Tag Archives: Change

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 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.

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Probably the best picture ever.

8 Feb

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This gem worth at least 1,001 words was shot by my fiancĂ© as I was running around trying to make my sick baby laugh. I know you’re thinking my face should be on magazine covers but let’s face it I’m much too shy and modest. Happy day! Live, love, laugh.

Ready.

22 Jan

I’m ready.

I woke up with the worst stomachache ever and couldn’t stop thinking about all the junk I’ve been stuffing into my body for the past 2 years.

I have cellulite.

I have stretch marks.

My body flaps in places it shouldn’t.

Enough.

I’m posting before pictures. It will be ugly.