Hey Mrs. E…

As I walked out of the overly air conditioned building on the cool June evening I am in a rush, my principal just asked me to get something from the car. It is the end of the IMG_1641graduation ceremony and everyone wants to get on their way. As the sun hits my face I hear to the far left of me, “Hey Mrs. E” with a big, bright smile and the most enthusiastic hand wave. A student that only 30 minutes before this walked off the stage and I burst with happiness and tears at the accomplishment. He hugged me tight and I sadly muttered, “I am so very proud of all your hard work.” I know that is what I am supposed to say. But I truly meant it.

As I walked away from the building every where you looked there were families celebrating my students.  But in that moment, I saw families celebrating their children. I saw first generation students beam with pride as their parents, siblings, aunts, cousins, uncles, and grandparents looked on in awe of their accomplishments. I saw so much diversity, love, and uniqueness that I thought my heart would burst.

I thought to myself. This is why I do this. This is my purpose. I have gotten to be such a fun and meaningful part of such an amazing school. But this year was hard. I emotionally struggled in a lot of ways I never have. The emotional toll of educating wore me down. The one thing that likely touches all educators, but most of us never really talk about for a variety of reasons most of which are private and we cannot share.

So we sit with it, sometimes it grows and festers, and sometimes we get lucky and we find a vice that helps us channel it in a healthy way. Sometimes the vice is eating tacos every Friday night and other times is a weekly shopping trip to Target. On a good day for me it is a 4:30AM work out and a night I can manage to stay up until 9:30. But on a bad day, I eat a little too much chocolate and head to bed by 7:30.

But I do it for students like him. I do it for the students who have no clue how much of my own self I put into my classroom and my job. I do it for the ones who sometimes make it hard. I do it for the ones who need me most either my teaching, my motherly style, my sassy self, the strong independent woman, or even just a consistent positive person. I do it for all of them that need a teacher like me because I needed and luckily had a teacher like me.

But in that moment in the parking lot, I heard, “Hey, Mrs. E…” I looked back at him. I waved as hard and emphatically as he did and as I walked away I smiled because it happened. I get to do what I love. I am a educator.

Gratefully, MR.


Goodbye, Class of 2018.

Every year this post exists. I bid adieu to our current class…my previous crop of students. I teach primarily juniors. I have a sprinkle of seniors. But in their junior years, I spend a lot of time with them. A lot. This class came to me after losing one of their very loved teachers, spending a lot of time with another English teacher that they love dearly. I was essentially an interloper. It scared me and I felt defeated from the beginning. They scared me (Read my 2016-2017 year end wrap up). But I know one thing. My heart and the importance of being authentically myself in the classroom. That is what this class did for me. They gave me confidence to see beyond my own reach because I feel like they had to do that and I got to witness it.

The second and likely most impactful to me as a professional and personally was feeling my own calling and purpose shift and change. The world has been trying to tell me awhile, but I ignored it or just wasn’t picking up on it. I am not even sure I have entirely figured it out. But I am getting there slowly. It isn’t a story I am ready to tell or even have put all together. But I have found a voice I didn’t know I had. Now I just need to articulate it. My dream is bigger than I could ever imagine and it scares me.

I have been making huge strides to answer that calling. HUGE. It is only just beginning and that class and my juniors this year (look for my year in wrap up for 2017-2018 school year in the coming days) will be forever linked to this life change for me. They all have no clue; but one group showed me it is okay to do things that people think you can’t/shouldn’t do and the other encouraged me to see beyond my own strengths to get closer to my purpose and to my faith and see how they are inextricably intertwined for me.

Back to the class of 2018…They were underdogs not of their own making. They were the third “child”, our third class. The class where rules were getting firmly established and a little less guinea pig. They had some ownership, but had to work a bit harder for it. They had to go through the same growing pains as our first two classes, but it was different.

The emotional part and the part that made me proud was watching how they rose to the occasion despite the attention being paid to the others. They just plugged away, did their business and waited. I also got to be there and have a front seat in their junior year when people started taking notice and their stories were being made. I am not saying they didn’t start before then, but that is the cool thing about teaching juniors and seniors. They begin finding their voice, their own purpose and you get to see it. I won’t say I underestimated them because I don’t think as a teacher I could ever underestimate my students (again more on that in my year end wrap up). But some did. They underestimated themselves.

I think what I loved most about this class is the accomplishments and stories in those accomplishments. Most of the accomplishments have stories behind them that very few will actually hear.

Yesterday as they walked across the stage and I thought of those stories my heart literally felt like it could burst. I want to scream how hard they worked and tell their stories. But they aren’t my stories. I am just a tiny piece in a gigantic puzzle.

All I know is I will hear their names again. My love and honor to my students of the class of 2018. Love wins. It always does.


My diet…KETO

Hi All, long time no talk. How many times have I started a post that way? Let’s put it this way… A LOT! I have not had much to say on the ol’ blog so I haven’t written much. But I have gotten tons of requests for this one so here it is.

For three years I have practiced and followed for the most part 21 day fix portions. Very rarely to I venture off of that path. It helps me to maintain and to lose when I am super hard core with it. The nice part is it is NOT a diet. It is just an easy guide to what your body needs based on your wants without calorie counting.

But life happens and I get stressed, sad, mad or whatever and my carb intake slowly sneaks up or I convince myself I need an extra whatever. Then sometimes my old habits of wanting a pepsi or pop to cure comes back. I have found a way to combat that.



Keto has just been something that has really clicked for me. But I don’t do complicated and keto is sometimes complicated. It is essentially tracking macros but I don’t have time for that. So I have tried to simplify it for myself. Just be sure if you are doing it to experiment with it and what helps for you.

To get myself into ketosis I go straight basic and use about 5 things.

  1. Nitrate Free bacon…basically find the cleanest bacon around and be prepared to spend money here but your body will thank you and it is NOT forever. I go through 4-5 packages of bacon that first week. Check to be sure no additional sugars and that it is zero carbs. Some brands like to sneak in extra sugars.
  2. Sausage…Again the cleanest but here in my town things are limited so Bob Evans it is. No extra sweeteners. Check to be sure it is zero carbs. You can do links or patties or heck even both. I have and do.
  3. Hamburger meat…I purchase mine from a butcher shop and get 80% lean. I make taco meat, hamburgers and fry it in butter. Yes butter.
  4. Eggs. Hard boiled. Fried in butter. Over easy with lots of butter. Scrambled in butter.
  5. Can you guess the last one? Butter. Get the absolute best kind you can find. The European ones are seriously good. But just don’t buy junk butter and check the carb content. You want zero carbs. That means zero additional sugars.

I also will some times add in avocados, pork rinds, salads and cheese sticks (check for zero carb versions). I use a variety of dressings and vegetables like broccoli and green beans and butter them. Who doesn’t love butter on veggies? And you will need to be generous with salt the first week because it helps combat keto flu/carb flu as you transition into ketosis. You up that salt with things like pickles and olives…again just check that carb content.

So for breakfast I usually will eat 1 sausage patty. 4 pieces of bacon and 2 eggs at around 8. Then I eat around 12:40-1 I will eat my hamburger meat fixed over a salad or just eat the meat itself with a side of a green veggie. Be careful of veggies that are higher carbs like potatoes (sweet/white). Corn. Then I eat 6ish and I usually am pretty strict again about fats and eat a fish protein or hamburger with lots of butter and garlic and veggie and salad. I am usually a little more adventurous after I am in ketosis.

Oh and this is worst part of keto…NO FRUIT. Now some can eat berries and be fine. I am not one of them. I eat them and BOOM I am knocked out of ketosis. So I steer clear altogether. Yes it sucks!

The first week I try and stay as basic as I can. If I feel hungry yes I will eat pork rinds. But I am not a fan. But they are zero carb and give you that snacky feeling that is sometimes hard in the first week.

Now to check to see if you are in keto you can purchase urine strips. Or do blood or there are breath meters. I find urine strips are easy and cheap. But they are the least accurate. I did purchase a keto blood meter. I use it occasionally…mostly to check I am in ketosis (so once I test positive on blood for ketones) I am done. The strips for my meter cost 30$ for 10 off Amazon.

The best way to know you are going into ketosis is you get this filmy gross feeling in your mouth. Your breath isn’t the best. It is acetone in your breath. Hence the breath meter. I don’t have one. I also get the jitters in the AM for a day or so. Once those two things pass I am good and I know I am in ketosis.

Then I vary my diet a bit more using websites, podcasts  and cookbooks like:

I will tell you though be extremely careful of adding too much variety. You need to see what feels good for your body and keeps you in ketosis. Start with one or two basic recipes and make a lot so that you can get through a few meals with little thought.

Add in snacks like meat sticks  and pepperoni (always watching that carb content). You want to aim for 20 carbs or less a day. My body reacts to carbs so much so I really shoot for 10 or less especially in the first month.

The go to bible for me is Keto Connect. Use the calculator on this website to help you calculate how much fat you need. You will find you will have a lot. For me, I know I struggle to meet my fat I need daily. So I have to watch my protein intake daily.

I am lactose intolerant and cannot get a lot of my fat from cheeses and heavy cream like a lot of the recipes suggest and I don’t do complicated, so I eat the fattiest meats I can and drink bulletproof coffee. I sometimes will make fat bombs but again I don’t do complicated and I am not a huge fan of stevia sugars (I get migraines). So I recognize that and just do the best I can.

My bulletproof coffee I do when I need more fats is one tablespoon of butter melted and 1 cup of coffee blended and I add cinnamon to the top because straight cinnamon is really good for you. You can add heavy cream but I watch my dairy close. The blending makes it especially frothy. It will leave a buttery film on your mouth and you know you did good.

Once you are well into ketosis you can really use the carb math trick. Look at amount of carbs and then the fiber and you can subtract fiber from carbs and get net carbs. Need more explanation. Be careful with this because bars like Atkins do this…and they work but it is easy to get yourself into trouble with this.

I basically use it to treat myself occasionally like once or twice a week with half a cup of Halo Top Ice Cream or a low carb bar. You can easily knock yourself out of ketosis with this.

And how do you know you’ve had too many carbs and you don’t test your urine, blood or breath? I wake up with a “hangover” type of headache. It is bad. It is basically carb flu. Drink lots of water and up your sodium intake for the day, eat lots of fats and very strict with a low carb intake (like I will go down to zero or 5) and usually you will be back in ketosis within a day.

Finally, the benefits are your energy. I just have more pep in my step, my brain fog lifts and I not nearly as hungry and I can fast intermittently. I have gone 16 hours without eating and had no issues what so ever.

This for me isn’t a forever diet. I am not as good at working out during keto and that is SO important to me. I lose stamina. So if I do it it is to get myself back on track and I add in 2 servings of carbs later. Or I use it till I get my weight back where I want it and then again add in my 2 servings of carbs (my recommended daily allotment).

You can do it though and workout. I just hate complicated so I haven’t ever taken the science that far. I hope to make do that this summer when there is more time.

I just know I love it.

Need more info find me on the socials @ mommyrhetoric because you can see my journey there on instagram.

It’s Been a Bit.

Not much has happened, but life really. Life happens so fast sometimes I barely have a chance to catch my breath. So I think a photo collage is in order. A recap of the last few months. I have had so many “topics” with which to write about, but I haven’t. I guess you could say I was living in the moment.

Our musical this spring is Shrek and with it has come everything with the intensity that is Shrek. So the free moments are often spent doing laundry, eating or sleeping.


So much grading that in fact all of the ink has been spilled from these pens. No joke! Oh and a puppy happened to. We rescued Kasey Tuli and maybe I already shared but who cares about extra puppy pictures? Not me and if you do…BYE! Kasey is four months old today. She came to us a scrawny 4lbs and needing some meat on her bones to 15 pounds of love and hugs with some meat on her bones. We are in love. She is just such a good dog.

But we love our Roxie the Doxie so much. We also appreciate your warm (not a big dog ) cuddles a lot more now.


And I like so many educators have felt so moved and upset by the Parkland Tragedy. I have no answers or solutions. I just want my kids safe. I want them to have an environment right in learning and acceptance and not fear and anxiety.  I am not going to lie this is one event that SHOOK me *using the colloquial term of today*. I want the people making decisions about this to make level headed decisions not based in fear or in money from lobbys.

And so much time spent in the car….It is never ending.

But sometimes with my favorite people!

And lots of coffee has to be procured because coffee and busy mom life just go together…so call me a cliche…I will deal.

So Shrek…it happens this weekend! ACK!!! The one where I play Queen Lillian (Fiona’s mom) and I co-direct with my work bestie and I so enjoy the warmth of stage lights.

And of course I have worked out. Almost every day. It is imperative when time is this crunched and stressful. New Workout pants help with motivation, too.

And what about just some plain random silliness from my life. An alum who is last minute writing a paper for their current classes in your room. Or the person who keeps drowning the plastic horses in playdoh and gets a stern warning from another student. Or an impending college visit for our girl. Or an amazing play watching a previous drama student strut her stuff in “I love you. You are perfect. Now change.” Or a movie or two. Or my guy who turned 44.

All of this chaos is not anything I would change in the least. I love it all.

Over here…Just being.

I know I have been quiet. I haven’t wanted to add much to the noise of the world and if I did have something to add it didn’t feel entirely useful at the time. I am always heavily influenced by the latest devastating catastrophe in the news. I have found myself stuck when the rest of the world moves on and yet again this one is no different.

A month ago I connected with this teacher. I believe the universe sends us signs in the form of people or things. This instagrammer was teaching Romeo and Juliet. My least favorite thing to teach. When you look at a roomful of English teachers who gush on and on about Shakespeare you won’t find me. Partially, he intimidates me and partially I think it is all undeserved hype.

But this instagrammer  made me want to read Romeo and Juliet. She made me excited for it and I saw her kids excited, so I began to work on and develop my plan for teaching it May. My sign from the universe, one of my weakest units found some renewed strength from this tiny teacher over there doing her thing down in Florida. I could tell this story 100x with 100 other teachers I have connected with.

In the fall of this year I presented for a PD day the importance of connecting with our “virtual” teacher community and I discussed the friendships I have made over the years and how it has driven my teaching, helped me find a passion I am not sure I could found other places. I discussed how it made the world feel a little smaller and multiplied teaching resources 10 fold.

Then another mass shooting took place on Valentine’s Day. I held myself together until I could get to my car and hear and once I did I had no idea of just how bad it was.

You guys it was bad.

But it wasn’t as bad as it was when I saw the post that my virtual teacher connection posted she was finally evacuated and was okay and reassured us that she protected her students as best as she could. I swallowed hard. I cried. I felt paralyzed in fear because suddenly the world really was smaller.

Usually these shootings were just random people in the world. I lacked the ability to connect with these things in real ways. I always tried to pay homage and give them the respect I could and I did the best I could. But this one some how different because I have seen that classroom and the students in it. I have literally seen the most positive parts of that classroom. The laughter and giggles and inspiration that the classroom has driven.

And it was just snuffed out. Gone. Wiped out in a matter of seconds.

And I wonder how does it come back, will it ever? Those lives, those people, their lives forever a different direction. And yes suddenly the reality hits. A reality that is overwhelming and feels unconquerable.

I want to create a meaningful response. I want to create a meaning, but I just search. How does a teacher from Indiana create a meaning and empathy to students, a school community and teacher colleagues in Florida? I don’t know the answer to that yet.

I know I am mad. I know I am tired of these headlines. I know it feels pressing and more important than ever to address. I know my representatives know I feel that way because I have told them. But I want to do more.

I created an aftermath of what I dubbed a lovestorm the following days at school and of course I will do that still. I have always been like that and I am kinda known for that. But I need and want to do more. 224371c684e7ba46ee9ff94f74072e4f--small-things-a-small

It’s only been 3 years.

3 years since I decided to put myself first. 3 years since I began pushing play. 3 years where #lessofme began. In that time a lot of things have transpired and most of which was the girl on the inside came out. I am a strong, fierce, independent warrior of a woman. I knew that already, but I proved it to myself and to the world.

Too long I believed I couldn’t do it. Too long I let others call me the “big one” and I over compensated for what I believed to be my flawed self and lack of control.

Now I embrace those flaws. Hello world…I am all flaws and I love each and every single one of them because it isn’t about how I look in the mirror, or what I put into my mouth or even what size my jeans are. What it is about is how I feel in my skin and I feel amazing. I sweat, take care of my body and take care of my mind. I put myself first.

Happy 3 Year Fitavesary to Myself! Keep going!

Here is what 3 years looks like compiled in selfies.



I saw this picture of me and I decided to make a change.



















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These pictures were taken this weekend.

So much laughter and so many tears. I am proud.

Less of me is a thing – MR 

My Year in Review: 2017

Reading over my goals for 2017 (January 2017 Post) from last year and I find my goals for this year are pretty similar. I also find that some goals I flat out ignored and probably would have been more meaningful if I did more than write them in my blog and forget them…so new goal…physically write them down and look at them often.

And my girls and why I never really tell their stories (February 2017 Post) on my blog or IMG_4749social media anymore. It feels weird…it really does. I mostly talk about myself, my job and my fitness which probably makes me seem so self absorbed. I am not and honestly those sides to myself are probably only like 30% of me. The rest are stories I don’t want to share because they are their stories and they didn’t choose to live their lives so publicly. I did. My guy hates all social medias. So it is teacher me, fitness me and me me that you get. Sorry Not Sorry.

Or the post about my guy and this boring, every day moment that makes marriage feel magical (March 2017 Post).

My heart wanted to burst. The last three months of each of us coming and going and quick kisses in the hall or before one of us falls asleep for the night. The boring, routine married life I dreamed of as a child. The mundane of my happiness in my heart swells my heart. I am grateful for him, for that moment because this is my life. I have dreamed of this life my whole life.

So many times we think love looks like the movies and the breathless meetings and protests of undying love that we would die for. I never wanted or needed that. I needed that stoic, strong man who showed up. The one who loves unconditionally, who stands watch over the world and me. Someone to protect me and my world and in that moment that is what I saw.

After this year in review I am finding one thing incredibly disappointing…I am not writing enough. When I check out the month of April 2017 post and all I have is one and it is about fitness I get sad. There is so much more here to me than this. I started writing a book last year and then some massive life happenings kinda derailed my writing life. I am working on that post now. I will write more in 2018.

In May 2017 I said something that as I read now scares the crud outta me. I said and I quote:

The second and likely most impactful to me as a professional and personally was feeling my own calling and purpose shift and change. The world has been trying to tell me in awhile, but I ignored it or just wasn’t picking up on it. I am not even sure I have entirely figured it out. But I am getting there slowly. It isn’t a story I am ready to tell or even have put all together. But I have found a voice I didn’t know I had. Now I just need to articulate it. My dream is bigger than I could ever imagine and it scares me. But I trust that signs I am seeing are God, or the wider universe nudging me or maybe even kicking me in that direction.

I do not remember writing this as I contemplated the end of the school year last May. I do not remember what I was even talking about here or where I was headed with this thought. The weird thing is since then I have taken some scary but brave steps since then. So clearly I took the universe’s nudge and made some moves. Nothing at all that I am willing to share, but it is happening. What I am proud of is my ability to note my own feelings and needs to address those feelings. I am always in tune to myself in ways I never realize at the time. Oh and this was the month I became a Youtuber. Sadly, I need more time to do it. I will also work on this more in 2018.

downloadOne of my more emotional posts as a teacher (June 2017 Post).  Suicide has touched my life more times than I can to acknowledge in the last 8 years as a teacher. The stories are too numerous and too personal to share. But specifically, this month another story and more heartbreaks and I was sick and tired of feeling helpless, so I tried to decide how to make more of an impact. I became an advocate for American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. I felt like I took some of the power back in the stories that made me feel so powerless. It is all done through my computer. You could become one, too.

And most of July 2017 was about recovery and renewal and no real post stands out to me as more important than another. I did learn the importance of taking care of yourself and listening to your body. The surgery was the most important thing I could have done for myself and my health. As a caregiver to my husband who has a chronic issues with his health, a mom, and a teacher it is SOOOOO easy to put myself dead last in the care department. But after years that caught up with me and signing the papers for my surgery was the absolute best decision I could have made after years of issues and pain that were unnecessary.

I kinda always knew that my family motivated me, but I never realized how much until August of 2017. I make them a promise and it happens. End of story. Nothing will change that. Nothing has.

The one post (September 2017 Post) where I found Keto and its amazing benefits. I loveFullSizeRender 2 Keto and I love 21 Day Fix portion containers. But what I really love about September is I once again took my health back. I gained some weight over the previous month or two. But guess what I took that all back in September and here we are looking January 2018 straight in the eye and nothing has changed. I am still working hard and eating healthy. Some people say Keto is a fad and maybe it is. But I learned so much science behind what we eat and how it effects our bodies. For me that is a win; not to mention look at the weight drop on the right (what…what?!).

Writing Challenge October 2017 where I failed and yes I need to write more, but challenges are so hard for me because I am busy. Everyone is busy I know. What I mean by I am busy is that every single day I am taking care of four other people, my students and myself so my day today can sometimes be stupid, easy predictable and other days it is all chaos and survival. So goal again for 2018….MORE WRITING!!!

IMG_5899And I just love everything about the month of November. I accomplished a week of gratefulness, an outfit of the day challenge that helped bring my teacher clothing game to the next level. I do laugh though because I made one whole week of wearing heels every single day and then I spent the next two weeks letting my feet recover. I want to be a heel wearer so bad, but dang they hurt your feet so much when you stand on your feet all day long.

And per usual I was super sentimental most of December. I gave tribute to my best friend most of my life. The one on the other end of the line. My surgery, my mammogram, my health and the holiday all connected me to mom. This was and has been so meaningful to me. Oh and less of me is still a thing and I honestly don’t think it will go anywhere in 2018 if I had to make a guess.

Thank you 2017 for the lessons. Most of them still too new and raw for me to cover here. Most of them personal and mostly for me. But life…oh life is bigger (Lyrics from Losing My Religion REM).

Best – MR



My 21 Days of Not Weighing Myself

The best thing I ever did was break up with the scale. Seriously! The day came to step back on the scale and the crappy feeling of inadequacy creeped back into my mind. The feeling that always begs these questions of me.

  • When will it be enough?
  • Why is any number not enough?
  • Do you really get a value from yourself from THAT?
  • I should have worked harder or worse you should have deprived yourself more? (WTH???!?)

Not stepping on a scale every day is so freeing and something I have practiced since the day I stepped back on the scale. Immediately, I began to beat myself up when my actual goal for the 21 days was to focus on showing up for myself, being healthy and feeling good in my skin.

I have had doctors tell me no more, I have had friends say no more and my husband and kiddos just plain do not care like at all what I weigh. So why? I have created this mentality for myself that I need to prove to me that the work and effort means something and unfortunately I have placed that value in the number a little white box gives me.

That is just plain wrong. I won’t do that to myself anymore. So the scale is going up. When this journey started I was at 210. I needed that scale. Now I am where that scale means so little and how I feel is so much more important and not stepping on the scale every day felt amazing.

So it is back. I haven’t done it since.

But since I am guessing you are wondering…I lost 1 lb and 4 inches. My goals were to not step on the scale for 21 days, and to complete the 21 Day Fix for the first time. Guess what I did…..BOTH!

What I did gain was abs, like seriously I have abs and a core. Somehow Autumn gets me to stick in it a bit longer with my abs. I have massive protruding hip bones. Who knew??? I like living fairly low carb. I won’t, will not ever deprive myself. Life isn’t about hating it and punishing yourself for your choices.

I am going to 21 Day Fix Extreme after the first of the year and then to get me through winter I will probably do 80 Day Obsession and that scale….well it can bite it! 😀


January 2014 – December 2017

So  my advice moving forward to myself and all of my readers…..

Love yourself and the rest will follow – MR

E Gang Christmas 2017

Gotta be honest…pictures haven’t been much of a priority. The biggest goal for my break was to unplug. I spend so much of my time always connected to a device. A computer, a phone, my laptop, or my ipad. I just wanted to be with my family. My guy. My girls. My puppy. So I have. So I have mostly just captured bits and pieces of my holiday break.





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Hope you and yours had an amazing holiday!  – MR

21 Day Fix will always have my heart!

IMG_0265I have been doing 21 Day Fix for the last 18 days and there is just something that feels like home when it comes to 21 Day Fix. I love it because once you master it it is literally the most flexible and easy thing to do.

It doesn’t feel like a diet and I don’t ever feel deprived and like I am missing out on something. I haven’t been perfect. If I plan it works amazing and what I mean by that is when I knew my husband and I would be going out for tacos I could plan and save my carbs for it.

I also like it because if I want to have chocolate I can. It truly is about portion control. Again like last time the containers are so easy to know what they look like. I rarely need them other than to confirm what I already know.

I have also been doing the 21 day fix program except for the pilates fix and yoga fix. I swap those out for 21 day fix extreme upper fix and lower fix. I have also incorporated a ton of fixate recipes because fixate wasn’t really a thing my last rounds of 21DFX.

I still hate how sore I get with 21DF, but I am finding I am enjoying them more than I had previously. I like the weights in them because if you know me you know I lift. I get a good calorie burn without feeling like I want to die with the 1 minute moves.

I have no idea if I have lost anything. I have not weighed or measured myself. The only judge I have is clothes fitting and commits others make. I can tell you something is happening because my clothes are fitting different. I also have received lots of comments on weight loss. My workout clothes have been getting more loose as well. I bought a few XS pieces today, so we will see how they fit tomorrow I suppose.

Now let me compare keto to 21dfx and I can tell you I felt deprived at times on Keto and I IMG_0243would get bored of how I would eat. I would eat it anyway and I still am in love with the way it made me feel. However, I will always dislike how I felt so blah and like I had no stamina.

21dx, is nice because you don’t feel like you cannot have anything. It just requires planning for everything you eat. Carbs are limited, but you can have them so that feels really nice sometimes.

I do find I get headaches if my carb content is too high. I feel like a keto flu headache. I don’t know what that means, but I have noted it. However, I am looking forward to Christmas day when I can check things out. I know I broke up with the scale and my obsession with standing on it and that is a good thing!!!!