I am rotting in this rut of mine.

22 May

I’ve been in this horrible rut for almost 2 weeks.

I want to eat bars of chocolate, stuff my face with chips, and drink coffee like there’s no tomorrow.

I’m tired, stressed, uninspired. It’s quite annoying really.

I’ve felt like this before and usually I’ll snap out of it but this time is different. It’s like I’m set on destroying myself piece by piece.

No matter what I clean or cook or how many times I get up to go to the gym I just keep falling back down.

Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s lack of sleep. Maybe it’s the stress and uncertainty.

Maybe, I need to suck it up and pull myself together.

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Love.

12 May

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My girls and I. Both are around one and I’m 24 on top and 30 in the bottom picture.

Dear mamas of the world, love your children. Love them unconditionally and teach them how to love so they can be lights in this world that can be so cold and dark at times.

Teach them compassion. Teach them forgiveness. Teach them responsibility.

Be the person you want them to be.

Live, laugh, love.

Mother’s Day and why I hate it.

11 May

I hate Mother’s Day.

I’m a mother of two.

I work hard every day of my life providing for the physical and emotional needs of my family. I don’t expect anything in return.

I chose to be a mom.

Being a mom is a 24/7 job, not for the faint of heart. It’s work, work, work, the occasional sacrifice, and guess what? More work. But again, I chose to be a mom.

I don’t need a day for special recognition. I don’t want to go to brunch or dinner or presents. I don’t post things on Facebook asking if you’ve said happy day or if you remembered to call your mom or all that other bullshit that flies around on those days, whatever day it is that you celebrate it.

I don’t expect my kids or husband to make a fuss over me.

I don’t want it. I don’t need it.

I can’t stand moms that guilt trip their children, that demand shit just because I’m your mother. Get the fuck out with that. If you didn’t want to do the work you should’ve thought twice about opening up your legs.

I love my mom because she’s selfless. She’s always done whatever it takes to provide and take care of my brother and I to this day as old as we are. She does it without any expectations. She does it with pure, altruistic love. It’s her example I want to follow.

We don’t wait for Mother’s Day to buy flowers, cards, go to brunch, or give presents. We do it every day in any way we can.

This Mother’s Day you can find me in my pajamas, enjoying the day with my beautiful family, doing nothing. It’s what we would do any other Sunday and Sundays are always special because of the time we get to share together.

Don’t wait for holidays to show affection.

Live, love, laugh, today.

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When it rains…

2 May

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It pours. Anyone know any genies? I just need one wish. What would your wish be?

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30.

30 Apr

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Hi, I’m 30 and a responsible grown up now. Here’s my advice to you. That thing you need? You don’t. Save your goddamn money, honey.

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Movement.

30 Apr

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It’s important. Live, love, laugh. Treasure the moments.

Monday glory.

29 Apr

Mondays are a blessing.

It’s the start of a new week. A new promise. A fresh start.

No matter how shitty last week was, what you did, didn’t do, said, ate, saved for later, ignored… Monday is always a new beginning.

So here’s to today.

Take the extra step, go outside, set some time to workout, be kind, eat more fruits and veggies, look at yourself and say, “Damn, I’m a sexy/kind motherfucker.”

Own your actions, forgive (but don’t forget that shit), clean your goddamn mess (you can’t get your zen on covered in dirty clothes and dishes), turn off the TV/phone/tablet and spend time with your family, listen to the people you love, and most importantly…

Live, love, laugh.

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No excuses, really.

25 Apr

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Get it people. You don’t have to achieve a certain level of muscle, the ass of an 18 year old bikini model, or live up to some picture you saw on your friends cousins Instagram feed. Just be healthy. For you, for your kids if you have them, but really just for you.

No gym? No equipment? Quit your whining.

25 Apr

So you have no money for a gym membership? It’s 40 degrees and you’re cozy in bed? No equipment? Oh no.

This is what you have to do.

1. Find a bebe. Not a cute, wrinkly newborn one. No, a more sturdy one.

2. Borrow the bebe and his/her carrier.

3. Dress accordingly.

4. Strap that baby in and get your ass to walking.

The bebe may not be impressed by the sights or weather but they do provide the same effect as wearing a weighted vest. You can also squat and lunge while they’re there.

Do as much as you can. These little weights tend to be moody and certain models can even be quite loud.

If there are no bebes available get your ass out and walk anyways. Clean up your backyard. Act a fool at the park. Do chores. Be active. However you can, as much as you can.

Don’t let fitness fanatics scare you or make you think your workout is insufficient. Zumba is not Crossfit’s bastard, red headed, step cousin. Whatever you’re doing as long as it’s safe is wonderful and enough. Step it up when YOU feel comfortable.

Live, love, laugh.

Wanna see pictures? Instagram: poor_vida

Picture overload.

24 Apr

As always, something broke down, things didn’t go as planned, money disappeared into thin air and by thin air I mean bills, and I turned 30.

I was really bitter.

So I’ve decided to take a ridiculous amount of pictures and do the thing I hate most; hashtag. I’m also doing more projects, playing with my bebes more, going outside (in the sun, gaaaah), and wearing something other than sweats. Call me old, call me a sellout, call me maybe? Kidding.

I’m going to seriously start writing about the poor life and how I’m living it. I’ll be posting frugal finds, ways to use natural products, cheap eats, and more of this hippie life. Most of my pictures will be on Instagram my username is poor_vida so if you’re ever curious to see pictures of my face, you’re welcome.

Live, love, laugh.