As A Mother…

In light of recent events, I’ve decided to not post my original blog and write this one instead. This may come off as a rant or maybe it will sound too naive but I feel the need to get this off of my chest. I hope this resonates with you and if it does, please comment below.

Here in Canada, it seems like we have it together. You won’t see much in the news regarding racism. In fact, if anything the racist stuff usually comes from the United States. Often, by the time we see it there is this underlying understanding that no matter how bad racism is here it’s not as bad as it is in the USA. Unfortunately, this false narrative has allowed for many ethnic groups to be denied the ability to speak on issues that not only affect our livelihood but our lives.

I am a mother to two girls and am currently pregnant with another. Pregnancy is not a joke. What’s worse is being dismissed by health care professionals when you bring up a symptoms or concerns. I don’t have all the answers so when I put my trust in the hands of the labour and delivery team, I expect them to followed through with professionalism and due diligence. I don’t expect to be gaslit, dismissed or forgotten. Having a child should be a joyous occasion not a reason for fear.

It’s bad enough that as a Black woman there’s always this thought in the back of my head that all it takes is for my family to be at the wrong place at the wrong for my world to fall apart. My husband goes to work each day and I know that God forbid, he meets someone who’s having “a bad day” not only could his life be endanger but more than likely, as Black people we may never see justice prevail.

It’s hard to be hopeful in a world where injustice seems to be the outcome in every situation where white supremacy has a chance to rule. Lady justice is supposed to be unbiased and colourblind in a world where all men are created equal. Yet, nothing has changed to restore faith in those we’ve elected as officials to render true and effective justice. Something as simple as holding murderers accountable once proven guilty is as laughable as a comedic skit. It’s gut wrenching watching another murdered Black man calling his mother just so she could hear his final breath.

How do I explain to my children that we are living in a world that will never see them as equals no matter how nice, how tough, how qualified, how assertive, how feminine or gracious they are? How do I tell them that this is what we as their parents settled for on their behalf? How do I tell my children that the melanin in their skin is a perpetual target on their backs? How do I tell my daughters that they will be sexualized and demonized because they are Black women? That they must maintain their “niceness” and “kindness” when the micro agressions come if they want to keep their jobs? If I give birth to a son, what then? The fact that he’s Black automatically makes him looks like any other “alleged suspect” if law say so.

Yet, through my faith I have learned to be hopeful when it’s darkest. I won’t lie it sure feels dark. We’re in the middle of pandemic. Ontario is in the midst of its third lockdown. I don’t know what my delivery plan will look like when I give birth. I’m afraid. I’m afraid for my kids and my unborn child. I know that my kids will be safe but I won’t be with them. This will be the first time since I’ve had them that they won’t be with either my husband and myself, and I’m scared.

These are the moments that nobody warned me about. Nobody told me how scary motherhood could be. Nobody told me how terrifying being a Black mother could be. I’m afraid for their present and their future. I know how the system works and that’s why I get up every day and work my butt off.

I want them to know the privilege of living. I want to know that they are safe. I want them to believe that they can be anything they want to be. There’s no limit, no matter how hard the media tries to sell this fear, they need to know that it’s not true.

I don’t do it for myself. I do it for them.

Are You Overwhelmed or Overdoing it?

Hi there. Thank you so much for checking out my blog today. I know that this past year has a roller coaster that none of us were prepared for. One minute, we were planning our weekend getaways and the next we were discussing zoom parties. Some of us became social media activists while simultaneously becoming banana bread experts and Netflix connoisseur. However, your year I am sure that at some point you got to the point where you were feeling overwhelmed by it all. Maybe you’re feeling this way right now. If so, welcome. Take a seat and let me help you take your mind off things.

Are You Overwhelmed?

In short, the answer most likely is a big, fat yes. You may not be out of the house as much but that doesn’t mean you’re any less busy. As a stay at home mom, I know for a fact that I’ve had to find new creative ways to get my work done while simultaneously keeping two little ones, fed, entertained and clean. The more we stay at home, the more our living spaces get dirty. The more inspired I get to “spruce” up our home decor. Sometimes, I want to try a new recipe. We go through more waste and we order out more in order to help our local restauranteur and for the most due to our lack of desire to cook.

I find myself constantly looking online to see what new inspiration I can draw from in order to create better content, while finding myself either entertaining the latest gossip or keeping up with the last current events. Also, you may find yourself engaging with some really toxic individuals with nothing better to do than to spew hate online. That can take a toll on your mood and your mental health if you’re not careful.

So yes, with everything you personally have going on, just because you’re staying home doesn’t you’re immune from everything else that’s going on out there. So many people have taken breaks from social media as a result just so that they could recharge. I’ve personally pulled back from so many social media commitments because I found myself not being able to keep up with the trends.

Are You Doing Too Much?

In my case, I was doing too much. Last year, I had received so many opportunities and in January the Walmart commercial that my family and I were featured in had just been released, I thought how can I recreate this and go bigger. So I did more. Then I got pregnant and when that first trimester morning sickness hits, watch out!

I found myself unable to keep up with this new standard of work that I had given myself. I was exhausted all the time, which made me a miserable person to be around. I was doing too much. My priorities were all shifted because I wanted to recreate a moment in my life where things felt normal again. I wasn’t having fun anymore and I was tired all the time. I needed to take a step back and figure out what was important to me.

Maybe you need to cut some things off. It could be something as simple as decreasing the amount of time you spend online, or maybe spending less time with that toxic individual and focusing more on yourself and the things that make you happy. Maybe you just need a reset and get back to what makes you feel the most at peace.

It’s normal to feel overwhelmed. It lets us know that something is wrong and it needs to change. The good news is we can change it for the most part. We change need to scale back and shift our priorities around.

I hope this helped you put things in perspective. Let me know in the comments how you handle things when you feel overwhelmed?

Spring Clean Your Circle

Hi there. Thank you so much for checking out my blog. Today, I will be doing things a little differently.

I believe that part of living my life has always included my faith in God. As a Christian woman who grew up in a Christian home, I have always been told to forgive and forget. I saw many loved ones get hurt over and over again following this advice. Some of them have been abused and traumatized and had it not been for the grace of God, I believe that I would be continuing the cycle of abuse. I am not a professional and I do believe in therapy. I believe that there are some things that prayer alone can’t fix. Especially when dealing when traumas that continuously interfere with your ability to enjoy YOUR life. I capitalized your because sometimes it’s easy for us to become so influenced by other people’s counsel (even though they mean well) that we lose our identity in other people’s validation. I urge you to seek professional counselling if you’re ready to change but find yourself unable to.

The other day, I was sitting in the living room by myself, (time alone is a gift from God, Himself!) watching the Baby-Sitters’ Club television series on Netflix. I used to read the books as a child and so watching this show brought back all the nostalgic feelings of my childhood. As I watching, I noticed that one of the characters, Kristy, was so annoying. When I was younger, I felt connected to her the most. We were exactly alike with similar familial circumstances. I could relate to her. But looking at her now, as an adult I realized something. She wasn’t assertive, she was mean. She needed to be in control all the time, regardless of who she hurt. She meant well, but her desire to control everything just left a bad taste in my mouth. It wasn’t until her character started freaking out about her absentee father that all the pieces fell together.

I was Kristy. I wasn’t a nice person and had a desire to control everything so I could control the outcome. That way I could avoid being hurt. I carried that way of living well into my adult years. I had developed a coping mechanism to avoid being hurt over and over again.

Once I got married to my husband and had my daughter, something clicked. Call it an epiphany, call it a revelation but something happened. I needed to change because I was not the same girl anymore. I didn’t want to be the same girl anymore. I was a mother who had to teach my daughter how to live a beautiful and fruitful life. But how do I that? I didn’t want her being like me. I wanted to be assertive, decisive and kind so she could take over the world without being selfish or mean. That’s when I had a conversation with myself, which is quite easy to do when you don’t have many friends to begin with. This mostly took place in the spring. That’s when I began spring cleaning my circle.

I started by loving me. I began to identify all the ways that I could love myself and affirm who I was as a human being. It’s important for my children to be loved by a parent who is full of love. I don’t need the validation of others to be amazing at being me. I need my daughters to feel the same way. I’m not perfect but I love myself the way I am.

Then I started showing up as the woman that I wanted my daughters to look up to. Like I said, I know I’m not perfect but that doesn’t mean I’m not worthy of improvement. Accidents happen and that’s ok.

I would say the key to my revolutionary spring cleaning was learning to set boundaries. There are comments that I hear from loved ones that I just let slide because, in all honesty, I don’t feel like censoring the elderly all the time. However, there are comments that I will censor. I will not tolerate comments that disrespect me or my family. I have the right to refuse and to remove negative and toxic speech from being spoken in my presence and the presence of my children. Words are very powerful and have a way to carry over well after the moment has passed. For years, I carried words spoken to me in my heart. These words were hurtful and manifested themselves into my life in a negative way. I will not be the access for this kind of behaviour for my girls. My hope is that they are led by example and they too, will set boundaries and develop a strong voice to advocate for themselves when I can’t.

Another part to setting boundaries, for me, was cutting off toxic family members. Some family members just happen to drift off and lose contact and that happens. Life happens and we all have our own families to care for. However, those that have continuously caused hurt to me personally without a change in behaviour, I no longer entertain. It is important to me that I stay healed. Forgiveness is hard enough the first time, but after a while it becomes debilitatingly oppressive. After living like that for years, I believe that the next course of action is to be free and to stay free. It’s not easy. In fact, it’s really hard. A lot of people don’t understand why I have chosen to go this route. But for the first time in my life, I’m advocating for myself. My voice is being heard. I don’t have to resort to controlling everything and, honestly, it feels good.

Whoever you are, if you find yourself just stuck and constantly feeling hurt, believe me it will get better. You have a voice and it matters. Speak up and get help. You may find yourself alone but it’s better to be alone and free.

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HI My Name is Sandy

Hi there! Happy New Year! I want to start off by saying thank you so very much for joining me here. I know that you could be doing anything and you are here. I appreciate that a lot. Just to let you know that this post may contain affiliates links. If you want to support me as a content creator, by all means purchase through the links provided in the post. You will never pay more, but you may save some money. At the same time, I will get a small commission. It’s a win-win for us both.

Lately, there’s been a few faces coming to my blog and I am so happy you are here. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. Whether you’re here for my life hacks, my skin care, hair care and/or thoughts on life I’m grateful that you’ve made the decision to keep visiting my blog.

A bit about me…

My name is Sandy Esprit. I am a stay at home mom and full time social media content creator. I have mothered two girls and am married. I love what I do and am very grateful that I get to live this life. Of course I’m giving you the short form version of my life because well I always wanted to hide my past. However I want my life to inspire others and that can’t happen unless I open up that Pandora’s Box.

Into My Past We Go…

I grew up in a single parent home, where my mother was the sole bread winner. I understood the value of hard work and the value of a dollar. Growing up we didn’t have a lot growing up, but we always had food to eat and a roof over our head. It wasn’t always easy. In fact, my mother worked hard every day but at times it seemed like that hard meant nothing.

We never stayed in one place too long. I went through 13 different schools because we kept moving so much. I don’t have any childhood friends other than my little sister. Honestly, she’s my best friend by default. We were each other’s rock. I feared relationships growing up. I didn’t trust people. It was hard to open up and when I did I overshared.

I’ve been homeless at least three times. I’ve lived in a country illegally for a few years. I know what it’s like to suffer in silence. I had my first panic attack at the age of 13 and had to navigate it alone. There were times when I felt like I was put in situations where I was used as a means to bridge familial disputes. As a child, that’s not a situation that made me feel loved or appreciated.

But we got through it by God’s grace.

Here we are…

Eventually, my life levelled out. I went to school and graduated. I attended the University of Ottawa where I majored in Biochemistry and took a minor in music. I wanted to study music but I wasn’t allowed so I went with my second love, science. It took me six years but I did it.

I always wanted to help people and make them feel valued, like they could do anything. I hated that feeling of insecurity and instability. That became even more prevalent when I was pregnant with my first born. I loathed it and wanted to protect my daughter from ever feeling this way, which is why I started blogging.

I didn’t see anyone who looked like me articulating my likes just as much as my insecurities. Everyone looked so put together and well curated. Meanwhile I was hot mess. So, I became vulnerable and posted about my fears. It wasn’t always well received but I felt better owning my story.

People were relating to me. I was inspiring people get through their day-to-day and I wanted my daughter to see me as a woman instead of just mommy. Because one day they’ll be my age and they may face the same struggles I face today as a woman. They need to know that they’re not alone. Most importantly, they’ll be ok.

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing, And That’s Ok

Hi there! I want to start off by saying thank you so very much for joining me here. I know that you could be doing anything and you are here. I appreciate that a lot. Just to let you know that this post may contain affiliates links. If you want to support me as a content creator, by all means purchase through the links provided in the post. You will never pay more, but you may save some money. At the same time, I will get a small commission. It’s a win-win for us both.

Here is my moment of truth, I don’t know what I’m doing. In social media or in real life, I’m just winging it day by day. I have an idea of what I want to do and how I want to spend my days. I know that I have a set number of chores that I want to get done so that my family can live in a home that is free of harm and toxicity. I know that I want to grow and thrive as a mother, wife, content creator, etc. I know that I want to impact everyone around me positively but I don’t have a road map to get me to point B. I believe that’s all part of being an adult.

As I’m writing, I am currently experiencing some light form of anxiety. My chest feels heavy and my heartbeat has increased. I have just put the baby to bed and I am afraid that the baby will wake up before I’ve had a chance to even finish this post. I don’t know if she will sleep through the night. Maybe she’ll wake up every two hours like she did last week.

Right as this thought runs through my head, I worry about the business deal that I’m going to have to present. I worry that I won’t be able to articulate to my investors why they should buy into this vision. Maybe they won’t be able to understand how it benefits them as much as it does me. I won’t let fear stop me but I do worry about being rejected.

I worry that despite all the research that I’ve done to unlearn the toxic traits from my childhood, my weaknesses may prevent me from being the wife my husband deserve and the mother my children need. I’ve been blessed with a beautiful and I’ve read and researched the best way to parent so that my kids won’t feel neglected and/or unloved. I’ve tried to implement the tools given to me but I still fail and come short more often than I would like.

As a content creator I worry that I am not effective. I worry that I’m not engaging and/or relatable. I wonder if I’m able to provide a service to my peers and communicate words of encouragement, wisdom and affirmations that ignite a desire for us all to succeed. I wonder if I’m doing this “influencer” thing right. I have the following but I can’t seem to do it like the others..

At the root of it all, I know I worry because I compare myself to others. I’m afraid of not being as “cool” as the others. I know I don’t have all the answers. I know my shortcomings and no matter how many “likes” I get, I secretly feel as though I will be seen what I lack instead of what I have. Maybe that’s imposter syndrome I don’t know.

The truth is I don’t know what I’m doing. But does anybody really know how to operate life? Isn’t that the point of living? To figure it out along the way and to enjoy every moment. What if there isn’t anything to figure out? What if we’re just here to do the best we can, the way we can?

I don’t know the answers to these questions…and that’s ok.

Open Letter to my girls…

To my dearest princesses aka my #girlsquad!,

Today is just another random day. We are going through the motions in hopes that it helps you become the best version of yourselves. I don’t know what kind of women you’ll become but before I start overthinking, I promise to do my best not to cry until after I’ve finished writing this letter.

You are three and one year old. You have a limited view on the world but that view is full of fun, exploration and most importantly love. You both live in a stable home and you have Mommy and Daddy at home. We both love you more than you could ever know.

I chose to write you this letter because I didn’t want to display my love for you as an event. I want you to know that I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for making it through every single day with a positive outlook. I”m proud of you for teaching ME more than I could ever teach you about life. I’m proud of you for reminding me that life is more than just routine, a paycheck or a goal. Life is about living.

Thank you for teaching me that I am worth loving for the woman that I am and not for what I do. I’m not as confident as I appear and most of the time I’m going on a gut feeling and a whole lot of Jesus. I know that you will be ok no matter what comes your way but I am your mother. That part of me won’t go away until the day I die. Sorry. To answer your question, I won’t stop worrying about or be ready to kill for you and hide the body.

We won’t always get along. We won’t always agree. If I’ve raised you properly, then I can expect a challenge on pretty much everything I’ve taught you. You see, I want your respect and as much as I want your undying obedience,, that only belongs to God. I can’t have that.

Your job is to be you. The best version of you. That will be different depending on the day. Some days you will thrive and some days you will learn. Some days you will need to cut yourself some slack and some days you will need to whip yourself into shape. Don’t worry, you will know the when and how. If you need help, I’ll be there to guide you the best I can.

I’m not perfect. I know it. Don’t rub it in. Neither are you so there! *that’s where you get your petty from, sorry!*

I love you is an understatement but it’s true. I owe you for teaching me to love and be patient and to be a better Christian is an understatement but it’s true.

There’s a lot that will happen by the time you read this open letter. But one thing will remain true.

I love you. Unconditionally. Inexplicably. Simply because you’re YOU!

Fall Skin Care Products

Hi there! Thank you so much for checking out my blog. Your support is greatly appreciated and believe me I do not take it for granted. This post does contain product that I’ve received for free but it does not change how I feel about them. All opinions expressed are simply and honestly my own.

When it comes to body care, the weather change may cause our skin to change drastically. The older we get more changes we notice and the more care we must take. I know with all the information that’s out there, it can be hard to find the right body care products.

Personally, my skin is in love with moisture, hydration and…did I mention moisture? It is the only thing that can satisfy my stressed, damaged and simply overdramatic skin. This is why I look for products with ingredients such as hyaluronic acid, niacinamide, shea butter and jojoba oil. All of these ingredients not only moisturize my skin but reinforce my skin barrier so that it can remain soft and healthy.

In my latest vlog, I mention my top 3 favourite body care products for Fall of 2020. I mention a fan favourite, a new found favourite and one that is from a Canadian Black Woman owned business.

Just because we aren’t heading outside doesn’t mean that our skin isn’t susceptible to the dry air in homes. This is mostly due to heater being on.

By all means check it out and let me know if your favourite made the list.

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top 3 benefits of online shopping

Hi there! I want to start off by saying thank you for checking out my blog. You could be reading anything and yet here you are hanging out with me. Maybe you need ammunition to justify a recent splurge or maybe you just want to read up on online shopping. I don’t know but either way I’m grateful you are here.

FYI: There are some links in this blog that if you so happen to click on it and/or use their services not only will you get to save money but you also help me out financially. There’s no pressure but if you want to put some butterflies in my belly…putting a little coin in my purse never did hurt anyone.

Ok, let’s get started.

I personally am that person that absolutely hates, and I mean HATE shopping. I do not believe in retail therapy. The very idea of walking into a store and having to sort through the aisle looking for a product that I have in mind that may or may not exist fills me with angst and anxiety. I absolutely hate going through the racks of the clothes just to pick out something that looks somewhat decent at an adequate price point, then to go to the fitting rooms that barely fit me and my oversized winter jackets. Followed by the act of shamelessly trying on the outfit just to be met with utter disappointment of the mediocrity that is on my body, just makes me feel like…ugh! Yes, I am that girl. I don’t do shopping sprees. But from the comfort of my home, in a judge free zone, without any pushy sales person trying to be my friend so she can make a sale…well all bets are off.

It can be done at home

Nowadays, you can shop for anything from the comfort of your home. You can check out a website or download an app on your phone, link your financial information and get what you need with the knowledge that you will receive your item in a few moments. Depending on where you order from or what you order you can receive your beloved quite quickly. It’s like getting a gift in the mail every time. You don’t have to turn it into an event unless you want to.

You could be lying in bed in three day old pajamas and no one will care. Did you shower? Does it matter? No and no. Are your kids screaming at the top of their lungs because they are pretending to be pirates on the hunt for a hidden treasure? Does it even matter? No! You’re not bothering anyone. You are home. You are safe.

You could be lying in bed in three day old pajamas and no one will care. Did you shower? Does it matter? No and no. Are your kids screaming at the top of their lungs because they are pretending to be pirates on the hunt for a hidden treasure? Does it even matter? No! You’re not bothering anyone. You are home. You are safe.

Also think about how much you are doing by staying home. There’s a pandemic going on and you’re doing your part by maintaining more than six foot distance. Personally, it’s my favourite form of social distancing. But then again I’m an introvert and a mother with a pretty good imagination. That’s a recipe for my anxiety to reach abnormally high levels for absolutely no reason.

Also, not only are you saving your gas but you are also reducing pollutants. You are doing your part in the environment for the environment. We’ll also not include the way the packages get to your house for the sake of “we’re doing our part by saving the environment!” argument, ok? Thanks.

Store hours, what store hours?

Unless you are ordering groceries, there is no such thing as a closing time. All the online shops remain open for those moments you feel inspired. Let me give you an example.

You may see this outfit on your feed and feel inspired to get your very own #aeriereal grey loungewear that make you feel like the heavens opened up and God, Himself, hugged you in His sweet fluffy and comforting goodness. I’m just saying…

Lucky for you can get this look by clicking on my liketoknow.it link and get your very own grey sweat pants and matching hoodie for yourself and/or your loved one. I mean at this point, if your man really wanted you to stop wearing his hoodie he would just get you this set and all would be well. I’m just saying.

You can shop any look, any time and not worry about anything anybody has to say. Feel like having a shopping spree at three in the morning? Go for it!

Easier to save money

When it comes to shopping I always feel better knowing that I can save money without digging for a cut up coupon stuck deep in my wallet under the pile of receipts I’ve collected. I love using promo codes and discount codes. Even cash back app are a great way to save money. A lot of the times your favourite influencer, including myself, get really great discount codes in hopes to drive traffic to retailers and do you know what we do with them? We share them.

With the holidays we’re all looking to score a sweet deal. I know that Sephora will soon be having their winter sale and what better time it is not just to save money but to put some money back into your pocket. I use Ampli which is a cash back app. This means that when you make a purchase you actually get some money back. The great thing is you can use at so many stores that you don’t have to wait until you are splurging to get cash back. And you don’t have to wait until you reach a super high amount to cash out. It’s available in Canada and the US, so if you so chose to sign up click here and use the promo coded AMPLI5 to get $5 once you finish signing up.

If you want to get your personalized vitamin order, I’ve got a code for that. Persona does that and all you have to do is take a 5 minute assessment quiz. Not only do you get your vitamins delivered to you every month, but it has your name on it so you know it’s yours. All you have to do is click here and use the promo code SANDY50 to save %50 on your first order.

So you see? It’s quite easy to save when shopping online. You save money. You save time and you save yourself the fatigue of having to pack two tiny humans in a car while forcing them to behave in a place that you just don’t want to be in…or maybe that’s just me.

Let me hear you. Why do you love online shopping?

My Healthy Body is Not a SnapBack

Hi there! Thank you so much for checking out my blog today. I really appreciate your support and believe me, I am really grateful you took the time out to read this blog. Some of the products displayed on this blog have been gifted to me and this post may contain affiliate. If you choose to buy from these links you won’t pay extra, you fact you may even save money. I’ll get a commission which will keep this blog going. However, all opinions expressed are completely my own. 

.When I gave birth to my eldest daughter I was obsessed with getting my snapback. I thought I would be like all the celebrities and instagram models I kept seeing. I did everything I could to lose  weight. I exercised, I did a low-carb diet, I tried my best to sleep but have you tried to maintain a healthy lifestyle with a newborn with little to no help? It’s absolutely impossible. It took me a whole year to get back to my pre-baby weight and even then I was 5 pounds heavier. I had a little mommy pouch which was still very new to me. I just didn’t understand why it wasn’t. So I just stopped caring and focused on building my self-esteem so that my girl would have a confident mother who could effectively show her what self-confidence looks like.

When I gave birth to my second daughter, I thought it would be easier to lose the weight because I was so small to begin with. But to be honest I didn’t really care about the weight. I just wanted to be happy and confident. Until five months later, I was asked if I was pregnant, which followed up with a dietary suggestion. Well, let’s just say that completely messed up what little body confidence I had. My whole life my body was critiqued for being small now I was critiqued for being overweight. I’m not going to lie, I was overweight but who cares?

Turns out, some people. If I was truly honest with myself, I would say that I cared too. I didn’t want to be as small as before. I liked my womanly figure. I celebrated the layers of fat that my pre-baby body once rejected like a virus. I liked that I had curves. I liked it a lot. What I didn’t like was being called pregnant, looking pregnant and having a belly that just didn’t want to behave with the rest of my body. I wanted to feel good. I’m a visual person, so I know that when I like what I see in the mirror I feel better about me. 

So I decided to do better. It started with the exercises. As uncoordinated as I was I knew that I had to get my body moving again. I couldn’t just sit around on the couch all the time and live vicariously through my energetic toddler. The calories she burned were not my own. The endorphins she produced were not my own either. 

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And it just kept on building. I was able to try NeoCell Beauty Bursts, which are these delicious collagen soft chews that taste like candy. I took one everyday and noticed that my skin started looking better. I drank more water and felt like I had more energy. I wasn’t losing weight, at least not according to the scale but I saw improvements in my overall well-being. 

As you can see in this picture, I am still resting my arm on my post-partum pooch. It’s a bad habit that I’ve grown fond of. I know I said I hated having a big belly but I never said it didn’t come with its own perks. Who needs an arm rest, when you have a belly to rest your arm on?

Please understand that life at home wasn’t the greatest. We were in the middle of a pandemic. Literally on a lockdown, so there wasn’t a gym I could join or go to. We couldn’t go to the park because they were closed. My edges were falling out. I wasn’t sleeping throughout the night because I was breastfeeding. I was not eating well, in fact most mornings I would skip because I was so busy making sure that everyone else had breakfast.  I was the only one working out, literally. I had no one to be accountable to but myself. 

I also was a cookie addict so I needed to address that. The late night Oreo binge would need to come to an end. I knew it but I kept it delaying it until God answered my prayers with these Grenade protein bars. I normally hate protein bars because I find that they have a really bad after taste. But Grenade are OMG delicious! 

They pack some serious chocolate and I LOVE chocolate. My favourites are chocolate chip and salted caramel which remind of me of a Mars bar. As well as the cookie dough which remind me of a Twix bar. They have so many selections to choose from. It curbs from hunger and keeps me from attacking the cookie cupboard like a starving fiend. They are a true lifesaver. If you want to try them for yourself (believe me, you won’t be disappointed) click this link https://bit.ly/Grenade_Sandy and use the code SANDY25 to save 25% on your order.

When I changed my eating habits and added  to my work out routine to make them more challenging things really began to change. In two months I lost 10 pounds. It’s not a lot but for me it’s enough. I’ve got more energy and I’m more driven now. I’ve noticed this spill over into other areas of my life. I now schedule breaks, which doesn’t come naturally to me. But in order to be my best self, I need to be rested. 

I love that what started as a health journey was more the jump start I needed to focus. I wanted to look better so I could feel better. However it dawned on me that it was never about the physical body but the spiritual and emotional body. Once I was aligned I was able to thrive. 

Have you experienced something similar? Let me know in the comments.