60 Day Transformation

Wow! What a whirlwind year it has been!  Stephen and I have listed our house for sale, I have made Emerald rank with my Beachbody business, and my kids are happy and healthy. What more could I want, right?  Well it turns out the answer is A LOT MORE!

I have achieved many of my goals for this year (ie: making Emerald, getting our house ready to list, etc.) , however, around the end of March I began to feel stuck!  I wanted to become a Diamond Beachbody Coach. I wanted to finally get to my goal weight.  I wanted to make personal development a priority.  I wanted to stop frivolous spending.  Wow, that was a lot that I wanted, and I was so close in so many areas!  I was 10 lbs from my goal weight, I needed two Emerald coaches on my team to make Diamond.  I needed a final push.  Cue my homemade 60 Day Transformation Plan!

I had an April PiYo Challenge Group coming up, and thought that this was the PERFECT launching pad for my 60 Day Transformation.  I would start on April 15th with my Challengers.  I set out making my goals for the 60 days of April 15th- June 13th:


I swore to myself that by June 13, 2016 all of these goals would be met.  So I set to work breaking down HOW I would do this.  I will break this part up into two posts, since it will get REALL WORDY!!

Make Diamond Rank

This was a HUGE goal of mine.  If I could make Diamond by June 13th, that means I would have reached this milestone within 6 months of becoming a coach.  I had enough coaches in my downline but I needed to mold two of them into Emerald coaches!  Molding and leading and mentoring are some of the things I love about coaching.  So to make this goal, my plan for the next 60 days was as follows:

  • Check in with each coach at least twice a week.  Send them videos, personal development suggestions, and make sure they were listening to the weekly National Wakeup Call.  Ask what kind of support they needed from me in order to make Emerald!
  • Host two Glance Into Coaching Groups. Within the next 60 days I wanted to host two more Glance into Coaching Facebook groups.  I saw huge success in my own business with these, and I thought I could add a few more coaches to my downline and assist my coaches in becoming Emerald if I made sure to host killer Glance into Coaching groups.
  • Do and track the four vital behaviors EVERYDAY:  I finally had a tracking system that worked for me!  It was time to use it, to Power Hour EVERYDAY, and to dial into those vital behaviors!


Hit my Goal Weight of 145 lbs

Another huge goal.  If I could hit this goal by Addy’s1st birthday (June 7th) I would be on top of the world.  I would show other moms that it is possible!  I have not been this weight since before I was pregnant with Ella 4 years ago!  It was time for the final push and I was so ready!

  • Commit to 60 Days of No Cheats, Just Treats.  If I was going to do this, I knew it would take an extended period of time of fueling my body with good nutrition.  I was already creating meal plans for my PiYo Challenge Group, so I decided to follow them TO A T! No cheat meals, one treat a week on Friday night.  It was 60 days, I could totally do this.
  • Press Play on PiYo everyday and Run 3 Times Per Week.  I wanted to show my challengers that I was committed to this program.  I wanted to be a true product of the product!  I also love to run and as the weather got warmer I knew I would want to get outside.  So running 3 times per week, 3-5 miles each time, was added to the list.


I am currently on day 5 of my 60 Day Transformation and I feel on fire!  I really feel like I can hit all of these goals and I feel like at the end of these 60 days incredible things will have happened in my personal and professional life!

Do you set goals?  

Do you do big pushes for those goals?  

What do you hope to accomplish in the next 60 days?


Ella’s First Christmas

Every time I think about getting caught up on blogging, I just get over whelmed and take a nap.  So lets just start from last week 🙂

We celebrated Ella’s first Christmas with my side of the family in Pennsylvania.  We left at bedtime on Monday night (the best and only time to travel with a child who still hates the car).  This was perfect because it meant we got to spend all of Christmas Eve Day at my sisters house!  Ella had a wonderful time with her cousins.  She is at such a fun age and it was amazing watching her interact with my sisters kids.  She and Blake are only about 10 weeks apart and they were particularly interested in each other.  On Christmas Day, after all the presents were opened, we headed to my parents house about an hour away to spend a few days relaxing, eating, and enjoying each other company.  

Having a child during the holidays has been stressful, and fun, and amazing, and exhausting.  We nixed our tree this year because it just sounded terrible to try and keep Ella away from all the pointy needles and glass ornaments.  Christmas morning she had no idea what was happening, but totally fed off the excitement from her cousins.  She squealed with delight as she played with ribbons and bows and wrapping paper.  It made me really excited for next year when she has more of an idea of what is happening!

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Taking a leap of Faith: Leaving My Job

Warning: very very wordy post below!

When I was 18 years old I decided I wanted to be an accountant.  My dad had been an accountant, had a Ph.D. in business and accounting, and taught accounting and finance as a professor at Bucknell University.  I loved it.  I totally geek’d out on the numbers, I loved the way everything was SO logical, and I loved that there was ALWAYS a right answer.  And excel?!?!  Give me a break.  The best.


I went through 4 years of college, and LOVED my accounting classes.  I loved my finance classes.  I landed an internship with the best accounting firm in the country, Pricewaterhouse Coopers, the summer between my junior and senior year.  This lead to a full time offer.  I was well on my way to what I thought I always wanted, to be a partner at a big 4 accounting firm.


Remember the saying “If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plan”? .  Well, lets just say He would have laughed in my face if he heard my 5, 10, and 15 year plans.  Married. Senior accountant. Kids. Manager. Director. Partner. Ha! It all blew up in my naive little face.  I knew within 2 weeks of starting at PwC that this line of work, public accounting, was just not for me. But my god, I had just spent YEARS preparing for this.  THIS was the big time.  Why was I not loving this?  I felt like a failure .


Long story short, I left this job for another accounting job after only a year with the firm.  I started as an investment accountant for an independent administrator in 2009 and at first I loved it.  I loved the people, loved my boss, loved the work.  I was never crazy about the type of people that were my clients, the big wig hedge fund managers who helped bring this country and the world on the brink of disaster.  But man, I loved doing their accounting.  Slowly the but surely, the mis management of the company I was working for, the abusive clients, and the fact that I just never felt like I was HELPING anyone, it all started to weigh on me.  I needed a change, I needed an outlet.

In May 2012 I decided to get my Yoga Teacher certification.  It was an incredible journey that truly allowed me to find myself.  I fell in LOVE with teaching yoga, and deepened my practice to a level I never knew possible.  I had always concentrated on the physical aspect of yoga, but going through teacher training allowed me to come to know a spiritual side of yoga.  About 2 weeks after beginning teaching training I found out I was pregnant with Ella.  Over the next 10 months I changed as a woman, a soon to be mom, a yoga instructor, and as an accountant.  I no longer felt the urgency I had once felt with my clients.  I honestly no longer cared if their deadlines were met because, let face it, this stuff was not life and death.  I was seeing the more meaningful side of life in a deep spiritual yoga practice and growing a life inside of me.  Frankly, hedge funds just did not matter to me anymore.


After I went back to work in June 2013, I knew it would not last.  I sat down with my husband, crunched some numbers and realized that we had enough in savings for me to not bring any money in for a year.  In that time I decided I would build my yoga practice and try to make a part time career out of it.  I questioned my decision constantly until I gave my notice.  Was I doing the responsible thing?  I make good money and have a secure job, was I being selfish in leaving this security behind? In the end, what it came down to was Ella.  Not only being able to care for her every single day, but also allowing her to see her mom doing something she was passionate about.  I wanted her to know that life does not need to be all about money and paychecks and power and client approval.  Life is about so much more.  I wanted to practice what I would preach to her, so in the end of June I gave my notice.  I agreed to stay until the end of quarter books were closed, which would mean my last day would be August 1st.


I walked out those doors on August 1st and have never looked back.  I have learned to live without the big paycheck and the bonus and living for the approval of my clients .  I get to snuggle with my daughter in the morning in our pj’s until 10 if I want to.  I get to only concentrate on HER if she is having a bad night, rather than worrying how my work will be affected the next day.  And I get to leave 16 hours a week (so far) and do something I absolutely love.  That passion I used to feel about numbers and logic and everything having a right answer?  That is the same passion I feel for yoga and for the exact opposite reasons that I loved accounting.  There is not just one right answer, there are so many right answers.  I leave a yoga class invigorated and feeling alive, instead of beaten down and tired like I did after leaving my accounting job.


Maybe I will go back to accounting one day.  Maybe I won’t.  I just want to do something I am passionate about, something that helps people, and something that allows me to see all the amazing milestones that my daughter is knocking out of the park.  Go Ella!  Mama is here every step of the way .

Oh hey, I have a blog?

Remember when I started this blog back when I was pregnant with Ella?  I imagined myself writing monthly updates and little tid bits about sleep and solids and postpartum workouts.  Then Ella turned 4 months, and I went back to work, and she stopped sleeping well, and I became a zombie who could barely put one foot in front of the other.


I am so behind in writing and updating that I have no idea where to begin. So maybe at the beginning??


Lots has happened since my last update.  For one thing, I left my corporate job as an investment accountant to be a full time stay at home mom and a part time yoga instructor.  It was hands down the best decision of my life.  I know being home with a child is not for everyone, and not everyone is blessed enough to even have that as a choice.  However, I finally feel like I am finally doing what I was put on this Earth to do.  Being a mom and bringing yoga to as many people as possible?  Now that sounds like a good life to me.


I also decided to go on medication for postpartum depression.  I was really struggling with what I thought was baby blues for a long time.  Some days were awesome, other days were terrible, but most days were somewhere in the middle.  Feeling sad, waking up every morning telling myself that today would be different.  Today I would be happy.  One foot in front of the other, all that jazz.  But nothing got better.  In the end of June I went on medication, and I am so happy I did.  My only regret is that I waited so long to go to my doctor.  I will be writing more about this since I know so many women suffer in silence.


I decided to wean Ella from breastfeeding at 8 months.  We are down to one feeding a day, and I am having really mixed feelings about it.  Part of me thinks I jumped the gun in weaning and the other part cannot wait to have my body back.  I am excited to write more about this as well!


Expect lots of posts (and lots of pictures!) coming soon!  All about being a mom, and of course, being me!



3 Months

Dear Ella,

3 months

I have no idea how it happened, but somehow on May 22nd you turned three months old.  There is so much to say about you that I have no idea where to begin.

Mommy started this journey through motherhood tripping and stumbling, never quite sure if I was doing the right thing.  Always just trying to get through the day, and not incredibly confident in my ability to take care of you.  As the months have gone by, I think we have both found our footing.  We have gotten to know each other so well, and I find myself feeling naked without you on my hip or in your sling.  I can now say with a certain level of confidence, that I am getting the hang of this mothering thing.  I have learned that the only thing consistent is inconsistency, and I am ok with that.  You have become the greatest joy in my life.  My biggest accomplishment.  The apple of my eye.

I watch you everyday, learning new things, taking in the world around you.  Everything you learn is incredible to watch, but it is somewhat sad as well.  With every new milestone I know you are becoming less and less a baby.  I find myself wanting time to just slow down , so I can appreciate you even more than I already do.  You are growing up so fast, showing so much spunky personality, and amazing us each and everyday.

Right now your favorite toys are your play mat and Sophie the giraffe.  You started to actually like tummy time thanks so a really cool toy that Grandma go you and are now an expert roller- over-er from your stomach to your back.  When I come into your room in the mornings you are usually very smiley and ready to start your day.  Every so often there are days when it seems you need a little extra time, so we rock and cuddle in our chair and sing songs until you are ready to start your day.

You have become an awesome crib napper and no longer wake up with a startled shriek when I try to put you down in the crib.  You are still being swaddled, but that will be changing very soon.  You still have an absolute hatred for riding in the car, and mommy has just learned that she does not need to go places as badly as she used to and really is leaning to enjoy her time with her home body baby.

You are still being exclusively breast fed and even though I was once convinced I would stop breast feeding at 3 months because it was just too hard, I am now so happy I stuck with it.  Breast feeding has gotten easier and easier, and as long as my supply keeps up I will be breast feeding you for as long as possible.

Daddy and I have bets going about when we think you will start crawling.  I am saying 5 months at the latest.  That means we only have 2 more months to baby proof our house!  You seem so ready to GO, and I know once you start being able to move you are very unlikely to stop.

Thank you so much for these past three months Ella.  You are an incredibly joy, and constant challenge, and an amazing addition to my life that I would not trade for the world!


During the day I am very often over whelmed and feel like a big ball of adrenaline.  I am constantly wondering if I am doing anything right when it comes to my child, and I find myself second guessing my decisions more often than I should.  Then she wakes up from a nap, so happy, and smiles a great big gummy smile as soon as she hears my voice and all those feelings melt away.  Sometimes I hear her on the monitor in the middle of the night, drag myself to feed her in her nursery, feeling so tired and wondering how I will ever stay awake long enough to feed her.  Then I look down at her amazing eye lashes as she feeds, and she pauses for a second to let a sleepy smile creep across her face .  Suddenly I have all the energy in the world and I know that these middle of the night feedings will end all too soon and I need to enjoy them.  I need to enjoy the bonding time with my first child, with my little girl.  photo (3)



There has been a lot that has been over whelming about mother hood, there have been some rough days and nights, and I know that there will always be challenges.  But I need to remember that everything I am doing is worth it.  I love my daughter more than I ever thought possible, and love watching her grow and thrive everyday.  I guess what they say is true when it comes to raising children, the days are long but the years are short.  I need to enjoy every minute with her while I still can!

My First Post Partarm Run

Yesterday, without meaning to, I went on my first post partum run.  It was quite the adventure.

Ella and I woke up to the sun shining and temperatures in the 50’s!  After a particularly long winter, this was a welcome site.  I immediately texted a few friends, thinking they might have the day off for Easter Monday, in search of a few people to take a walk with.  My friend Lisette said she could be at my house by 2 for a nice long afternoon walk on our favorite trail.  I knew I couldn’t wait until then so Ella and I ventured out on our own for a little jaunt around the block in the Moby wrap.  She slept while I enjoyed the warm sun

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Once Lisette got my house at 2 we were on our way to the Rails to Trails.  We parked, got the stroller set up, and were on our way.  It had gotten a little bit chillier since that morning and there was a noticeable change in the air.  I had looked at the forecast right before leaving and there was no chance of rain, so THAT did not even cross my mind.  We were walking and talking and right as we turned around to head back, about a half mile from the car, the sky opened up and rain started to POUR!  My mommy brain kicked in and all I could think of was the fact that my 5 week old baby was getting soaked.  I threw all the blankets I could find from the diaper bag over her car seat and started to run back toward the car.

I have not even attempted to run since November.  I have not even done a speed walk since a few days before delivery.  So a half mile sprint with my mind thinking that my baby was going to catch pneumonia was pretty taxing.  My lungs burned, my legs hurt, and lower abdomen ached.  We made it back to the car, and it turned out that Ella had slept through the whole thing.  She was bone dry and her skin was still very warm.  I put her in the car, cranked up the heat, and got home as fast as possible!

So there it is.  My first post partarm run.  It did not go as planned., obviously, but nothing in motherhood really goes as planned.  I am grateful that my legs were strong enough to get Ella back to the car before much damage was done, and was even happier that I had a friend there with me to laugh about this on the way home.  One run down, hundreds to go!

Pity Party

I just had a major pity party for myself in the bathroom at work.  I am over whelmed over the following things:

  • Its year end and I am crazy busy and stressed
  • I am 9 months pregnant at a very stressful time of year at work
  • I have 3 weeks until maternity leave and about 6 weeks worth of work
  • I have never felt so tired in my life (and yes I realize I am about to be more tired with a new born. )
  • Everyone seems to have an opinion about my pregnancy and how big I am and I just do not have the energy to hear about it anymore.
  • In a matter of weeks I will be pushing a BABY out of my VAGINA.

After said pity party I immediately gave myself an imaginary slap in the face, pulled on my big girl panties and told myself the following:

  • Its year end and I am crazy busy and stressed THIS TOO SHALL PASS
  • I have 3 weeks until maternity leave and about 6 weeks worth of work THE WORLD WILL NOT END IF NOT EVERYTHING GETS DONE.  I AM DOING WHAT I CAN WITH THE TIME I HAVE LEFT
  • I have never felt so tired in my life (and yes I realize I am about to be more tired with a new born. THIS TOO SHALL PASS
  • Everyone seems to have an opinion about my pregnancy and how big I am and I just do not have the energy to hear about it anymore. I HAVE THE ABILITY TO SMILE AND NOD.  
  • In a matter of weeks I will be pushing a BABY out of my VAGINA. MANY PEOPLE WOULD KILL FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY AND WILL NEVER GET IT.


There.  Pity party over.  Big girl panties on.  Life is not bad, its just a bad day.



Packing the Hospital Bag

Its about that time.  Time to get a hospital bag packed for the trip to the hospital!  I get very emotional thinking about this trip to the hospital.  It seems to surreal that Stephen and I will leave our house as a family of 2, and return as a family of 3.  Unreal.  I have thought a lot about what we will need while we are in the hospital.  I tend to over pack. A lot.  I will bring 7 bathing suits for a weekend trip to the beach.  I will bring an entire rolly suitcase full of going out outfits for an overnight trip with friends.  So I expect my hospital bag will have lots of items we will never even touch.

Here is what I have set out so far:

For baby:

  • Going home outfit
  • hat (it will be COLD!)
  • a few pairs of newborn pj’s
  • Special blanket from her great grandmother
  • burp clothes, swaddles, and muslin blankets


For me:

  • Socks
  • 2 pairs of sweat pants
  • 2 nursing tank tops
  • 2 nursing bra’s
  • Bath robe
  • Maternity jeans and a nursing shirt for the ride home


  • Gigantic pump style container of hand sanitizer (this flu epidemic is no joke)
  • Chocolates for the nurses on both the labor and delivery and postpartum floors (I’ll buy this closer to D day)
  • Travel size toiletries (shampoo, body wash, lufa, lotion)
  • Nipple cream

I believe that is about it for now.  I’m sure it will change a thousand times in the next 3 weeks, and I am sure some things will not be used and I will realize I totally forgot something else.  This is usually the case with the first child!


Cheers 2013.

Wow wow wow.  I cannot believe it is 2013 already.  Looking back over the last three years (2010, 2011, and 2012) I cannot believe how much my husband and I have accomplished.  We set up a list of various goals and I am excited to say that we crushed every one of them, and grew a lot as individual people and as a married couple in the process.  I have never felt more secure in my life and more ready for what is to come.

Three years ago we were living in an apartment, I was working at my current position and Stephen was working at a small machine shop in Massachusetts   At that point we knew we wanted to start a family, but there were several steps between out current situation in January 2010 and baby makin’.  We wanted to buy a home, Stephen wanted to be in a job he liked better and would be more permanent, we knew we wanted to have a certain amount of money saved so I could take a long maternity leave, and get out of all non-mortgage debt.  Personally I wanted to lose the 15-20ish pounds I had hanging on me since college, and run a few “last hurrah” long races.  Seemed like a long list that should have taken a long time.  But we got to work immediately.

Within a year, at the end of 2010, we had purchased our house, I had lost some weight, I had run my first marathon, and I had started practicing bikram yoga in an attempt to become much healthier.

In 2011 we set out to pay off all non-mortgage debt.  We set up accelerated monthly payment plans on credit cards, my car, and a few other things and set to work.  I am proud of the way we stuck to it and by midnight on December 31, 2011 we were in zero debt besides our mortgage.

I had no idea at the time, but 2012 would be an incredible year for me both from a goal oriented and a personal stand point.  Little did I know that by the end of the year not only would I be 8 months pregnant with a baby girl, accomplish a 50 minute full marathon PR, and have more than enough money saved to take my dream maternity leave of 16 weeks; but I would also be well on my way to becoming a yoga teacher and feel more secure and centered than I ever thought possible at my age.

I am exactly where I need to be, still with goals and hopes for the new years, but totally content enjoying exactly where I am.  2013 will bring labor and delivery, mother hood, maternity leave, yoga teacher certification, and hopefully many other amazing memories with our new family of three.  I cannot wait to sit back, sip coffee, give birth, learn lessons, cry, laugh, and love on my brand new baby girl.  Cheers 2013.  You are going to be the very best.

“No one longs for what he or she already has, and yet the accumulated insight of those wise about the spiritual life suggests that the reason so many of us cannot see the red X that marks the spot is because we are standing on it.  The treasure we seek requires no lengthy expedition, no expensive equipment, no superior aptitude or special company. All we lack is the willingness to imagine that we already have everything we need. The only thing missing is our consent to be where we are.” ~Barbara Brown Taylor