New to my blog? Hi, I'm Stephanie! 
I graduated high school with the sole plan of just getting out of town. I went to a junior college in Washington, and lived there for a year.
I came home, again with no real life plan, started a new junior college back home in Southern California.
I started dating my now husband at the age of 19.
I worked several jobs through my time in college, ranging from front desk salon receptionist, to corporate secretary, to nanny.
Before I really figured out what I wanted to do "when I grew up", I was engaged, whisked off to Cocoa Beach, Florida where my now husband was participating in his first season in the MLB.
Before I HAD to make anything happen on my own, I was living a fairy tale at the age of 22.
We traveled all year, I watched my man play major league baseball {his DREAM} all over the country, and then we returned home to have our fairy tale wedding that matched our fairy tale life.
By 23, I was a full fledged "baseball wife", living in a dream home on a golf course in Florida, and pregnant with our first baby, after just a month of marriage.
By 24, I was pregnant with our second child.
By 26, I had had our 3rd baby in just 36 months, had given up our dream home back to the bank, we had moved back West to be closer to family, and my husband's dream of playing baseball after 10 professional year, was coming to an end.

Everything felt unrecognizable.
It felt like we had just dreamed everything, and yet there we were with three little babies to take care of, and NO idea how to do it.

Matt took a coaching job out of state, and I got creative.

I was the LEAST qualified to do ANYTHING remotely "great".
The girl who had fumbled through three different junior colleges, not one degree, no professional training or certifications of any kind, and NOTHING to put on a resume, I was the most under qualified for entrepreneurship of anyone I can think of.

But I felt a fire.
And I had no other options, and to me… this was life or death.
My husband had provided such a beautiful life for us, and it was my turn to take care of us.
I didn't know HOW to do any of this, but I was tired enough of wondering how we were going to pay our rent, and just crossing my fingers that my debit card would work while I was checking out at the grocery store.
And that's when I decided to just TRY, and figure it out along the way.

I was judged. I was mocked. Made fun of behind my back. Choosing a path that isn't traditional is often followed by those types of things.
I heard the word NO a thousand times, and found out who my real friends were.

And I would go through ALL of it a hundred more times, for the rest of my life, just to feel the CONTENTMENT in my soul that I feel today.
I thought I needed certain things to be happy. I thought we'd never survive after my husband's dream ended.
But now I know that when one dream ends, there's quite a few other dreams that you haven't even dreamed yet wink emoticon

This little family overcame TOGETHER. We took that perspective change that God knew we would be bettered from, and embraced it.

I had no idea what I was capable of until I was left with no other options. And I say it all the time, but if I can do it… literally ANY one can do it.
You just have to feel that fire, because when your WHY is big enough, you can endure any HOW.

----------------------------------

If you're feeling that fire too, I've made it my PROFESSION to show others how to overcome just like me. Does it take some work? SURE. But it's the kind of work that doesn't feel like actual work because it fills your heart up so full, you're pretty sure you're the luckiest person on the face of the planet. heart emoticon

I'm currently taking applications for people who would like to work side by side me, and learn the ropes on how I turned working out from home just for fun, into a full blown, 6 figure annual career.

Apply here --->
http://goo.gl/forms/3OSeKYqJDW

Shine On, Moms.

From the time I was a little girl, I knew that becoming a mom was it. That was truly my ultimate life goal. I struggled to find a career choice I loved because I wasn't sure of anything like I was sure about motherhood. That's a good solid way to find out which of your college boyfriends were serious ;-) Tell them you just want to have some babies and raise them up, and you'll definitely weed out the weak ones pretty quickly.

I started dating my husband at the ripe old age of 19, and I knew he'd be the father of my kids right away. People thought we were crazy, I'm certain. But when you know, you just know, no matter how old (or young) you are. We made it one month into married life before our daughter was on her way, and I could hardly grasp the depth of that blessing. My ultimate dream was coming true right before my eyes.

I believe you're a mother as soon as a baby starts forming inside of you. Our bodies do the most precious work I could ever think of. So selfless and effortless. Like it's just waiting forever to grow that first human. So my first Mother's Day fell in my 4th month of my pregnancy. Every bit of my energy and identity became that growing girl inside of me, and I was sure with every ounce of me that that was  how it should be.

Something happens when you see that baby's face for the first time. Your reason for existing changes in that very instant, and life is never the same. Not just because that tiny little creature prevents any kind of normalcy with the schedule you once knew, but because you've never loved anything quite so deep. You've never known what it felt like to just look at someone you just met and feel an aching pain in your heart because you couldn't imagine life before your eyes saw that face for the first time. You've never known that, without a shadow of a doubt, you'd give your life for someone. Or kill for someone. You've never sacrificed like that before, and you've never been so grateful for the overflow of emotions of it all. And you've never had something so precious and powerful to fight for.

-------------------------------------------------

I didn't picture my life turning into the one it's turned into.

When Matt and I first got married, I was very certain about where our lives were going. He would have at least a 10 year Major League baseball career, and retire when he was ready. I'd be the doting wife and mother, who followed along merrily, and then we'd live in a big beautiful house, without a care in the world.

But that's not how it happened, because life isn't supposed to be perfect. It's supposed to be messy, and it's supposed to test you, and then you're supposed to come out on the other end a little tougher and smarter than you were before.

And what's funny is that I am SO GLAD that nothing worked out as we had planned. Because of things NOT happening the way I had imagined, I got to see what I was made of. I wouldn't have known who I really was. That person inside of me that I hadn't met before, who was willing to do whatever it took to take care of her family.

I realized how much I really kind of liked her.

Somebody once told me, "I could never do what you do. I just couldn't take time away from my kids like that." What? My stomach turned a little bit, and I wanted to scream at that person, and tell them that they'd clearly never seen rock bottom. Never had to fight for their lives for something that scared the hell out of them, but also made them feel really alive all at once.

See, my children weren't sent to me to be my identity, but to give me reason to find my own.

I know that now. And I owe that to my children. 

Had they not been sent to me, I would have never known that I was brave. For them.

To my children. You're my reason, and my fight. Thank you for teaching me that it's okay to want more, and to shine a little bit for you. 

Shine on, Moms. Don't be afraid.

Is This Real Life?

I know most of you started following this blog of mine back in The Fall when I first "came out" about my surgery that I was planning. It was a nerve-wracking time for me, since I felt like my whole life was going to be changing. And it was! In SO many ways. It felt like the clouds parted, and I could just breathe again. It's felt like SUCH a long process since December 12th 2014, but at the same time… it kinda flew by! I feel so good, and will blog all about my progress this week!

But there's something else I have to talk about too.

It's the ENTIRE reason I was even ABLE to make that huge transition in my life possible.

If you follow me on social media, then you probably hear me talk a lot about coaching, and all of the things I love about it. It's changed everything for my family and me.

But social media is funny. People talk about how "AMAZING" things are all the time, and it CAN be a lot of smoke and mirrors.

I personally like PROOF. EVIDENCE that things are legitimate, and are what someone says they are. So in the name of TRUTH, I'm going to get wayyyy out of my comfort zone.

{The last time I posted anything like this was on my Facebook page, and it was met with incredible support, BUT I still felt weird about it. SO on the blog it will go} :-)

I'm not sure what your reaction to that photo is. I'm not even sure if I know what MY reaction to it is.

THREE years ago, the phone stopped ringing with opportunities for my professional baseball player husband. We had just had our 3rd child in a 3 year span of time a couple months earlier, and had just moved across the country from Florida to Arizona. We had a massive mortgage payment for our home in Florida that wouldn't sell {thank you, recession}, a rent to pay for the condo we were living in, and ZERO income. We started to tap into our life savings, and even our 401k. It was a VERY scary time for us.

TWO years ago, I was just months into this new "coaching thing" that I was still not fully understanding, but saw my friend find some success with it, so I thought… why not? I was making pennies at this point, but something in me was coming alive. I had fallen in love with fitness, was actually ENCOURAGED to grow personally {and DID!}, and was meeting people who actually GOT ME. I never knew friends like these, a community like this, and so… I was hooked.

ONE year ago, I had just become a "6 figure earner" within Beachbody, which is when a coach starts to earn $2,000 WEEKLY {we get paid every Thursday}. My team and I had just wrapped up the year as an ELITE team, which means as a group, we helped A LOT of people get fit and healthy, AND start coaching businesses of their own. Last Summer, we also were able to take our VERY FIRST family vacation together. And after a couple years of COMPLETE rebuilding… that was a treat I'll never forget. Our oldest daughter also started ballet lessons for the first time, I could SHOP again a little bit {lol}, and we were paying down debt, and paying our savings accounts back for all the depletion we can caused.

TODAY, my WEEKLY income is what my MONTHLY income was one year ago. {WHAT?!?!}, we are saving MACHINES, will be buying a HOME within the next couple of months, our son is going to play his first season of t-ball, we'll TRAVEL as a family, and most of all… we'll live FREELY to do whatever it is we feel in our hearts we want to do.

Some people look at money as "material", and that's true, that it buys THINGS. But it can also buy precious experiences and memories, and also {and maybe most importantly} PEACE OF MIND. We no longer have to go to bed stressed, bickering, and tense because of our financial issues. Our children will know what it's like to have a HOME that is theirs, where they can pick the color paint on their walls. They'll have a backyard that's safe to play in, and a neighborhood they can grow up in. Money isn't just material… it's freedom.

Before you jump to the conclusion that this is "too good to be true"… listen to that little whisper in your heart telling you that this would be just as life changing for you as is has been for me.

And if you hear that little whisper too, take my advice and don't wait 8 months to say YES like I did ;-)
You can apply HERE for more information. <3

Spiralize All The Things

Have you heard of these interesting little contraptions that allow you stick a vegetable in them, and turn them into VEGETABLE PASTA? I know, I know, who would've ever thought of something so clever. Actually, I think I'm really late to the party on this one. My friends have been talking about "zoodles" forever now, and since I don't do a TON of the cooking anymore (Hubs has taken on most of that since my business really took off), I didn't jump right on board because I figured this was something I'd have to slave the day away to achieve NOODLES MADE OF VEGETABLES.

But thankfully, I stumbled upon one of these Veggetti things at Target the other day, and decided I needed to woman up and give it a shot. I loaded us up on some fresh zucchini, ground turkey, and some organic pasta sauce, and was off to the races.

And here's my findings:

This thing is friggin' genius.

SO SIMPLE, SO FILLING, SO GUILT-FREE, AND ZERO "PASTA BLOAT".

Here's what I did…

• Spiralize 1 large zucchini
• Brown your ground meat (I prefer to use organic ground turkey)
• Heat a couple TBSP olive oil in a separate pan, while meat is browning
• Dump spiralized zucchini (aka "Zoodles". Get it?) into heated olive oil
• I seasoned my zoodles with some ground black pepper, a little pink himalayan salt, and some garlic powder, while they were sautéing 
• Once zoodles were cooked through, and took on a "soft" appearance (cook to taste), I pulled them off the burner
• Dump your pasta sauce into your browned ground meat
• Serve yourself up your hot zoodles with some quick and easy meat sauce on top, and even sprinkle with a little parmesan!

Obviously, you can go above and beyond what I did, and make your homemade pasta sauce from scratch, BUT when you're in a pinch for a quick and healthy meal, THIS was the jam.

I even made you a video!

Embracing The Process

I know I just blogged a few days ago, but can barely remember that time. It seems like a lifetime ago because SO much healing has happened in such a short amount of time.

I'm 9 days post-op now. I remember reading other blogs, and following women on Instagram who had has my same surgery who were 9 days post-op, and I remember wishing I could fast forward to that time. They looked pain-free, and so happy. I wanted to be there. Little did I know that that first full week would fly by in the blink of an eye. I can't BELIEVE it's been more than a week, and I'm just praising the Lord, and thanking the Universe that I am here. I'm healthy, I'm happy, my body is strong, and every day gets better and better.

It's actually been a really emotional week. I'm sure part of it comes from how hard my body is working to heal, so I'm more tired than usual, and also maybe a little mix of pain meds and hormones, lol. But also, I just can't stop being so grateful for this. I look in the mirror and can't even believe what I see. Yes, there is still SO much swelling, some pain, a lot of bruising, and I am still not standing fully upright (that's the hardest part right now, and causes some intense back pain), but mostly, I see a new me. When I think about it I cry. I cry a lot really.

I related all of this the other day, in my head, to my personal fitness journey. I remember reaching that goal weight after fighting SO HARD during my weight loss for that goal, and then getting there, and just basking. It feels like that. And so I'm just basking. I'm basking in what my body has been capable of, beyond what I SEE, it's what I FEEL.

I became a wife on 1/5/08, and began living my life for my husband. I became a mother on 10/20/08, and pledged my life to caring for my children and family. And then on 12/12/14, I regained a part of ME again that has been lost a little bit along the way.

It's hard to explain because I know not everyone can relate. Not everyone carries around scars that remind them of what they CAN'T be/do. But when you finally just don't have to carry it around anymore, it's like you're free.

I'm already getting a little squirmy about not being able to workout for quite some time. But there's still just so much healing that has to happen before that can begin again. In the meantime, I'm really excited to start following the nutrition plan that came with my husband's BRAND NEW workout program called Insanity Max: 30. I know that that is still something I have control of, and I am so looking forward to going through that with him!

It's funny because I've been asked so many times how I ever found the courage to share my post-baby body so openly on social media. Like I've mentioned before, it's not like it was ever really my intention. To me, it was something I wanted to hide, and always planned on doing that. But I found these waves of bravery here and there, and so there it was. My wrinkly tummy for the whole world to see. And now here I am with this tiny, flat tummy (albeit still with countless "wounds" that need to heal) that I'm TERRIFIED to share with you all!? How does that even make sense. But this blog is to document, and will one day be something that I come back to for memory, so I will drum up one of those bravery waves, and just go for it…

My first couple days were so sketchy that I literally barely got off the couch, other than having to use the restroom. Days 2&3, the pain was its worst, and I found myself near tears a few times just from the helplessness of not being able to escape the pain. But I powered through (Percocet helped ;-) )

After a few days, I was wanting to get more curious about what everything looked like, especially as I sponge bathed myself (since an actual shower couldn't happen until my drains came out at 7 days post-op). And here is some of my progress:

Bruising going down day by day. Drains still in on day 4, and were removed on day 7. Stitches in my belly button will be removed on Tuesday 12/23, which will take away from the dark appearance of my belly button :-) And yes, my incision hides perfectly under my low cut panties, and demonstrating the position of the incision is the ONLY reason you are seeing my panties! ;-)

EVERYTHING is swollen. My sides, my boobs, my lower belly, just everything. I wear a girdle-type thing that helps me to feel a little more "held in", but I will not miss it when I don't need to wear it anymore. Today was the first day I wasn't feeling actual PAIN, but I kept telling Matt I felt like I got beat up, or like kicked in the ribs or something. And lo and behold:

So much bruising! You can also tell how my posture has improved just slightly in the past couple of days, but that I'm still pretty hunched. AND that swelling, man. But I keep imagining how great it's all going to look when the swelling is gone, if it's already looking so awesome!

Dr. S said my surgery "kicked his ass", haha. We ended up being in there for about 6 hours, and he had the hardest time with my breasts. Because I've been such an active person for such a long while now, my pectoral muscle had basically forced the original implants I had, to fall SO far down, that they were just hanging by my thin skin. There was no "pocket" left for them, which explains my intense back, neck, and shoulder pain for all those years. He kept telling me ahead of time that he wasn't sure if I would have very much excess skin to remove from my breasts, and I kept telling him that I had a feeling he'd be surprised. And sure enough, there was A LOT. He had A LOT of corrective work to do, and did a brilliant job. 

 Here I am at my 7 days post-op appointment, with my 7 days dirty hair hiding under a beanie, lol.

Leaving that appointment without my drains and my "fannie pack" (aka pain pump that runs out after only 3 days, that I hated SO much) was the biggest weight lifted, aside from the surgery itself. I would do it all again next week if I had to. There is still SO much recovering to do, and yes, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat knowing how amazing I feel right now. I've cried to Matt a number of times this week just because of how happy I feel. I can't believe this is all real. I can't believe it.

This New Chapter

The build up was so much. Such an emotional process just thinking of all of the what-ifs, and imagining how everything would go.

And then the day came faster than I could blink.

The night before my surgery, I had so many things I wanted to take care of. I wanted to make our bedroom a clean and organized little sanctuary, as that is where I imagined my recovery taking place. Cuddled up in my cozy bed, and with all of my necessities right next to me on my night stand, just steps away from my nice open bathroom. But after a great chat with my mother in law that evening, she quickly changed my mind about my decision because of the fact that my bedroom is approximately 22 steps UP to the second story of our house. Oh yeah. That probably wasn't gonna happen. Plus, the thought of being completely isolated from my family for DAYS sounded awfully depressing. So Matt and I quickly chose a couch on our main level that would be my cozy little resting nest during recovery, where I could still be near the activity of my little ones, but still rest as much as possible, and be steps away from our half bathroom (since a shower wouldn't be necessary for an entire week. I know. I'll get to that).

After we laid the kids down to bed on Thursday night, I explained to them that I wouldn't see them in morning, as I held back my tears. Quinn is still young enough that she didn't fully grasp what I was explaining, but Sydnie and Parker had a few questions. First, without going into any detail after they asked why I wouldn't be there, I told them that I'd be going to the doctor where he would be helping Mommy fix her tummy, since she had some "boo boos" leftover from when they were inside of my tummy. (I didn't, and still haven't, used the word "surgery" because I just don't think it's something their little minds need to wonder about). Sydnie was mostly concerned with the fact that, since Matt would be taking me to "the doctor" early in the morning, that they would be left alone. But I assured her that Grammy would be there in the morning before they were even awake, and before the sun was even up, and that Daddy would be back right in time to get them dressed, ready, and off to school just like normal.

Once they slept, I showered, washed my hair, shaved my entire body (since I knew it'd be a solid week until the next I could), blew my hair dry, and gave myself a pretty legit beachy wave hairdo. Hey, gotta go into the next chapter of your life with bangin' hair, am I right, or am I right?
And I packed my bag for the recovery center, which included:

• Zipper front sports bra
• Underwire bra (doctor prefers underwire for breast lifts)
• Juicy velour track suit that I haven't worn in at least 4 years, lol
• Toothbrush/ toothpaste
• Hairbrush
• Face wash/ moisturizer
• Converse shoes
• Neck Pillow
• Phone Charger and cell phone  

(And I think I ended up using 4 of those things, haha!)
I fell asleep around midnight that night with the help of an anti-anxiety pill my doctor prescribed to me for the night before, so I could rest peacefully. And I would have taken it sooner, but I couldn't drink ANY water after midnight OR in the morning when I woke up, so I chugged water that night for as long as I could, haha!

The morning of came quicker than I thought it would. I woke up at about 5am to my alarm, and was calm. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, got some last minute things tidied up before my mother-in-law arrived at 5:45 (just to stay at the house with the kids while they slept), so Matt and I could get to the surgery center up in Scottsdale by 6:30.

The center is beautiful, and Matt and I felt super comfortable right away (my doctor's office was just next door, but we hadn't seen the actual surgery/recovery center until that morning). We were greeted warmly, and were taken into a small room by my nurse to fill out some paperwork. We met with the anesthesiologist first, and went over the details and what to expect. And then my amazing doctor came in for the fun part. THE MARKINGS! One of the biggest reasons I fell in love with Dr. S was the fact that he's a perfectionist. He HATES visible scars, and makes sure to tuck away any incisions he can under the undergarments YOU wear. He wants his patients feeling confident, and still able to live their lives, by the pool, on the beach, in fitness competitions, whatever the case may be. So he told me in advance to bring the tiniest bikini bottom or pair of panties I own, so that he can put the incision mark underneath them. LOVE LOVE LOVE. So I brought the tiny "PINK" brand thong style that I always wear, and sure enough, he marked me up right underneath the top of the panty line. My breasts were also marked up quite a bit. We chatted about what to expect, and that he would take good care of me, and I trusted him fully.

From then, it went pretty quickly. My sweet nurse walked Matt and me down the hall to the operation room, and that's where I hugged and kissed my sweet man. The emotions started to set in as he went toward the exit, and I headed toward the bright lights in the room right ahead of me. The operating bed was nice and warm, and they got me very comfortable with some small talk right away. When my nurse put my IV in, and chatted me up about where I'm originally from, and how many little ones I have, I knew she could see my eyes filling with tears. It was just the fear of "This is it now" that hit me. The last thing I can remember is telling my anesthesiologist that I used to live in Central Florida. And that was it. It was time.
________________________________________

What I remember about that first day and night after surgery is not very much. I was in a beautiful recovery room, with the sweetest nurses ever. I was thirsty, but had very little appetite, which I'm sure was to be expected. I was fed shaved ice pieces and freezing cold water, and was on some of the most incredible pain medication, haha! Once I did feel a little like eating closer toward the evening, I had crackers, tea, and jello. Matt was able to come back between 4pm and 7pm, and I hardly remember him being there, as I was so incredibly tired and groggy from the anesthesia. But knowing he was there was comforting. He gave me sips of water when I needed it, and just sat with me.

By about 2am, after being very in and out of sleep from having my blood pressure, temperature, pain levels, and leg pumper things (inflatable wraps that help to prevent blood clots in the legs) checked, my catheter (sorry if that's TMI friends!) was taken out, and I was told I'd need to get up to use that bathroom. That first time moving was AWFUL. Excruciating even. It took me and two nurses to hoist me into a seated position. I walked fairly well to the toilet, and peed! HOORAY! lol.

Dr. S came to see me at 7am the morning after surgery, and opened up all of my bandages.

I could NOT believe I was looking at what is now my body. I held a mirror as he showed me all of the details, and what he did here, and what he did there, and I just kept saying, "Thank you." I still don't know if he knew how much those moments with him meant to me.

There is still so much swelling, and of course I will have these wires from my pain pump that looks like a freaking fanny pack, and these drains (oh, these fucking drains. I hate them) until Friday. And the swelling will take weeks and months to fully disappear. But what I already see is just beyond my wildest imagination.

I still have a bit of pain, but it does get better with each passing day. And I miss sleeping in my big cozy bed, but until then, I can't complain too much about my little nest here in the living room!

I've been blown away and tearful constantly by all of the love and support. Trust me, I am WELL AWARE that this was an ELECTIVE surgery. Yes, there was an element of medical necessity with the hernia and awful muscle damage. But there are just SO many more things going on in this world that deserve prayers and attention than me and my current condition. And yet, you still offer them freely. And for that, I cannot thank you enough. Your love and energy is what gets me through.

It's Tomorrow.

When I started planning for this whole thing, it felt a little bit like it would never come. And yet, here I am, really just HOURS from go time.

This week has been a little bit of a roller coaster. Lots of major excitement, because I've waited SO LONG for this, but also lots of nerves and fear that's crept in too, and SO much gratitude that we're actually able to make this come true. I try not to allow those fearful feelings to stick around for too long, and have really thrown myself into work and my family, and prepping for Christmas (I've NEVER been this ready so far in advance! Yay me!), and organizing my little nest so that I can feel completely at peace in my space while I recover.

I know there are risks. The risks are what kept me from sleep for a few nights there. But my faith is stronger, and I am pretty strong too. If I can make it through natural, unmedicated childbirth… I can make it through this. I've also been a little stressed about not being able to workout for multiple weeks. That's going to make things tough for me, but I want to make sure my body has ALL the time it needs to recover. And hey, maybe when it's time to get moving again, I'll be able to rock just a sports bra like I've always fantasized about ;-)

I made a video the other day, and kept it to myself for a couple days, but I think it's the right time to allow it to be "out". Take a peek if you feel like it:

Matt thinks we should take some official "before" pictures tonight, just to have them. Although I feel like I have taken a milling pictures already, and my doctor's office has as well. Here's one that I sent to my BFF labeled "#byfelicia" (LOL):

I can't believe how much skin there really is there! (It completely covers my undies when I pull- wow) How's that for TMI for you? #byefelicia for REAL. See you never.

If you're awake at 7:30am mountain time tomorrow, and you've got a prayer/happy vibe/positive thought to spare, I'd love you forever if you sent it my way <3