I’m dedicating this post to Emma.

Emma is the 1-year-old daughter of two childhood friends of mine.  She is already brave, fearless, oh-so-sweet, and cute as a button.  Next month, she will be undergoing chemotherapy and a bone marrow transplant.  At the age of 4 months, Emma had an ear infection that would not go away, along with a persistent fever that her parents could not get to subside.  After many tests, doctor visits, a burst ear drum and loss of hearing, hospital stays, and exhaustion, Emma was diagnosed with a rare disease known as Severe Congenital Neutropenia.  You can read more about the disease here.  This disease is estimated to occur in 1 in 200,000 individuals.  One.  In 200,000.  Sweet, sweet Emma.

I wish that I could hold my friends close and soothe their angst.  I wish I knew what to say to ease their anxiety.  I wish, more than anything, that this wasn’t happening at all for them.  Seeing how strong they are, and how happy their children are amidst this chaos has truly stirred something in my soul.  While I can’t take this away for them, I’m going to do whatever I can.  I’m going to find a way to ease something in their lives.

I’ve decided to take my love of running and turn it into something hopeful for this little girl and her family.  I have hope for Emma.  Since having my little boy in October, I haven’t been running much.  It’s time to change that.  I will be running for Emma.  I will be running to raise awareness of this little girl’s struggle.  I will be running for her family.  Because if they can keep moving forward, so can I…one step at a time.

I’ll be posting about my training regularly here, and I’ll include updates on Emma whenever I get them.  Please keep her and her family in your prayers.

You can read more about Emma’s journey and donate to her cause here.


I {heart} Cleaning OUT!

It certainly helps that I’m making some money doing it, but it is such a great feeling to be getting rid of stuff!  I’m pretty sure that my mother thinks I’m completely nuts.  I had a baby 5 months ago, and I’m mainly selling baby stuff.  Yeah, actually, I know she thinks I’m crazy.  LOL!  But I have come to the very serious realization that we just have WAY TOO MUCH STUFF!  I’m sorry, but a baby does not need five push toys, nor does he really need a hiking backpack.  I think my mom is more concerned with the “what ifs”.  However, when you’re trying to clear the clutter, it really is time to decide what’s necessarynot what you might need should something drastically change.  I keep telling her that I have friends with kids…I can always borrow!  

I’m relishing in the fact that I can walk to the third floor of my house and not have to maneuver around the bassinet that has been sitting at the top of the stairs for the past 3 months.  I don’t have to try and figure out where I’m going to put the infant car seat and two bases since my super-chunky baby has outgrown them already.  I am itching to find more stuff to sell/pass on to someone who can use it.  So that’s what I’m going to keep on doing.

What I accomplished today:

Made the beds (yay!)

Cleaned the kitchen

Emptied/reloaded the dishwasher

Washed all pots and pans

Started another load of laundry (when it’s not folded and put away, it doesn’t count as completed in my eyes)

Decluttered some baby stuff!

Now, I need to get some shut eye.  Another fun-filled day of cleaning out is scheduled for tomorrow…and I’m registering my oldest for kindergarten!  Oy.  Happy cleaning!

Today’s Accomplishments

Yesterday was a whirlwind.  I feel like I didn’t stop all day.  And I have a love/hate relationship with Sundays.  The hubby is home on Sundays only during tax season…which, it’s lovely to see him, but it also means that my house can become total chaos.  Only because we try to fit a week’s worth of stuff into one day.  Yesterday not only held that “typical” chaos, but I was also out most of the day running errands, going to a basket bingo benefit, and having dinner with friends.  I’m pooped!  

Anyhow, I think I’m still trying to recover from the craziness of yesterday and haven’t fully caught up on the daily chores.  I did

Make the beds

Fold/organize the cloth diapers

Fold and put away the load of towels I did yesterday

Empty and reload the dishwasher

Start another load of laundry

Sort through kids’ clothes to give away

Sort/throw away some of the clutter in the dining room (score!)

Looking at the list now, I’m actually pretty thrilled with how the day went.  My house still looks like three little tornadoes went through it (even though my littlest is just starting to sit up on his own), but I did get a bunch accomplished.  And, my baby boy is cutting his first tooth…so he did need extra snuggles today.  Just gotta keep knocking things out, one at a time.  Hopefully, the rest of my life will start falling into place soon, too!

Pinterest May Kill Me

There are just too many fabulous things at my fingertips on Pinterest, and I have no problem helping myself to them! I’m mainly talking about the recipes, like the brownie-in-a-mug recipe that I just doubled. And let’s not forget the fact that I can sit on my butt perusing the site for hours on end…hello, sedentary lifestyle!

In all honesty, I am not really blaming a website for my demise. I have no one or thing to blame but myself for that. But it’s certainly not helping. As a matter of fact, all of my “connectedness” has been nothing but a hindrance to my desire for a healthy lifestyle. Seriously, I am plugged in 24/7. Oh, how I find myself longing for a simpler time, when our phones hung on the wall and the cell phone we carried was used for emergencies only. When we had to go to the library and research information in a book instead of online at the drop of a hat. Boy, my paranoia for childhood diseases in my kids would be greatly diminished. I might even be a little thinner, too.

Huh? A little thinner from not constantly being connected? What are you talking about? Well, let me explain. I’m the type of person who gets sucked into believing well-written, “study” backed, statistic spewing articles regarding health and wellness. You could call me “gullible”. I admit it and it drives my husband crazy! I don’t blame him. I can’t tell you how many times I have tried different diets because I read somewhere that a bunch of people had success with a certain way of eating. But hey, some of it sounds good! I think there is merit to some of it. However, if I didn’t have technology everywhere I turned, I probably wouldn’t be so all over with what I eat. I think I’ve now gotten to the point where my brain is shutting down because there’s too much “nutrition” information in there.  Now, I’m reverting back to what is comforting and familiar…eating whatever I want whenever I want to. Not good.

So, where do I go from here? Well, I’m not 100% sure. This is only one facet of my issues that I’ve identified…but it’s one that I can get a handle on. Less screen time! My cell phone will now live upstairs on the charger (I get so much more done that way anyhow), and if I need to go somewhere, the cell will stay in my bag. Or perhaps even in the car. I want to be present in my relationships. I don’t want my kids to only recognize me with a piece of technology in front of my face or attached to my ear. I want to be available to them and the other people in my life…by BEING.

Positive health thing from today: I ran! I ran outside for 20 glorious minutes. I thought about just going for a walk instead, but there is something about running. For me, it wakes up my body and my soul. I love it and have missed it so much. I need more days like that. Maybe tomorrow.

Here’s to a healthy tomorrow!

Today’s Accomplishments

I’ve always been one to write lists…and then never follow through with them.  Mainly because I’d write lists that were WAY too overwhelming.  Sometimes, I’ve even broken them down to the point where I had every minute of the day planned out.  Hour by hour.  Not good for a black-and-white type of person like me.  If I didn’t get something completely done by the time I was supposed to move onto the next thing, the whole day would blow up in my face.  So, I did not make a checklist today.  But, boy, did I get a bunch done.  And all before 10AM, too!


Made all three beds (eventually I will be having my girls making their own, but I’m starting small with them, too.  Right now, they clear their places at mealtimes.  Good enough for me.)

Vacuumed the downstairs (isn’t it great when you’re having people over?)

Emptied and reloaded dishwasher

Cleared kitchen counter tops

Washed pots and pans

Started laundry

It’s the little things that seem to make a big difference.  Since tomorrow is Saturday, I’m usually thrown off my routine.  But, the plan is to stick with it and maybe tackle one or two other things as well.  Ah, the sweet smell of victory…no matter how small!  


Foolish.  That’s the only word I can think of to truly describe me these last few weeks.  I have been so foolish: foolish to think that I don’t have to start back at square one; foolish to think that this should ever be an easy road; foolish to feel that I can inspire others without first inspiring myself.  I have started and stopped writing several blog posts since my last.  And this is the truth about many things I do in my life.  Start, then stop.  Start, then, when I have to put some extra work into it, stop.  Give up.  Throw in the towel.

So now it’s time for me to get real.  I can’t just jump back into a fit life like I’ve experienced in the past.  My life is different.  My life has changed in so many wonderful ways…but I don’t handle change well.  I never have.  With my husband being a tax accountant, you can ask him what the month of February is like every year when he disappears from our lives for awhile.  And you can ask him what life is like living with me at the end of April when he pokes his head out of his office and resurfaces into the world as we know it.  I can’t believe he’s still with me! (Joking, of course.)  I’m not fun when it comes to change.  I talk a big game.  I know the ins and outs when it comes to doing a lot of things.  But when it comes time to own up to them, I’m like a scared little kid that hides under the covers from the loud crack of thunder.  I.can’t.own.it.

My life feels upside down right now.  I’ve even gained weight – and that’s after going in for my yearly physical.  Ugh.  And, unfortunately, I haven’t cared.  I’ve felt the pain; I’ve felt the depression that comes along with it.  It hasn’t clicked yet.

People say “it’s ok!  You just had a baby, give yourself a chance to transition!”  While those things are true, it’s not ok.  I need to get in the mindset of this is life or death.  Right now, I may not see any immediate dangers to what I’m doing to my body (eating an entire bowl of popcorn, dripping with melted butter, every night.  Making Mug Chocolate Cake and throwing in half a bag of Reese’s peanut butter chips every night.  Man, this just got real.  Did I really just admit that???), but I am slowly clogging arteries, increasing my risk of heart disease by adding fat around my mid-section, and beating myself down with fatigue every second of the day.  So I need to start back at square one.  I need to look myself in the eye and say, “Michelle, you ARE worth it, and it’s ok that you’re starting small.  You need to start small.”  

My focus has been all over the place.  The most obvious place I can see that is in my home.  I’ve never been neat.  For some reason, that gene totally skipped me.  My mother passed it to my sister without any problem, but me?  No way.  I strongly believe that health reaches all facets of our lives.  If my mind is cluttered and chaotic, my house will reflect that.  So will my body.  So will my moods.  And vice versa on all of that.  So, in order to start living a healthier life, I’m starting in my home.  Clean up, clean out, rid my visual surroundings of the clutter.  But I must start small.  So the one thing I’m focusing on for the week is making the beds.  Hey, I said small, didn’t I?  Making the beds every morning seems to really pull the room together, even with the other clutter in the corners of the room.  I know this seems like a silly thing to be writing on a blog that’s entitled This Fit Mama, but it’s important.  I’ve stuffed my home full of junk, just like I’ve stuffed my body full of junk.  Time to rid both.  Starting with the beds.