Posted in Abundance, BeachBody, benefits of exercise, Entrepreneur, exercise, Finances, Financial Peace, Free Fall, Freedom, goals, Home Based Business, life lessons, Obstacles, Passion, Possibilities, Transparency, Uncategorized, Why, Winning, Writing

In which I create my client persona…

Oddly enough, my client looks a lot like me. 🙂


I could add a whole lot more to that list, but I was trying to give a summary. And I’m not JUST looking for people exactly like me. But it’s a nice place to start. Especially given that I can relate with a person who has gone or is going through what I have and do go through on a daily basis.

I started Beachbody coaching in January and I am terrified every single day that I won’t make it as a coach. I see my successes as a lucky break and there are days when my fears keep me from inviting a single person to change their lives. NOT because I’m afraid of their response to my invitation. I’m afraid that I will fail THEM in the end.

I mean, let’s face it. I’m not a model coach on my BEST days. My follow up still needs a LOT of work and I still have stretches where I don’t work out every day like I am encouraging others to do. Sometimes, my invites sound like a sales pitch and I know I’ve lost before I even get started because I AM the product and I failed to prove that.

I do have an amazing story to tell and not everyone is going to catch fire like I did when I finally realized it. I’m okay with that. What I’m NOT okay with, is letting my own fears douse MY fire right out of the gate. And in the process lose my why and my ability to change lives. How can I change lives if my own passion has fizzled? What use am I if I can’t even motivate myself to work hard and not just wait for you to come to me?

This is a difficult business. It’s not a walk in the park, and my first few months prove that. I hit goals because me and my husband worked our tails off and proved the results to the people we helped. I can’t sit down on the job and expect to bring in a $1500/week paycheck. I’m blessed to be paying for my own Shakeology right now.

I want so badly to be a team leader and to raise up others who are just like me. So I have to constantly return to the bigger picture. A lot of hard work in the beginning is going to make waves the more lives I change every month. I WILL reap the rewards in the long run, and in some ways I am already seeing rewards in the lives I am already inspiring to change.

The first life I have to change, though, is me.

Posted in Abundance, BeachBody, benefits of exercise, discipline, Entrepreneur, exercise, Family, Finances, Financial Peace, Freedom, goals, Gratitude, Home, Home Based Business, Humor, Joy, Time Management, Transparency, Uncategorized, Why, Writing

In which I compare and contrast…

Why I chose Beachbody over a Gym Membership:

  1. I get to work out with my own personal hunk. Yummy!12814267_10100981407354325_9104245845472910326_n
  2. I don’t have to pay for a daycare and have my kids bringing home a million and one new germs for us to experience. funny-5-second-rule-germs-chip-crisp-ground-comic-pics
  3. MY equipment. MY rules. MY germs. ba609f62ee2809242613404935ff3961
  4. I don’t have to go out in the dead of winter to start my freezing cold car at 4:00 in the morning just to drive fifteen minutes to a gym where I workout for 30 minutes and drive home to shower. Notime
  5. Challenge Groups. #nuffsaid
  6. I get to be my OWN coach. Which basically means I get pleasure from inflicting pain on myself. On the plus side, I can call a mean cadence during #22MinuteHardCorps.
  7. I can CIZE it UP and no one will laugh at my dance moves. dance_moves_3_xalext.gif
  8. Personalized meal plans and Shakeology at my fingertips.
  9. It’s a #Family affair. IMG_4063
  10. I get paid to workout, inspire others, and BE the product.
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In which I expound on my WHY…

Okay, so I went into a little bit of my why in my introductory post, but I didn’t really…

But what is a WHY you ask?

Well, it is sort of self-explanatory, but in this particular situation, there is a bit more to it. So explanation first.

A WHY is the reason for a major life change or decision. A WHY is what pushes you past the obstacles and the struggles and the pain to come out on the other side, a VICTOR. A WHY tells others the reason for your sometimes insanely enthusiastic, motivational posts on Facebook…

Got it? Good.  2

On to MY why…

I joined the BeachBody team as a customer because I was tired of being sick and tired all the time. I wanted results and I was willing to work hard to get them. And believe me, the workouts are no picnic. That might have to do with the fact that I’m doubling up to train for a marathon this summer. Or it might not. My  muscles burn whether I run or not.

So my why was wrapped up in the idea that I wanted to be healthy and whole for as long as I live on this earth. Obviously, I cannot control every aspect. I mean I might have to be DRAGGED across the finish line when I run my last marathon at 80 years old, but I CAN control my eating and workouts until then. I might get cancer, but I can do everything in my power to stay healthy and feed my body the good (non-carcinogenic) stuff to minimize that risk.

Because it all comes down to choice.

I choose, every day, to get out of my warm, comfortable bed and burn calories while trying to remember to suck in my (shrinking) gut. I choose to bench press a little heavier every time because I COULD stay with the eight pound weights, but they feel so light in my grip now I might end up accidentally throwing them through the TV screen on my upswing. I choose to NOT eat that piece of cake because my taste buds are FINALLY craving things like carrots and Shakeology and avocados.

Ever heard of Pavlov? Yeah, I know all about conditioning.

We choose junk food because we chose it once and then again until our bodies forgot what health was and adjusted its tastes. But we can also REcondition our bodies to enjoy the good stuff again.

So that was my why for joining BeachBody in the first place. I wanted health and wellness and to last long enough to have my great grand-kids drag me across the finish line at the Boston Marathon.

Becoming an Independent Coach with BeachBody? That’s a whole other WHY all together.

I got a degree in Nursing and by the time I was finished five years after I started, I lost my motivation for it. I forgot my WHY. I’ve volunteered as a nurse at free clinics and had a job a few years out of college, but I never really held onto my why. So I’ve bounced around searching for my why again, trying a few different avenues non-nursing related.

Nothing fit. I’m passionate about a lot of things. Even nursing, though a lot of THAT passion was wrapped up in the fact that I came from several generations of nurses. But my original why was lost in the shuffle and I felt aimless.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve found other passions in my life and other WHYs. I wanted to get married and walk this life with a man who chooses God first and builds his own faith while encouraging and challenging me in mine. I wanted to have children with this same God-honoring man in order to raise up a generation that loves God and represents Christ well. And I really LOVE children. I wanted them to teach me how to love unconditionally and give unreservedly. And they do, every single day. Some days better than others…

So I wasn’t unfulfilled, but I also still wanted to rediscover my WHY and find a way to channel it, whether it was through nursing or through some other avenue that God opened up for me.

But I floated around for a while and jumped into things without really recovering my WHY. Which meant money spent and wasted on hobbies that I didn’t even take out long enough to actually call it a real hobby. I wanted more. I wanted a why that would change the world, one person at a time.

BeachBody Coaching is NOT my WHY. It’s not even my passion. At least, it’s not the whole thing anyway. It’s a tool, a building block, an active pursuit toward my passion. Toward my WHY.

My WHY is this. And I have BeachBody to thank for reminding me of it. My WHY is that I want to help heal the hurts of others. Not in the, “Give me your problems and I will fix EVERYTHING for you,” way. I don’t want to FIX other people’s problems as much of a fixer as I am.

What I want to do is, along with my husband who supports and loves me no matter what, build my business, pay off my debts, and owe no one anything but the continuing debt of love. I want to point others to Christ and do it by showing them how to run the race to win the prize.

My WHY has everything to do with bringing my own body under submission, so that I can prove to others it not only CAN be done, but it MUST be done. I want to share my freedom and passion with others so that they can see the character of God within me. I cannot live a full, exemplary life if I’m not willing to discipline myself in EVERY area of my life. And I use my BeachBody coaching as a jumping off point to encourage others to seek that holistic wholeness.

That, and I REALLY like to beat my body into submission. I highly recommend it.

So yeah. I love the idea of becoming a Diamond Coach and traveling the globe with and without my family along for the ride. I love the idea of making a full time salary on a part time schedule. I love the idea of finally getting out of debt and living like no one else and GIVING like no one else. The monetary aspect is appealing.

But even more so, I want to bring LIFE to others. I want my love and passion to infuse others with a new energy and a renewed sense of accomplishment. I want my presence to be healing and comforting, not bitter and destructive. I want to share my joy with others.

And being a BeachBody Independent Coach is the platform I’ve chosen to bring that life and joy and hope to the world. It’s the way I’ve chosen to share my WHY.


Posted in Abundance, Addiction, BeachBody, benefits of exercise, Carpe Diem, debt free living, discipline, Financial Peace, goals, God, Hope, Joy, laziness, Organization, Spiritual disciplines, Time Management, Winning, Writing

In which I discover freedom and time…

I am addicted to games. Google games, games on the iPad, games on my PC. The temptation of mindless hours of fun is a lot more appealing the more time I spend on such things.

Posted in debt free living, faith, Finances, Financial Peace, Free Fall, goals, God, life, Love, Vehicular Troubles

Dear God

I am thankful that you have provided a vehicle for each of us, loan-free for the last three years. I am also thankful that in spite of accidents, crazy fixes, and weird things like having a car condemned as a danger to our lives, you have kept us safe and made living debt free affordable. It’s been an adventure.

Now however, we are in search of: A reliable van to get us to Bella’s classes this fall/winter. Our van is reliable–when it actually starts. Unfortunately, we never know when it’s going to be stubbornly dead and the battery isn’t the problem. There’s a short somewhere and fixing it will probably be more expensive than just getting a vehicle that actually works 100% of the time.

So we need a gently used, older van. Not worried about mileage, but we’d appreciate something that starts, especially after Jake leaves for work and I’m alone with the kids. If he just worked at one building, we could totally make this one car family thing work for a while longer. We have a new baby coming though and I don’t think that’s going to get us through a Wisconsin winter completely sane. As a caveat, we also need the funding for this gently used, older van. We have an emergency fund, but we are also saving up for a baby’s birth, so every extra penny we have has been designated to that miraculous event.

Having seen you provide in miraculous ways in the past, I’m convinced that this situation is–while frustrating to my human mind–not at all out of your realm of the possible. So I’m thanking you in advance because in spite of my frustration and exhaustion this morning, you gave me this reminder that I am forever in need of you and your amazing grace.

On my knees and in awe,


You are cursed with a curse, for you are robbing Me, the whole nation of you! Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, so that there may be food in My house, and test Me now in this,” says the Lord of hosts, “if I will not open for you the windows of heaven and pour out for you a blessing until it overflows. Then I will rebuke the devourer for you, so that it will not destroy the fruits of the ground; nor will your vine in the field cast its grapes,” says the Lord of hosts.

~ Malachi 3:9-11

In our journey toward freedom from debt, J and I have struggled with the concept of tithing.

See, we’ve seen many sides of the coin. Some people have told us not to tithe at all while we are in debt. Some said stick with just the 10% and no more until you are debt free. Some said 10% off the net, others 10% off our gross. Some tell us that 10% is tithing just to the church and that anything above that is an offering to be used where needed or where we feel God leading.

See, I’ve never been confused about giving the tithe while in debt. That doesn’t bother me at all and in fact, it’s a huge joy to give that 10% and see God work MIRACLES with the rest of our funds. Plus, J and I LOVE to give, so we have a difficult time just sticking with 10%. I’m not saying that to boast. It’s just something we love doing–seeing the joy on the faces of those we’ve helped or giving a secret gift to ease someone’s burden brings US joy. After all, God has been so very generous with us–how can we NOT be generous with others?

We want to pass that generosity on to our children as well.

The problem I have is with all the technicalities. We’ve hemmed and hawed all throughout this journey, trying to figure out the best way to go about tithing. I understand the concept of helping out our church with the tithe, but in the end it’s God’s money.

If (and WHEN) God asks us to give to others, we want to be open for it. Sometimes, He’s asked us to take that 10% and give it to someone in need. Because for me, it’s not just about the local church. It’s about the Body of Christ as a whole. We ARE the church and we belong to God. When He asks us to give, J and I want to give, regardless of where He wants us to give, how and whom He wants us to give to, and what (not just money) He asks us to give.

See, above all else, God is THE God of Grace. One of the most precious gifts He gave us besides the blood of His son, was Grace. We don’t always get it right on this fallen world. We sometimes screw it up and royally.

In the end, if we are truly seeking His will, we can’t go wrong. He asks us to test Him and see the abundance of His grace and blessing. He LOVES us. Most of all, He loves when we seek after Him with all of our hearts.

You are cursed …

Posted in Faith, Hope, and Love, Financial Peace, Marriage and Family, Writing

In which I muse on plans and ponder dreams

I went into college to get a degree. I was 100% sure I wanted to get a nursing degree and I went for it. $50,000 in debt later, I got my degree all right. I also put a huge dent in my hopes and dreams for the future. The crazy thing was, I look back and don’t regret the degree itself. It’s a great degree to have. Of course, being that I never wanted to be a career woman, it will more than likely only be used if (God forbid) Jake was unable to work.

So was it really worth it in the end? I’m still not sure.

My dream didn’t look at all like a nursing degree and $50K in student loans.

I have wanted to be a writer from the time I could pen stories in the dozens of journals I’ve filled over the years. Writing doesn’t make money though–not for the average person. And I’m not going to compromise my own moral convictions to write trash just so I can become an overnight success with crappy grammar and an equally crappy storyline.

Oh, to be an overnight success–with a great storyline and excellent grammar. I dream big, but until it happens, that’s all it is. A dream.

So I plan. I write. I don’t practice using my degree–unless you count the minor medical care I give to my family members.

Don’t read this post and think I am discontent with my life. I am far from discontent. My life is amazing and beautiful and messy and crazy and chaotic and joyful and–I could go on…

I won’t.

We have about six or seven more months before that last dollar is paid down on our student loans. I would really love it if it was sooner. Heck, I’d love it if all of the debt just disappeared with the winter snow and my 29th birthday would be a day for celebrating the lack of money owed. Slavery to debtors just isn’t a birthday present I ever want to have again.

EVER. My family will never know what it means to be indebted to another person again…save for the continuing debt of love. I hate being a slave to money. I hate that I was stupid enough to become a slave to it.

I am so very glad that this year, 2013, will be the year of our freedom.

And maybe someday, my dream of getting published will no longer be just a dream.