want it tattooed on my forehead actually. No for real. Just stop. Pause. Think about it. “If you want to IMPROVE your self-worth stop giving other people the calculator.” HOW GENIUS IS THAT? It went off in my brain like a light-bulb, a spark, a firework, whatever, something explosive! Universes colliding! It’s so so true!

WHY¬†IN THE WORLD was I going to let someone else’s comment about my appearance define me?!

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Thinking about it now, I ask myself, “What do they know?” “They don’t even know me.They have no idea what I’ve been through.” So why why why give that person the time of day let alone allow that person to impact your value. (See amazing quote above) Seriously though, the people that say these mean things to us like, “Oh, do you need that second cookie?” “You look heavy to me.” GREAT. Is it your body? NO. You have ZERO say. There is clearly something wrong with YOU. Something YOU are struggling with and you don’t need to dump that issue into my lap. Thanks.

But for real. The idea for this blog also stemmed from a podcast from Chalene Johnson that was titled, “Never Call a Kid Fat.” It’s really good so I had to post it here! Go listen or read the transcript! —Never Call A Kid Fat

Basically, what I took from that podcast is that WE ARE THE ROLE MODELS. Children or not–we must DO BETTER. Once a comment is made to a child about their body image it stays with them FOR LIFE. They bury it deep inside of themselves, letting it eat away at their soul. Hello, someone made a comment to me when I was younger. IT HAPPENS.

At the same time, we also need to treat ourselves better. We need to know our own worth and realize that we are beautiful and capable of GREAT things! Know who you are, stand your ground and don’t let anyone dull your sparkle. That’s my new motto! ūüôā I am planning to create a Facebook page around this idea of positive self-talk, body image and embracing ourselves for who we are. It’s going to be epic and I can’t wait for you to join in the movement! ‚̧ Dream Big. Get Fit. Love you all!

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Thankful for the struggle

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Wow it’s been a hot second since my last blog post and for that I sincerely apologize. EEK!! In the past six months I can say that I’m thrilled with where life is taking me! There have been many changes in my life–I officially became a Beachbody coach in June, got a new car in August (bye bye mini van) and moved into my very own apartment in September. YAY!

I’m so beyond blessed with life right now!! BUT I can assure you that it hasn’t always been this way. I haven’t always been this positive and cheerful. I believe that the only way I am able to fully appreciate each of these wonderful aspects of my life NOW is by reflecting on my past struggles. I’ve been through A LOT in my life-I mean who hasn’t? We all have baggage and stuff that has happened to us. However, it’s all about how we handle those obstacles and struggles. I love the quote posted above so very much and it couldn’t be more true.

“I’m thankful for my struggle because without it I wouldn’t have stumbled across my strength.”

It’s no secret that my move from Buffalo, New York to Raleigh, North Carolina after graduating from college in May 2012 was very very hard on me, if not one of the hardest things I have EVER done. My first year of teaching and living on my own in a new state was quite the challenge. Not only was I anxious and homesick 99.9% of the time but I felt so conflicted in the fact that I didn’t think teaching was for me. I remember calling my mom sobbing–telling her I was going to pack up my car and head home SEVERAL TIMES. I even researched what it would cost to rent a U-Haul and trailer my car home, that’s how miserable I was. It was nobody’s fault, I was just so uncomfortable with being me and navigating this unknown territory just sent me in a downward anxiety ridden spiral. The only way I knew how to make myself feel better was through my anxiety medication (which I don’t think ever helped) and eating (until February 2013). I found comfort in gorging myself on any fast food that I could find. I looked forward to weekends with Ben and Jerry and Netflix–that is before Netflix and Chill was a thing…I was trapped in my own body and I was in denial that I had an eating problem.

While I was in North Carolina I had this attitude that I was the victim and everyone should feel bad for me. I always dreaded the flights “home” from Buffalo to Raleigh. I cried on my drive home from the airport before stopping at McDonald’s and then curling up in my bed full of tears to nap away my misery. I just assumed I was destined to be anxious and miserable and that’s how my life was going to be. I didn’t see it getting any better and I felt very little purpose in life. I was truly going through the daily motions and hoping for a miracle.

November 2015 TransformationMy miracle finally came on February 6th, 2013 when I decided to join Planet Fitness and attend my first Weight Watchers meeting because one of my students in my class told me that I was the biggest. I was so embarrassed and heartbroken in that moment. I felt so hurt and ashamed that I let a second grader define my size. BUT I had been struggling for so very long that I truly NEEDED that. That student was the voice of so many family and friends that wanted to say something but couldn’t because they probably didn’t want to hurt my feelings. This student didn’t care about my feelings but I’m so much stronger now because of that comment. I let that comment define me in the moment but it truly changed my life for the better. That comment sparked my healthy lifestyle and I’m extremely thankful for this journey.

It’s truly not about how much weight I’ve lost anymore. It’s not about a number on the scale. It’s not about the fastest mile. It’s not about the heaviest squat. It’s not about how many Beachbody customers I have. It’s about what this journey has taught me. It’s about appreciating and embracing the fact that I came from a very low place in North Carolina. I went from letting my anxiety and struggle with emotional eating control me to loving life as a Beachbody coach with BIG goals. The fact that I just typed that brings tears to my eyes. Happy tears just streaming down my face. I never ever thought that I could help myself let alone inspire anyone else.

This journey has brought me strangers from all over the world that I now am blessed to call my friends, an amazing team, confidence I never knew I had, and a much bigger purpose in life. I couldn’t say any of this in February 2013. Dream Big. Get Fit. 2016 is going to be the best year yet. Love you all. ‚̧

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Failure is fuel.

“Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.”

I’ve been meaning to write this blog for awhile now…..for the past few weeks months,¬†I know that I’ve gained at the scale. BAD. There is no denying that so….. I’ve been contemplating going back to Weight Watchers. I have become increasingly uncomfortable with the way that I look and feel. I constantly compare to what I looked like last summer and how CLOSE I was to my goal last July/August. Also, timehop is a b.i.t.c.h. Therefore, last Friday, May 29th 2015 I have re-committed to Weight Watchers for the sole purpose that it works. YAY! It was a super vulnerable feeling walking through those doors again but I knew it had to be done. I felt my absolute BEST last summer at 157lbs and the fact that I let the pounds pile back on is so so upsetting. I know I should have never quit in October in¬†the first place. It just kills me that I spent from February 2013-October 2014 losing all this weight, driving to the gym, putting in the work, running all the miles, doing all the grocery shopping, just to basically end up right where I started. Those thoughts alone bring me to tears. You can add up all the time and money that was spent on the first journey but that WILL NOT push you forward. I’m making a promise to myself that I can’t obsess about the past, the only direction is forward. I have to let the past go and realize that this journey is a new beginning and I have to remember that I’ve done this before and I’m worth it to myself to get healthy again. My favorite part about the quote above, “the time will pass anyway” is something I have to hold onto because just as the time will pass anyway, I can’t rewind or erase the mistakes. It happened and I have to use this failure as fuel to push forward and the simple fact that I know where I was and where I can be is motivation enough. (See happy July 2014 photo below)

Transformation December 2014This quote reminds me to just get back up!

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In addition, if¬†there is anything I have learned on this journey is that you have to do what works for you and only do it for YOU. Do it because you want to crush your goals. Do it so that you can walk into your favorite store and try on that awesome outfit without hesitation. Do it because you deserve to walk around with the highest level of confidence and you deserve to feel the most comfortable in your own skin. People may suggest other weight loss products and programs¬†BUT you know you best. I know that I can’t simply eat clean and workout..maybe you can but I KNOW that I need to track my points and exercise. I also need that accountability to someone at the scale every single week. That’s the only way IT WORKS for ME. This does not make any program better than another though. In this life we get to choose what works for us and if you’re killin’ it with a different program but still working towards the best version of you and you’re happy doing it..then GO YOU! We’re all in this together and nobody should knock someone else’s journey to becoming healthier simply because it’s not their program of choice. DO YOU ALWAYS.

Recently, someone shared with me that it’s hard to get back on track and tracking their points is hard. That statement really made me think that yes, nobody wakes up and says, “YES I LOVE TO TRACK, TRACKING IS MY FAVORITE” nobody wants to count calories or track their food in any app and if you genuinely do…then I need to meet you and get your autograph. It would be GREAT if we could all eat what we wanted without keeping track or putting in the work¬†during workouts.¬†However, personally, I feel that being overweight is harder. Walking around feeling uncomfortable and not fitting into the clothes I wore last summer is harder. Running at a slower pace than last summer is harder.¬†Taking 17 minutes longer on this year’s half-marathon is harder. Not being able to sit down without feeling my fat rolls rolling on top of each other is harder. Not being a size 10 is harder. (Yes, I went there) It’s mentally and emotionally exhausting to not be 110% happy with you.¬†Tracking IS hard, there is no minimizing the time and energy that must go into preparing food and workouts BUT gaining 35 pounds in 8 months is harder for me. (Ouch. Makes me sick.) Choose your hard. That is all.

But I would rather end on a positive note SO here is a wonderful transformation photo of me at 214 pounds to running my FOURTH half-marathon and Sunday’s meal prep. YAY. Smiles all around for moving forward. Can’t wait to see my Sunday warriors this week! Keep on keepin’ on fitfam! ūüôā

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Changing my mindset

I’ve been meaning to blog for a few weeks now so¬†waking up to this lovely¬†(sarcasm much?) Instagram comment seemed like the perfect opportunity to share my thoughts! This person (who will remain nameless) recently expressed their thoughts on this transformation picture,

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“OMG PUKE’nnnnnnnnnn so gross @luvtobfit”

First, let me begin by saying that I understand there are several consequences that come with sharing ANYTHING and EVERYTHING via the interwebs. I GET THAT. I know that we do not live in a perfect world. I realize that people aren’t ALWAYS going to be nice.¬†What I do not understand is why certain people were not properly educated about the phrase,

“If you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all.”

What is so hard about that?! When I first read the comment, my heart was racing and tears began to fill my eyes. I told myself to stop as this stranger/internet troll was definitely not worth my¬†tears. What is so wrong with you that you think you can tell me that I’m gross when there is a clear visual of how I’ve worked my ass off changing myself for the better. (Yes, using ass is necessary.) Then I started thinking of all of these choice words¬†that I really wanted to nastily type to this wonderful individual. ¬†However, I soon came to the realization¬†that that is exactly what this individual was¬†after. They wanted a reaction. They wanted to set me off. People are nasty in order to get a rise out of others. People say mean things because they have their own personal issues that they just don’t have figured out yet. People want to feel better about themselves so they put others down. I learned all of these things way back in kindergarten.

So once I rationalized this comment I began to shift my thinking into something more positive because my fat self¬†would have dove right into a bowl of Ben and Jerry’s at 7am. (No, but really, I would have.) As a thinner self, I was positive that¬†I didn’t want HIM to be the reason¬†to set the tone for the day. I refused¬†to let this individual define how much time and energy I have spent attaining this¬†healthier lifestyle. I am stronger than that. I know deep down within myself that I have spent over a year (15 months) bettering the obese individual on the left to a healthier, confident and glowing Chelsea on the right. That is why I believe that there is absolutely not one single thing in this world that is going to take that away from me. I will not¬†REFUSE to let that happen.

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I believe¬†that in today’s society¬†we focus wayyyyy too much on the negative things that happen to us that we forget to highlight and truly¬†appreciate the positives. I mean I can think about all of the negative things that happened to me on my way to work today. I burned my bagel thin, the 190 was at a stand still for NO REASON, it was raining, someone cut me off and my iced coffee was just blah. However, in the grand scheme of things, thinking and spending energy on these thoughts is useless. ¬†None of those things matter. I didn’t really need the bagel as I had plenty of snacks packed for work, traffic happens, we need the rain and the person who cut me off didn’t cause an accident. Sure, it was one internet troll who wanted to have his voice heard about how gross I appear to him but now I intend¬†to focus on the positive. ¬†There is always a positive. I¬†know that the growth in confidence that I feel¬†within myself in addition to people telling me that I am an inspiration to them is a feeling that can’t be replaced. So I guess I need to stop venting and instead thank the¬†internet troll for making me realize that I am so much more than his¬†nasty comment. (I mean let’s be real, the first thing I will probably tell him is that “PUKE’nnnnnnnnnn” is not a real word) Most importantly, I don’t need his comment¬†to define me. Me, myself and I are solely responsible for the direction I take on this journey. ¬†I’m feeling better than I EVER have and that in itself is rewarding enough.

¬†“Keep your face to the sunshine and you will never see the shadow.”

 

Be YOU. BeYOUtiful.

“Success is the sum of small efforts repeated day in and day out.”

I’m¬†disgusted with the fact that I have not posted one single thing on here since September 6th but that might be because grad school owned my life and I’m slowly getting it back =)¬†YAY! The semester from HELL is finally over! ¬†I would like to dedicate this post to all of those who get discouraged and think they can’t tackle this whole weight loss thing.¬†Actually, let me rephrase that, this is a lifestyle change.

You have to grasp the mentality that the weight you have acquired was definitely not put on overnight. It may not even be weight, you may just want to work on a fitness goal, you may desire to change some eating habits. Whatever your goal is, I hate to break it to you but it’s not happening OVERNIGHT. That is why I live by the phrase, “Success is the sum of small efforts repeated day in and day out.” Sure, I may not hit that 9:00 mile today but you better believe that I’m going to fight like hell to get there until it happens. Some days suck real bad. Of course, I want to quit. Some days I want to demolish a pack of Oreos . Some days I push myself so hard at the gym that my head feels like it’s going to explode and I want to puke. But somewhere within myself I dig reallllll deep and realize how bad I want this. I define this as being happier and healthier. I know there will come a day when I am 110% thrilled with myself when I look in the mirror. I’m not there yet, but I’m much closer than I was yesterday =)

I get so many messages, comments, etc, on Facebook & Instagram asking me what my secret is. That question actually really pisses me off. So stop asking about “the secret.” I mean feel free to ask me whatever, but no matter what I tell people, I advise them that they have to want it bad enough. It’s also called getting off your ass and actually having a passion for something, a passion to CHANGE. Does that offend you? WELL IT SHOULD. I did not get to where I am today by making excuses for myself and I certainly did not accomplish losing 40 pounds by sitting on my ass.¬†YOU have to start with¬†YOU and realize that YOU are going to experience a different journey than who you happen to be running next to on the treadmill. Most importantly,¬†“No matter how slow you go, you’re lapping everyone on the couch.”¬†Who cares if you don’t run the fastest mile, who cares if you don’t lift the HEAVIEST weight. Add some exercise into your life, eat everything in moderation and it will happen naturally. It actually becomes a habit. I only allow myself to drive to the gym everyday after work. I can NOT drive anywhere else. If you are strict enough in your routine, it becomes a habit. It won’t feel so much like a chore. Surprisingly enough, you actually don’t need an extra- large drink with 1,000,000 calories. A small tastes just the same and if it’s diet, that’s even better! Start out with small changes, you’d be surprised at the BIG IMPACT.¬†Once you realize you¬†are making a positive lifestyle change for yourself, that within itself should make you the most¬†happy!