don’t call it a comeback

by MrsFatass on April 16, 2018

I honestly think I’ve used this title before, maybe several times, because A. weight loss journeys are full of fits and starts comebacks, and 2. April is this the 9 year blogaversary month for this little rag, and in NINE YEARS I’m sure I’ve staged a LOT of comebacks. See, for those of you who haven’t been around since the beginning, I fired up this little corner of the blogosphere back in 2009. 2009! That was before Twitter and IG and Snapchat. That was the year Obama first took office. That was back when people still had flip phones (ME!) and Blackberrys (also me!) and when Kanye interrupted Taylor’s acceptance speech at the VMAs. Pretty much the only things we had in 2009 that are still around now are Grey’s Anatomy and this here blog.

This started solely as a weight loss journal. I led with my wit and my Christian faith, both of which I still possess, albeit in different incarnations. I had just moved from my hometown in Flint, Michigan to the middle of nowhere Wilson, North Carolina, where I was sad and lonely and didn’t have friends yet and also I was fat. I found my voice basically writing about how to throw yourself into ridiculous fitness situations, survive them, and then make them your bitch. I ALSO made The Bikini Promise, which I have mostly kept, and I was always willing to be honest with you about sharts, hemorrhoids, and flop sweat.

It was with this blog and you readers that I became a fitness instructor, that I opened a fitness studio, and that I taught my most favorite master class of all once a year at Fitbloggin. And we laughed together every step of the way.

It was also with this blog that I stumbled, kind of let my life fall apart, got one diagnosis, lost my sense of humor, got really emo and dramatic, later on closed the fitness studio, got another diagnosis, and kind of flailed along for a while without much direction or oomph.

There were flashes of comebacks. A joke here or there. But really, once people in my real life found out about my blog, and after a few years of really hard shit, I got to the point where I thought I’d let it go. Shut it down and just move on.

Well, guess what guys? My family just moved! And I live in a new place and am relatively anonymous again! And I don’t really yet have a lot of friends down here, and I’m still fat! So how about we try to go back to writing again!! I EVEN HAVE A NEW SHART STORY AND IM NOT EVEN KIDDING. I totally sharted the other morning sitting on the couch drinking my Teeccino and it was one of those “I think this is going to be nice and safe and quiet” and about point two seconds into it I’m like “OH WAIT A MINUTE I THINK THAT MIGHT BE POOP” and sure enough, I had to take a quick shower and get into fresh pajamas and SEE ITS JUST LIKE OLD TIMES!!

Also, after a year of laser focusing on recovering from the great Adrenal Fatigue Crash of 2017, I feel good. Actually, I feel GREAT. I’ve been 110% disciplined about my sleep recovery (because, DUH, I love sleep!), I’ve been about 98% disciplined about proper supplementation, about 95% disciplined on stress management, and about 85% disciplined about nutritional changes. I feel like my body is healing, and I feel like when I push it to do physical activity, while my endurance is SO not what it was before, I feel like I’m able to recover and repair what I DO do. (I said do-do).

Since the end of last year, I’ve taken a couple of swings at weight loss, and when I’ve been super diligent, I’ve taken off a few pounds. But super diligent has been hard. While I’ve been able to focus well on the WHAT I’ve been eating or eliminating from my diet the last year, I have NOT focused on portions and tracking and all that nonsense and lets be honest, I was never all that good at it in the first place. Obvi. Had I been really good at follow through, I imagine I would have eventually lost the weight I wanted to lose when I started writing here 9 years ago. And now, with a little more age and a lot more shit thrown at me life experience, it’s a different journey getting the pounds off.

I sat down with Trophy Husband a few weeks ago and I said that even though I should be feeling really good about where I am in my recovery, there are still some lingering BAD feelings. A year ago I was depressed that I could no longer do what my clients could do. I was a sham. For real. Like, when I was winning an award for Favorite Fitness Professional, I was hiding the fact that I could no longer run a mile. I could no longer work out WITH my groups. I was constantly hiding how out of shape I really was. Growing more and more exhausted and crashed every day.

And today, I still feel like I can’t do what my clients are doing. Why come to me for accountability when I still can’t run a mile? When I still get winded on a flight of stairs or when carrying my chair and beach bag back to the car? I told TH that I was ready to make a comeback. In a SERIOUS way.

Now, for years you’ve all heard me yammering away about eating real food and no gimmicks and there is no product on the market that can replace healthy eating and an active lifestyle and I MEAN that. But I also know that sitting on the bed with tears running down my cheeks talking to Trophy Husband, I felt just as lost and overwhelmed as many of the clients I’ve coached who don’t even know where to START on day one. I wanted to throw everything I had at something for ONE MONTH to see if I could make an impact on my fitness capabilities and my weight. I’ve mentioned WLS surgery to him here and there and he’s willing to support me through it, but I wanted to give it one more go on my own before scheduling a consultation, and the first step was a ONE MONTH 100% COMMITMENT to see if I could maybe get some of my mojo back on my own.

Fitness-wise, I’ve got to take my leisurely dog strolls and kick them in the ass because I’m doing the Space Coast Half with this hotass in November. Fitness Goal: CHECK.

Weight management-wise, I’m using another a nutrition system as my guide. I called an old friend from high school who is my age, who is also an athlete, who has also birthed babies, and who loves the University of Michigan as much as I do manages a life I would say is similar to my own, who I knew had made some serious lifestyle changes that also resulted in physical changes, and who was using Isagenix products to get her where she wanted to be. I asked her about 150,000 questions about the products (over a couple of MONTHS, poor thing) and read every single list of ingredients for every single product that I would potentially use, because I didn’t want even ONE THING in there that is something I’ve eliminated over the last year. After fine-tooth-combing things like a madwoman, I decided to order the 30 day system. Oy. Weight Management Goal: CHECK.

So, guess what, sports fans? THIS IS ONCE AGAIN A WEIGHT LOSS BLOG!!!

Yep. I’ve lost 14 pounds. WHOOP WHOOP!

Okay, let me qualify a few things. First, the time-of-the-month and the Chinese Food and Beer Fueled NCAA Tournament Finals Weekend meant I went in to this endeavor with some Noah’s Ark level water retention. (does that even make sense?). So I know that buckling down meant the first WOOSH of weight is not all legit. But I will say this; I’m at the lowest weight I’ve been since the aforementioned Great Adrenal Fatigue Crash of ’17, and I’m at the lowest I’ve ever been able to get on my own since actually TRYING again. If I can keep it up, I’ll buy another month. Simple as that.

Here’s what I love about my Isagenix investment so far:

  • The ingredients. I have gone from swallowing almost 30 pills a day (no pharmaceuticals, mind you, but supplements/vitamins/herbs) to swallowing 11. PLUS I’m incorporating many new herbs that I wanted to include along the way but hadn’t.
  • No braining. I just do what I’m told. On Sundays I prep what I will use for my 200 calorie or less snacks. And I plan some dinners for the week. I’m able to keep my carbs low, I’m able to continue to be gluten and dairy free, even my macros haven’t changed all that much. I have 2 meal replacements, 2 snacks (I don’t use their snacks, I prep my own) and a meal.
  • Not hungry. I’m really not. I occasionally THINK I am, or I occasionally THINK I miss chewing. But when I get all mindful and aware during those times I realize that it’s kind of just habit, not hunger, making me think about reaching for something.
  • Weight Loss. Fourteen little MFers gone.
  • There is nothing about it that has impeded any of my healing progress. There is nothing speedy, nothing making me anxious, nothing making me poop my brains out (well, there WAS that shart incident but to be fair I’ve been sharting for years, so who’s to know it was the Isagenix, right?)

Here’s what I don’t love:

  • It’s a little pricey. The 30 day system plus the additional greens powder I bought was a little over $300 for the month. But if it works, so be it. And if it continues to be a good replacement for lots of the pills and potions I’ve been swallowing, so be it. Thus far the ROI has been high and I’m happy with how I’m feeling.
  • It’s one of those deals where the company not only wants you to USE it, they want you to SELL it. That always makes me protective of my friends and readers because lets be honest, if you’re part of a weight loss/healthy living community, somebody is ALWAYS trying to sell you SOMETHING. If it continues to work well for me, I’ll continue to share my experience. If you want to know more, we’ll talk. But if you don’t, that’s cool too.

Okay, ya’ll. My OFFICIAL weigh in days are usually Thursdays, so I’ll do another progress post then. If you follow me on IG (and if you don’t, ask yourself WHY and then come find me over there), then you know that in just over 24 hours I’ll officially be unemployed for the summer. My plan is to focus on health (see above), finances (yeah, by selling stuff but ALSO by studying for my TEACHER CERTIFICATION EXAM because WATCH OUT!!! MrsFatass is molding young high school minds nowadays. And also? I’ve been doing quite a bit of virtual accountability/health coaching and I might talk about it here too. So don’t tune me out. And also on creativity. I’m writing. Not just here, but something that is maybe going to end up being book-ish? I don’t know but I have someone who checks in with ME once a month and who is waiting for me to have something for her to EDIT so I need to wrap up this blog post so I can work on that, too.

Also, along the way, there should be some fun new podcast episodes up over at didijusteathatoutloud? and I’m also going to go to the beach a LOT. Only I’ll be drinking my greens instead of beer.

Okay. So that’s what’s happening here. What’s been up with YOU?

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letter number nine

by MrsFatass on February 5, 2018

I wrote your first birthday letter on this blog when you turned SIX.

There are stories we repeat all the time: You didn’t like going to sleep, you didn’t like STAYING asleep, you were the happiest baby with the most infectious smile. You had a mischievous streak. You rubbed yourself down from head to toe with Vaseline when you were supposed to be napping and we had to bathe you in Dawn for a week.  When you were four you were already flirting with (adult) women, and when introducing yourself to our gorgeous new neighbor, with hearts in your eyes, you puffed up your chest and told her “I’m SEVEN.” As if.

There are lots of made up words we all use that were your “babytalk”.  I’m writing this post on my pewpewter. If you forget something, you can’t benember it. If something is unpleasant to you, you can’t wike it. They are all part of our family lexicon now. I’ll say benember until I die.

But now, more than ever, these things are in such stark contrast to who you’ve become.

You’re fifteen today. FIFTEEN. And you’re tall – taller than both me and your dad. Your voice is getting deep. I think you may want to think about shaving once in a while. You’re lean, and graceful, and so athletic. I’ve missed watching you play basketball this year. I was probably more excited than you when tryouts came up. And? I was probably more disappointed than you when you didn’t make the team.

You didn’t make the team.

It’s the first basketball season since you were 5 that you haven’t played basketball   on a team. And I didn’t know what that would do to you. We have already put so much on your plate this year with our situations and transitions.  I was counting on you being on that team to alleviate my own guilt about moving you to Florida. I thought that once you made the team you’d have a built-in circle of friends and it would start to feel more like home for you.

When you came home from tryouts saying you didn’t think you made it, I didn’t believe you. Why would I? You’re a good player, you worked with a trainer all summer to get even better, and you ALWAYS make the team.

But your old soul understood things differently than I did. You saw the 100 kids in the gym trying out. You knew how many of them the coach already knew, maybe even having watched them when they were in eighth grade. You knew that going to a school more than twice the size of the one you’d have gone to back home meant more than twice the competition. And you knew a brand new freshman from North Carolina just might not make the JV cut.

I remember once last year your team played an exciting, neck and neck game, and you had the chance to win the game with a buzzerbeater. You got the ball, you looked for the net, you took your shot – and it bounced off the rim. We lost, and you put the weight of that loss squarely on your own shoulders. You walked out of the locker room a little while later with your hood pulled low, and your eyes all red and wet with tears. But you shook hands and accepted the pats on the back and made your way through the crowd with such grace, even though I know all you wanted to do was get the hell out of there.

You understand the world in a way well beyond your 15 years. You’re grounded. You don’t have that self-centeredness that people your age are supposed to have. And, just like when your team lost that game, you handled not making this team with maturity. And grace.

I’m proud of you. I’m proud of how you laughed about getting a little lost on the first day of school. I’m proud of how you get online for math tutoring with your class twice a week. I’m proud of how good your grades are. I’m proud of how you’re talking about college. I’m proud of how you enjoy going down to look at the ocean. I’m proud of how you go to the bus stop to pick up your sister. I’m proud of how excited you were to go to your first pro basketball game, even before you knew your nosebleed seats would be traded in for floor ones.

I’m proud of how you’ve never complained about moving to Florida. I’m proud of how you always understood the reason for it, and never argued, even though you have missed your friends so much. Even though, underneath it all, you probably would have preferred to stay in North Carolina.

I’m proud that you’ve made new friends.

I’m proud of how you’ve stayed positive about all of this.

I’m proud of what you do, yes, but I’m even more proud of who you are.

I love hearing you laugh with your friends when you play on your XBOX in the evening. I love how you always want me to drive you to school so we can talk. I love the way you come into my room and flop down on my bed, and how you’ll end up getting interested in what I’m watching and before we know it a half an hour has gone by.

I love how your favorite teams are Michigan teams and how you have a loyalty for them that runs deep. That loyalty says so much about who you are and who you’re becoming.

I make the joke that nowadays when I fuss at you, I have to look up to do it. But I really don’t ever have to fuss at you. Because you’re a good kid who is growing into a good young man.

I can’t believe this is the NINTH time I’ve written a birthday letter. I wish it would all just slow down just a little. I remember so clearly the day I had you, when they rolled me out of surgery on the way to my room, stopping briefly in the nursery so I could see you. And when I said your name you turned your head and opened your eyes and looked right at me. It is one of the sweetest memories tucked in my heart.

And you have given me so many more since that moment.

Happy Birthday, my Doodlebug. I love you.

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diet coke

by MrsFatass on January 2, 2018

New Year’s Day is my favorite holiday.

I love fresh calendars, clean slates, new beginnings, college football and black-eyed peas. I enjoy looking back, talking about everything that has happened, reliving memories, and reaching out to friends or family that I don’t talk with often. I read blogs, gain inspiration, and allow myself to have high hopes for all that can come with the new year. New Year’s Day is the perfect blend of looking back, but also ahead, being nostalgic but also excited, completion of one and starting fresh with another.

The biggest goal I set for 2017 was a goal that I did not accomplish. I registered for a Spartan race, became well versed in obstacle course training, bought all the Spartan books, recruited a team, gave all the pep talks, and hit the gym hard either on my own or with clients, sometime several times a day. But even before I started I knew something wasn’t right, and could easily see that as my clients and teammates were getting stronger and fitter and faster, I continued in the opposite direction, and by March I knew I wasn’t going to be able to compete.

So my Year of the Spartan took a different turn, and became less about exercise and finish lines, and more about reclaiming my health.  Which I am doing like a BOSS. I mean, I could poke and prod at my now-even-softer body and lament the loss of my awesome triceps definition or my newly acquired breathlessness when walking up a flight of stairs, but really? I feel great. I feel rested, and fresh, and like I’m truly healing. I found out a lot about what was wrong, and have worked hard getting this ship turned around and headed back in the right direction. I’m probably as proud of all of that as I would be with a Spartan medal. Usually in December or January I take my new calendar and start loading it up with race or event dates, but this year I’ve not registered for a thing. And I’m strangely okay with that.

Fixing my health also involved changing some other big things in my life. Stress is the major factor in how one develops Adrenal Fatigue, and I knew I needed address this long before my diagnosis. Closing the studio and ending a very toxic relationship was a large step in the right direction, but it wasn’t enough to bring peace. Elimination was scary, and necessary, and good – but there was a lot of residual gunk, and I wasn’t doing anything productive to cope. And, as life happens, NEW stresses piled on OLD stresses. And it penetrated deep, I think, into my subconscious. I wasn’t resting when I slept, my body stopped being able to recover from the physical stress of my workouts or the emotional stress of some things happening in life.

I kept things bottled up. Tight. I didn’t let go of the old stuff, and I didn’t speak out about the new stuff. In seeking peace, I lost myself in keeping the peace, keeping my mouth closed when I needed to be speaking up and speaking out.

And one day that all changed when I had a (gulp) TELEPHONE CONVERSATION with a life coach that taught me about MANIFESTING. It was an interesting conversation where she suggested to me strongly that I needed to be both vocal and specific about what it was I wanted for different aspects of my life.

The words rolled around in my head for a while as I flew out of town to go meet up with college friends in Miami and on to Key West. The reconnection with these women who I’ve known for more than 20 years was great practice for opening up and getting the stress sludge moving. I took advantage of the opportunity to talk, vent, laugh and cry, to tell my truth without concern of rocking the boat, and I was received with love and compassion and understanding on a very substantial level.

And then we went to the beach. And I stood at the edge of the surf with my feet sinking into the wet sand. I looked out over the crystal blue water. I took a deep breath.

And I said I want to move.

And then realizing I wasn’t specific enough, I added to Florida.

And then I talked about that with the girls, too. And some other people we met on the island. And to strangers by the pool. I practiced saying it out loud over and over.

Later that night I texted Trophy Husband, telling him I thought it might be time for us to make a big change. And I took another deep breath and I asked him “Do you want to move to Florida?”

And he answered “Yes”. Not “sure”. Not “okay”. Not “why not?” It was definitive. YES.

I came home and talked some more. I told my family and friends of our plans long before we had jobs or a new home. I packed boxes before I even knew when or how or if we would go. And piece by piece, the move happened, and here I am living at the beach.

I have more to learn about manifesting, and I have more manifesting to do (and also, is it a verb? Am I even saying it right?) But I DO know that freeing my voice and being able to say out loud what I need and what I want helped break the toxic sludge cycle.

You know how if you’re trying to get off the carbs or sugar or soda or whatever, how they say that being 100% off is actually easier than being 95% off? Because if you totally get rid of the vice, you lose your taste for it over time. And then when you go back one day and take a bite, its icky and you can’t believe you ever loved it. But if you’re still having the occasional Diet Coke, then you will still crave it, and you won’t ever think it’s gross.

I think it can be that way with life. I could have stayed where we were and been happy and continued healing and reclaimed my voice, but there would always be the nagging urge to have a Diet Coke.

Well. There is still opportunity for Diet Coke, even here at the beach, but somehow it’s easier to stay off 100% when everything about our day to day life is different. And if I DO decide to, uh, have a Diet Coke (have I beaten this horse to death yet?) it doesn’t have to be poison. Well, except that Diet Coke IS poison so I guess I have to move on to another metaphor. What I’m saying is this: I am ready to go back to some old behaviors, but with new, more healthful intentions. TH and I are making our way back to the gym. I have met the owner of a Zumba studio who asked me to consider teaching. I’m enjoying my daily yoga practice. And we have friends down here who Spartan. So anything is possible. Actually, EVERYTHING is possible. But what makes it different this time around is the knowledge that anything that costs me my peace is too expensive (I stole that from a meme with a picture of Buddha on it. But it’s true). There is so much positivity in our house right now, so much love and contentment, our bond so strong, that I will protect it fiercely.

This year, on New Years Day, I suggested a new tradition. I asked the family to come down to the beach with me for a Fatass Family Manifest. It was such a special moment for me that day on Key West, that I really wanted to share the experience with my family. Only this time it was ridiculously cold and windy, and for a moment we all considered staying home under blankets. It was crazy to think we had to drag everyone out in pajamas in the rain to go talk to the ocean. But somehow we decided to go anyway, and we loaded up the dogs and drove through the rain and kicked off our shoes so we could dig our feet in the sand and be grounded as we looked out at the ocean and said out loud what we wanted in 2018.

It ended up being the most fun thing, watching how huge and choppy the waves were, shivering together, yelling over the wind, trying to get a picture where you could see all 4 of us and the dogs. It was wild and invigorating and kind of nuts and it was just the most spectacular way to begin a new year that I just can’t even put it to words. We were frozen, and we were all smiling and laughing like goofballs.

Here’s to manifesting a peaceful, prosperous, positive 2018. Happy New Year, y’all.

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not a sales pitch, part one

by MrsFatass on October 11, 2017

Today I’m writing about what I do with essential oils.

I’m writing this post for the same reasons I’ve written about sleep, stress, and food – essential oils and natural, non-toxic products are an important part of my recovery from Adrenal Fatigue. And also, I’m writing because people have asked. I have talked about oils as part of my regimen AND I mentioned yesterday that the holidays are coming up, and oils may be part of your gift giving or receiving, and some of you reached out, so I decided to write the first of maybe a couple really in depth, link filled posts about how I use essential oils.

THIS IS NOT A SALES PITCH. Ya’ll know being sales-y makes me feel dirty, and not in a good way.

That said…

I AM a Young Living Distributer, and this post is full of links. It is possible I receive a small commission or bonus if you order from my site.

I am not really one to do FB parties and groups and all that stuff, I do not hold myself out as an expert, and I don’t rely on YL as an income stream. I’m just a girl who loves oils, who has been using them for close to 20 years, and who will guide you to things that interest you, and share my favorite items, products, projects and tips from time to time. But look, I will not hold myself out as someone with the education and training to “prescribe” anything, as I am not a holistic practitioner. And I urge you to be discriminating; oils are powerful and medicinal, and if you’re ingesting oils it’s best to have confidence in the credentials of the prescriber. Yes?

And I’ll also help you get started with YL if you’re interested, or just share my discount with you where I can if you just want to make some commitment free purchases. If you already have a YL distributor in your life, or if you purchase oils elsewhere, that it totally fine by me.

Okay? We cool?

So I’ve organized the post into three sections – Getting Started, Aromatherapy, and On My Bod, which I think is enough for one post (though there may be a Part Deux coming because there is just so much more), and then I’ll finish up just listing a few of my current favorite products. I’ll first try to focus on how to use the items in your kit, and then tell you a bit about how I added on.


When I got started, I got started with a Premium Starter Kit that provided me with a variety of oils, a diffuser, a few sample sizes, and a product guide. They have evolved a bit over the years, and have some different choices since I joined, and I firmly believe they are the best way to get started because these starter kits give you a very economical option to receive a variety of the most used, most popular oils and products AND to get a high-quality diffuser. They range in price from $160-$260.

There is also a Basic Starter Kit available for $45 that basically just comes with the sample sized items, and doesn’t include a diffuser.

There are also starter kits that focus on other product groups. The Premium Starter Kit with Thieves is an amazing value for $144, and can help you get started with this line of personal and home care products. And also a Premium Starter Kit with NingXia Red products for $170.

You can browse all of the kits about halfway down my Young Living website homepage here.

Sue’s TIP: the Premium Starter Kit with Thieves is my next purchase. Not only is the scent delicious for Fall, I’m ready to change over my household cleaner from the Lysol products I’ve been using. (If any of you used to come to Trio, we used Thieves hand soap, Hand Purifier, and Cleaner there if you remember the scent!) Also, my daughter’s hands get super chapped and cracked because of all the hand sanitizer used in school; I send her with the Thieves Hand Purifier instead, and that, along with the Rose Ointment (with Rosewood and Tea Tree) once a day at home keeps her hands in excellent condition. These kits are a great way to get a variety of products at a good price!

*Note: There is no discount that I can offer you on the starter kits. They are already deeply discounted to help you get started!


My favorite way to use oils, and one of the easiest ways to get started is simple aromatherapy. A good diffuser or spray bottle, some purified water, and a few drops of oils can make an immediate impact.

In the beginning, these came first, because I had them in my kit:

  • I set the mood for our Mind/Body classes with two blends that came in my kit: Peace and Calming, for a soothing and calming atmosphere, and Stress Away, for help with relaxation and comfort. There is a reason why these blends are best sellers, and I think the names say it all. I think that I answer the most questions about how to use oils to “combat” stress and anxiety. Here are two that come with the premium kit!
  • I used citrus blends like Purification and Citrus Fresh during the day or throughout the night to help keep the studio from smelling sweaty, because, well, we got sweaty! I also love to make a Purification spray and I use it like Febreeze on stinky gym shoes, in the dogs car, or just in the air when things need a boost of freshness.
  • I first diffused Lavender at home to help with my son’s seasonal allergies. There is no scent like the YL Lavender. To this day, every time I open that bottle (which is at least once a day) I take a huge whiff and just love it. I like to add a few drops of Lemon (or any kind of citrus, really) or Peppermint when I’m diffusing for allergies. I LOVE to make a linen spray to spray down sheets and pillowcases to help the kids unwind and get ready for sleep. Lavender is one of three oils I use in my after-sun spray (Peppermint and Tea Tree are the other two). And every single night I use Lavender and Cedarwood in my bedroom diffuser to help me both fall and stay asleep. Sue’s TIP: If you have any trouble falling or staying asleep, Lavender and Cedarwood are a MUST. Lavender comes in your kit, and Cedarwood is $11.25 wholesale. WORTH EVERY PENNY.
  • Thieves. Diffuse it because it smells divine, but also reap the immunity benefits!
  • Frankincense is considered one of the heavy hitters in terms of coping with Anxiety and Depression. Now, I am NOT recommending this oil IN PLACE OF medication. I’m not. But what I am saying is that aromatherapy adds another layer to how we cope, in cooperation with medication, therapy, whatever. Frankincense promotes deep breathing and open air passages, which can help alleviate feelings of fear, nerves, or stress, and it is also said to have an effect on blood pressure. I was first introduced to this powerful oil when I was pregnant with my son. I like to diffuse it with a drop or two of Lemon (or later, Bergamot) because I just love how uplifting citrus oils make me feel.

Sue’s TIP: My first order after joining included Melaleuca (Tea Tree), Eucalyptus and Rosemary. Between having kids in school who bring home lots of crud, being in the sweaty studio with lots of germs, and just living through cold and flu season, I quickly became a fan of my “Sinus Cocktail” in the diffuser to get through colds and sinus infections without resorting to nasty medicines or nasal sprays: 1-2 drops each of Lemon, Peppermint, Tea Tree, Eucalyptus and Rosemary.

Here are some oils that did not come in my kit that I sniff/diffuse often:

  • Bergamot. It’s my favorite oil when I’m feeling anxious. Over the last 8 months or so I’ve sniffed it A LOT. I oftentimes have a bottle in my purse to sniff, and it’s my favorite one to put on my aromatherapy bracelet. Its also become my go-to oil for diffusing during the day, so I add a bottle to my order about every 3 months. Light, citrusy, and $27 wholesale.
  • En-R-Gee. Yall, this bottle was my lifesaver last winter and spring. At the height of my crash, but still having to function, I always had this bottle in my bag, and my favorite way to use it was to put a drop in the palm of my hand, rub my hands together and get it warmed up, then cup my hands and sniff. I’d do this pretty much every time I had to walk into the gym to train clients, any time I was driving between NC and FL I’d put some on a cotton ball to sniff as I drove. I still love it for the afternoon lull, or if I’m groggy waking up in the morning. It saved my ass when I was proctoring tests at Thing One’s school, because sitting in a silent room made me just want to curl up and fall asleep. I truly wouldn’t have made it through without it. It’s $24.75 wholesale and I’m not even halfway through the bottle. (For some reason I don’t love this in the diffuser; but sniffing the bottle, my hands or a cotton ball is my favorite).
  • OOLA Balance, OOLA Finance, OOLA Grow: I am one by one adding all of the OOLA blends to my collection, but these are my favorite. If you’re not familiar with the OOLA movement, check them out on Facebook, or get their book. They really helped me get things in perspective when we were preparing for and executing our move, and even before that, in putting out in the universe what I wanted for myself and my family. Good stuff, and YL has beautiful blends to go with each OOLA principle.
  1. ON MY BOD

Okay. About 5 years ago I got serious about getting crap chemicals out of my bathroom, and now more than ever I think it’s important to take control over what we put on our bodies. In the beginning, I threw all my bath and body products away and made everything and I mean EVERYTHING from scratch – deodorant, body lotion, soap and bath bombs, lotion bars, toothpaste, lip scrub, lip balm. Now I make things when I want to, and some I prefer to buy.

Here’s what I used from my kit:

  • Peppermint and Lavender (not in the same recipe) were my favorites for lip balm, as was Lemongrass and PLEASE be careful when you’re searching Pinterest for recipes – know your oils – because there are some oils (some citrus, for example) that leave you very sensitive to sunlight for 24 hours afterward.
  • My Premium Kit back in the day came with a blend called Valor, and I got a couple of bonus oils with my order that included Tangerine. I used these two scents in my first batch of Kelly Jelly, which is my favorite body lotion recipe to date. (my most recent batch used Ylang Ylang, Clary Sage, and Lavender. )
  • I was a staunch no-poo person, and I my favorite combo to add for fragrance was Ginger and Orange (more bonus oils with monthly orders!)
  • I was using Peppermint or Thieves in my homemade toothpaste. Now, for various reasons I’m not making toothpaste anymore but most days I oil pull. I put a few drops of either Peppermint Vitality or Thieves Vitality (both included in the new kits) in the coconut oil before I pull. Some people make coconut oil pulling cubes with the oils already added, but I’d have to keep them in the fridge and I can’t imagine putting a cold cube in my mouth to have to chew up and swish because my teeth are sensitive, so I just add a couple of drops to the spoon.
  • PanAway is another kit oil that I love. I eventually bought the Ortho-Sport Massage Oil, but before that I’d put a few drops of Fractionated Coconut Oil (or any carrier oil) in the palm of my hand, a few drops of Panaway, rub my hands together and apply to my sore muscles. My favorite is still to massage my feet with this mixture, and then put on socks. I like to sleep that way.
  • ESSENTIAL OIL ROLL ONS: Already blended with a carrier oil so they are safe for your skin, they are great to have on hand for quick use. My favorite is Deep Relief (a great pre-workout burst of energy). My next purchase will be Breathe Again, to apply to neck and chest when congested. You can also purchase Tranquil or Stress Away. These cost anywhere from $25-$35 wholesale, and my experience has been they last a long time. I’ve had my two for about 8 months and they are still halfway full.
  • ESSENTIAL OIL COLLECTIONS: Just like the starter kits, the YL Oil Collections pull together groups of 5ML bottles together at a great price so you can try several at a time. Everyday Oils are those first 10 popular, versatile oils from the starter kit. I’m thinking about adding Animal Scents sometime soon. Our Holiday Catalogue is out in a few days, and I’m sure I’ll be purchasing a Holiday Collection in my next order. If you want to go whole hog you can get the Premier Aroma Collection for $2099 wholesale!
  • SAVVY MINERALS: Young Living has a new line of makeup! I think this needs to be a separate post now that I’ve tried some of the products and love them. I do love the Seedlings Baby Wipes to take my eye makeup off in the evenings, too.

This doesn’t even scratch the surface. There are some fantastic bath and body and oral care products that I love too, and though I don’t use much from the Healthy & Fit nutritional line as yet, I know a lot of people who do and am happy to make those recommendations too. And seriously? They have some of my favorite diffusers. But if you’re still reading, then I’m guessing your mind is starting to wander and you’re ready for me to wrap it up. Which I’ll do.

In conclusion.

If there is anything you are interested in ordering, I’m happy to help you get it or I’m happy to help you get signed up to get it yourself. Or I’m happy to swap information and just wish you well on your own oil journey!

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bottoms up

by MrsFatass on October 9, 2017

It’s been about 6 months since my flurry of doctor’s appointments, tests, and follow ups that lead me to my diagnosis of advanced adrenal fatigue. Through the process I learned that my thyroid is pronounced and full of nodules, that I have all the symptoms of fibromyalgia except for one – nerve pain, that my cortisol levels were such that I was tested for Addison’s disease, and that I was getting the REM sleep that was minimally necessary to basically keep me from going insane.

Those were good times.

Among the treatments and supplements and dietary changes that became part of my “healing regimen” was a whole lot of conversation about eliminating stress, which is kind of laughable because who can do THAT? Some of highlights of the last couple years included dissolving my business partnership and closing the studio doors, having a death in the family, moving from North Carolina to Florida…

I developed a method of just handling one thing at a time. No more multitasking. Just making a list and going down point by point, one thing at a time. Pack the house. Reserve the U Haul. Find movers. Forward the mail.

Check. Check. Check.

And I kept telling myself to just do what I could to treat my condition, and once we were settled I could really “buckle down.” I kept up with the “easy” things as best I could. Take my supplements. Put my screens down. Turn off the TV. Diffuse the oils. Sleep as much as I possibly could. Meditate. Meditate. Meditate.

And, of course, there was The Great Purge, which I am pretty sure was the best stress reliever of all.  I haven’t written as in depth as I would like to about that process, and I don’t really know if I can, at least not as openly and honestly as I’d want to be. But what started with organizing junk drawers and shredding old bills turned into getting rid of any tangible material item with bad vibes. And the more I did, the deeper I went. I cleaned out my contacts. I unfriended, and in the occasional case, I blocked. I cleaned out my email account and my phone, and organized just one file on my desktop of correspondences I was advised to keep for a period of time. I unsubscribed like crazy, too, and now I keep my inbox totally clean.

The Purge has culminated in getting stuff off my chest and out of my heart. So many times I held my tongue, or was “diplomatic” for the sake of business or mutual friendships because I thought that being positive or Godly or “letting things go” meant being passive and staying quiet to “be the bigger person”, but you know what? It’s hard to release things when you don’t speak them. So I have been talking, sharing, and also just plain old answering questions with my truth.

The other day I watched a doctor lecture online about Adrenal Fatigue, and he talked about how stress was cumulative. It’s like water being poured in a glass. It makes sense to me now that as I work through things that led to my crash, some of what comes up is from what I thought was in the rear view. But also? If it’s from the past, then that means I’m getting to the bottom of the glass.  

Which leads me to the point of this post. You knew I’d get here eventually, right?

Well. We’re here. In our new home. Getting settled. Thing One occasionally asks me how my “health” is going. And we talk it over.

I realized a few things.

I realized that I was spending less time in bed and more time in the living room.

I realized that I was cooking dinner.

I realized that I was taking fewer naps and that I was having more dreams.

I realized that I wasn’t feeling hopeless about my recovery, or on the verge of panicking.

I realized that I was feeling better!

I’ve begun to tackle the another pillar: FOOD. By eliminating (most) inflammatory foods (most of the time), joining a few Keto groups on Facebook, and going back to tracking my macros, I have added to my energy level and decreased even more inflammation. And I’ve begun to add 10 minutes of cardio. Just 10. Me and my jumprope.

And then I tentatively, quietly, privately unpacked my scale and stood on it.

Two weeks later, I did it again. And this happened.

I’m not trying to get to hung up on the weight loss, because who knows? It may mean my body is beginning to come out of survival mode, it may not. I know that reversing all of this and losing weight is a long slow process, and I keep reminding myself that it took me years to get in this condition, so it may take years to get out of it.

But it is beginning to feel like maybe I’m coming back to life, at the bottom of the glass, ready to refill it in a healthier, more positive way. 

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she believed she could

by MrsFatass on October 1, 2017

Dear Bear,

You’ve been excited about turning TEN since the day after you turned nine. I want time to slow down, but you are charging ahead! Growing up! Greeting each new day with wide open arms!

Every time I write one of these letters I say something about how special you are. But it’s true. You have such a loving, positive energy. You’re like a walking belly laugh. You feel a whole spectrum of emotions – but you don’t stay stuck in any of them. You always come back to joy.

You went to see Santa this year, and he was a good one. He knew you had two dogs, and you couldn’t even begin to wrap your head around how he knew that, because you were beginning to have questions, and people around you were trying to shake your faith. I really think the Santa we went to see was an angel looking out for you, the perfect Santa at the perfect time, who taught you that belief in the magic of Christmas was just as good as believing in Santa Claus. Better, even.

You found your happy place in Running Club, and this mama couldn’t be happier about that. Every week you would get in the car and tell me about your workouts, and as the talk went on you began to tell me about how it felt when you’d run. You’re not a shallow person at all, but sometimes I have to work to get you to peel away some layers and get deep; talking about running club was a great way to get you to vent your frustrations, your challenges and even your hurts. Because your coaches provided you a safe and positive place, and as you warmed up and got moving, you could feel the day melting away. You always walked out with a red face and a big smile.

And you ran races! You ran so many races that we had to get a plaque for you to hang your bibs and your medals!

You also did your first obstacle course race. You climbed and you crawled and you made your way all the way through a race that even I could barely finish. You absolutely crushed it, and I’m just so proud of you for getting in there and facing your fears.

We cheered on your second season of basketball, which was super fun, but I think the bigger milestone was your first year of basketball camp! Your brother has been travelling to Florida every June to take part in camp, and this year, you did too. Your team advanced in the tournament, but lost. However, my heart nearly exploded when your brother – sharing his experience in such matters – put his arm around you and commiserated. 

The Daddy/Daughter Dance this year was extra special for you. You were in love with your dress, you were so excited to go to your friend’s house for photos and hors d’oeuvres, and you couldn’t wait to get there and see everyone.

But what you really loved was being with your Daddy. You are two peas in a pod, you and your dad. When his mother told us she was sick, you hopped in the car with him to go visit her, and later when we got the news that she died, well, I’ve never seen you so sad. You were sad to lose your grandma, yes, but you were sad because you knew your Dad was sad. And even now, almost a year later, you haven’t forgotten her and you haven’t forgotten to be concerned about your dad’s feelings. You were looking forward to that dance because you and your dad always have so much fun going together, and you knew it would make him happy.

There are so many things you experienced this year that you loved! You proclaimed it to be the Best! Halloween! Ever! when your costume turned out perfectly, and when we all dressed up with our friends and trick or treated until your bags were crammed full!

You fed a giraffe at the zoo, which made you actually jump for joy. A literal, actual jump!

You are crazy about sharks, which can be seen in the number of shark books, shark necklaces, shark teeth, shark slippers, shark stuffed animals and shark beach towels you own.

You love your dogs with your whole entire heart, and they love you back just as much.

And you learned that you love babies – and one baby in particular – and you are dying to be old enough to babysit.

Even with all the happiness, there were some frustrations for you this year. For the very first time, you didn’t really love your teacher, and when you’re in elementary school in a classroom with the same teacher day in and day out, that can make for a long year. Your love for school began to wane, and I was concerned. Also, the same bus driver that was a problem for your brother became a problem for you, too, and there were many days where you’d get off of the bus in tears. You’re a good kid and a rule follower, but the constant fussing and negative feedback from these two authority figures really wore you down after a while. When the kids who lived across the street moved, you and your brother moped around together. The neighborhood just didn’t seem the same without them. We said no to most play dates and all sleepovers for you too, which was kind of a bummer, but you also kind of appreciated. Now that we know how stressed you were in some previous situations, we decided to just take them all off the table for a while. And it was a relief. 

And, this was the year that you reluctantly decided to stop sucking your thumb.

But, my dear, 10 is a brand new year.

You’re kicking off your tenth year in a new house, in a new city, in a new school, and with new opportunities, and once again you are embracing it all with pure joy! You loved your new school as soon as you laid eyes on it, and you eagerly accepted the school uniforms, which I must say look fabulous on you.

Your teacher might be another angel sent to watch over you, because you knew in an instant that she was kind, and positive, and funny, and encouraging. There hasn’t been one single day yet where you’ve come home sad or upset about anything that has happened in class; your love for school has returned and your straight As have too! You also have a new running club, which you approached in a very tentative manner. You weren’t sure you could strike gold twice, but, sure enough, you still love to run.

Your birthday happened smack dab in the middle of a hurricane. School was closed and it was the first year I didn’t bring cupcakes for a class party, and we had to reschedule your birthday party since most of our town was still without power and under water. But you rolled with the punches. You and your dad managed to find a Dunkin’ Donuts that was open so you could have your birthday coffee date. I hung up streamers and your brother blew up balloons. You baked and decorated your own cake. You were thrilled to get a Dream Tent, which was the only thing you truly wanted.

And you had your two best friends come over to celebrate.

Arranging the play date took some doing. I had never met the girls, and didn’t know the parents, and they didn’t know me, so there was lots of Facebook Stalking texting and coordinating and making sure everyone was comfortable. And you know what?

It turned out beautifully. It was perfect. 

Your judge of character continues to be spot on.

The things that made you anxious last year? They don’t exist with your new friends. You chose girls with a similar sweetness, and innocence, and character to you. Your dad and I listened to the laughter and chatter in the playroom with big smiles on our faces.

It was fun. Pure and simple.

I think that ten is going to be a very good year for you, my sweet Care Bear. I think there will be a lot more laughter and a lot less frustration.

I can see why you were so excited for this one.

I love you,


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stress pillar

by MrsFatass on August 20, 2017

I’ve explained before how I’m looking at my recovery from Adrenal Fatigue like different pillars holding me up. Right now, this is a time in my healthy living process where I’m really being  forced encouraged to consider the importance of REST and the elimination of STRESS. I’ve skimmed articles here and there that talk about stress and sleep and how these things can be preventing you from losing weight or building muscle/strength the way you want to and I just kind of thought “yeah, right”. It was never an option for me to “reduce stress”, or so I thought. Anyone with a family and a job is going to have stress. I’ve gone through bouts of insomnia too, and would turn on the tv or scroll my phone until I got sleepy again. Then the flipside were periods where I would sleep and sleep and sleep but never ever feel rested. And the final blow for me, I believe, was when I added a 5:30AM class to my lineup. It was never really possible for me to get to bed at night before 10 or 11PM, and I was up by 4:45 (which got pushed back to 4 once I went to the gym and then on to personal training).

And as my clients got leaner, fitter, stronger, and happier? I got slower, angrier, weaker, and fatter.

And it didn’t make sense. Because I was training, and I was clean eating, and I was hydrating.

Eventually I was sent for a sleep study, which opened my eyes to a lot of things.

In the hour that we went over my results, we talked about my weight, my job, my life, the results of my endocrinological workup, and the fact that I was barely managing to get enough REM sleep to keep from going insane falling apart. “No wonder you aren’t getting results from your efforts! Your body has no ability to recover right now!”

He made all of my test results come alive. On the surface I presented to him as someone with fibromayalgia (I have every symptom but the nerve pain) and he said at the rate I was going, more serious autoimmune issues were going to be a given. We talked about how to get better sleep, how I should be supplementing, ways to be using oils, reducing stress, and how I needed to rid my life of toxic relationships.

The last one made me give him one of my BLINKS.

He asked me about the nature of some of my closer relationships. We discussed my business partnership, and how I basically traded one brand of stress for another when I escaped went to work at the gym. We talked about friendships (both current and past) and the types of conversations and activities they included, and my feelings about that. We talked about my faith, and how I was grasping at it for answers to why I was working so hard but feeling so awful.

He said that it seemed that I wanted to release a lot of “toxicity”, but for whatever reason I wasn’t allowing myself to do it. He suggested that what I was doing was swallowing it, bending around it, and finding ways to justify other people’s toxic behavior when really, what I needed to do was eliminate it.

He explained that wellness meant much more than the results of a blood test. He said that if I had the balls to make real, impactful changes in my life, that I’d be able to reclaim peace, which would lead to health.

At the height of my “crash” I was sleeping maybe 6-7 hours at night, in chunks, and falling asleep oftentimes sitting up) in a chair throughout the day. I was physically exhausted from both by training schedule and my own personal workout schedule. I was drinking both daily whey protein and a daily amino drink for “energy”, which was the tip of the iceberg in terms of things I was eating that caused my body immense inflammation. I was turning to screens to “unwind”, sometimes scrolling social media, but also reading books on my phone when I couldn’t sleep at night. I was living with near constant pain for months. I was feeling so physically terrible that I manifested negativity in many personal and professional relationships. I was swallowing toxicity by the gallon.

So. What is all of this leading up to? Well, while I realize that everyone reading this who may be drowning in a sea of stress might not be able to go to Key West with friends who have known you from the start of your adult life, have an epiphany, pack up your life and move it to your happy place, there are probably things you CAN be doing right now to either remove stress, or better deal with that which you can’t get rid of. Here are some suggestions that have worked for me.

  • MEDITATION. So, I’m a pray-er. I have always been a pray-er and there have been many times over the last year that I have white-knuckled my faith in hopes to hang on long enough to find answers. But I have learned that in addition to devotionals, studies, worship services, and prayer, taking time for daily meditation has helped ground me, and has trained my mind and body to be able to breathe through stressors and challenges in a more fluid way. Little by little the tension in my neck and shoulders is releasing, I’m clenching my jaws less, I don’t swear as much, my road rage is softening. Using a mantra, doing breathing exercise, using guided visualization – all of these have given me great clarity, and I am now easily able to see myself healthy and whole someday. (Don’t know where to start? I just downloaded some free apps on my phone in the beginning! I find that being guided by another voice helps me focus more clearly on my practice.)
  • AROMATHERAPY. If you know me even a little, you know that I’m an oil junkie. While sniffing oils doesn’t “cure” adrenal fatigue, aromatherapy absolutely helps me deal with my reaction to the stress and the symptoms. If you can identify what’s in my diffuser, then you can pretty much tell where my head is at that day. Right now a blend of Balance and Bergamot. Sometimes Lavender or Cedarwood for sleep, sometimes Peppermint for energy, Citrus for clarity, or Ylang Ylang for femininity and bow chicka bow wow. I sniff my bracelets and my car diffuser and I usually have a bottle or two in my purse.
  • TAKE CARE OF MY EYES, LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY. I look at screens. I look at them A LOT. Google how bad that is for sleep later! It’s quite an education. So I now have filters on my screens and my glasses also block blue light. However, I also took a figurative turn with this one and began protecting my eyes from other things that were keeping me up at night. Let’s just say Unfriend/Unfollow/Block lifted a huge weight. I changed the things I was reading, choosing more uplifting, motivational books and magazines. I finished some household projects, so even the walls of my home were pretty to look at. I began driving more scenic routes to places, even if they weren’t the most direct. And this summer I looked at the ocean as much as I possibly could.
  • PURGE. Trophy Husband and I decided we would not move anything with us to Florida that had any bad energy. So we purged. Any material item that had negativity associated with it – gone. Old emails or text messages or photos – deleted. Anything that didn’t deserve a place in our new life – eliminated. The pile of things wasn’t all that big, but it was hugely meaningful, and letting go of those things has created so much more room in my heart for my beautiful circle of family and friends that are family.
  • SLOW DOWN. Initially, this was about my workouts, but since my island vacation – where time seems to stop – I am consciously slowing down other things in my life, too. I don’t feel the need to power walk, or to push the speed limit, or to cram a thousand to-dos into one day. I do what my body feels capable of, and I rest when I need to. There have been many times over the last year when people have said to me “I don’t know how you’re doing it all”. But I have learned that a “one at a time” mindset is better for me than a “how can I multitask it all” one does.

I am lucky that I have had time the last few months to reorganize and reprioritize and really DO things to eliminate stress. I can’t even believe that we live by the ocean now. I love that I can see my mom and dad any time I want to. I run into my cousin at the grocery store. I text with my aunts. I walk on the beach. I’ll begin working soon, and will have to juggle all of these “tips” with a schedule, so maybe it will all go out the window.

But maybe it won’t.

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July 10, 2017

following your gut

So, the other day, a reader asked me if I was mad that it took so long to get a diagnosis. It was an interesting question to think about, because I’ve been feeling like something was wrong for quite a long time. A couple of years, really, maybe longer. For sure while I still owned […]

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May 29, 2017


So I had a dream the other night that I was walking through a restaurant and I saw a baby choking. I swooped the sweet pea off of her mama’s lap, flipped her over, whacked her back, and the food she was choking on flew out. Significance? Well, I think a pretty big one. For […]

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May 15, 2017

palm trees

I’ve made a decision. I am no longer trying to lose weight. Nope. I’m done. Because over the last few years, the harder I try, the bigger I get, the crappier I feel, and the sadder I am. I’ve spend the last month or so talking to several doctors about my symptoms, and have undergone […]

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