Growing young

confidence, empowerment, Family, Marriage, Mother, Uncategorized

As a child I was surrounded by my grandparents and great-grandparents. My parents were 18/19 when they started our little family. My grandparents 40, my great grandparents 60. 

Similar to many American families, divorce struck our family and we really needed the support of my grandparents-great grandparents. I practically lived with Grandma and Grandpa. Heck, today, they would be just about that age that we feminists are having our children. 

Ain’t no thang in that 40 ovary game. 

I digress. 

My grandparents did everything for us during times where my parents were – figuring it out. My grandma stayed at home and cared for us. She was the busiest woman I’d ever met. There was no a moment to wait, relax or sit. She was always moving. I, of course, loved that. Let’s go! I’m always up for shopping and driving around the city. My grandfather, worked all day. He made the life for this family. He worked long, hard hours in his younger years and that paid off dividends in his later years. 

So, here I am, 30 and realizing things are starting to change. So. Freaken. Fast. 

When you have young grandparents you have the luxury of enjoying them for many years. But, time is a fickle thing. Time does some nasty things. Time creates a sense of false security- just more time- just once more- if I only had more time. One more minute and one more breath. 

I’m writing this as we drive away from the family that cared for me when my parents were absent. The people that held my hand and led me through my childhood. They rocked me, encouraged me, fed me, clothed me, loved me. Many times, I was the apple of their eye. The first girl in a family full of boys. The sassy one that kept them on their toes. The steadfast yet flexible one. They built me and I’ve been gone from them for years. One state away through high school, college, marriage, career and family. Still, one state away. Always waving – goodbye! See you soon! But, today’s goodbye was different. As we drove away sentimental items in tow I can’t help but deeply and intensely feel the change, deep in my bones. I feel it so much it hurts and comes out as ice sharp tears. Knots in my throat and full blown belly ache. My grandparents have come to a new life stage: dependency. They aren’t traveling. They aren’t leaving the house as much. Grandma isn’t busy. She’s not even driving. 

Aging hurts. Is it just selfish? I don’t want to see them like this. I want to go back. Back would mean so much pain – and I know that. It’s not possible and I know that, too. It’s not the wrinkles that bother me or the gray hair. It’s the early signs of losing their sense of self. You know, the… Oh, gesh, that’s so sad- I never want to end up like that, kind of thing. We are our identities. When you lose your sense of self and understanding of what life means for you… What are you doing here? 

I saw my great-grandma (Nana) yesterday. 95. Ninety five freaken years old. Glorious. How is that even possible? The stories she would have for us… Vast… If only she could talk. She stopped talking 6 months ago. If her 40,50,60 year old self saw herself- she would not be happy. As I was masking my tears and picking my jaw up from the ground, I, again, became selfish. Why? I wanted her back. For just one minute. Tell me the story about when I was sick at school and you had to pick me up and give me soup. Tell me about my Papa and how you met. Make me one of your little dolls with the knitted dress that I took for granted and didn’t think about saving. Tell me. Instead, we sat there- strangers. I didn’t know this woman and she didn’t know me. 

I took photos. Too painful to look at – I can’t see the joy in them. Again, just selfish. I took a close up of her hands because those are and were her hands. When I was born she said, “oh my goodness, look at her beautiful hands!” And now, as she nears the end, the only thing that caught my attention was her beautiful hands. 

Those hands picked cotton as a child, they held a pencil as she learned to write her name, they held her husband and children. They bathed four girls, diapered, fed, rocked. They held grandchildren and great grandchildren and this weekend her great-great grandson, Zaccai. Those hands have accomplished more than can ever be imagined. As I opened chocolate after chocolate for her and placed them delicately in her hands I thought. This. This could be the last time I see her sweet, soft hands working. She’s worked for 95 years. 

How do you let them age? We grow old to turn young. Regression and hopefully softly and safely into the arms of the one who loves us most. 

Easter Bunny Sunday

Attachment parenting, confidence, empowerment, Family, Mother, Parenting, Uncategorized

It’s been so long I almost forgot how to start a post. Life is busy and crazy and so damn demanding. I just want a full 24 hours to pee by myself and not respond to one email. NOT ONE. 

I’m riding the waves of motherhood and a full time college teaching career coupled with a part time teaching gig at another college. I drive to 3 different campuses each week. It’s utterly insane and I love it. I can’t help to yearn for the day I’ll find my tenured track teaching position and settle down.

These past few months that I’ve been gone (from you- blog) I’ve feel these words:

Happiness, joy, laughter, sweet, caring, friendship, excitement….

But I’ve also had some really terrible situations happen that have left me feeling…

Lost, isolated, sad, uncomfortable, depressed, uncertain, out of control, fleeting, inadequate…

Is there a chance PPD can happen when your child is well into toddler years? I feel like the world is sitting on my shoulders and trying to suffocate me. 1 step forward and 5 steps back. 

I mean, I’ve accomplished some really amazing things… But they’ve kind of just been an almost there success… I feel like I’m part of the Myth of Sissifus.

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Wow. If I want to have a blog and followers I should probably FINISH BLOG POSTS FROM Easter! 

All I can do is laugh. I wanted to just throw this one away, like, oh well [she] tried. But then I thought, nah, they can see I’m a total mess just like everyone else. 
Half finished

Half inspired

Half irritated 

Half assing this thing called life.

Do you feel you’re half-Ing shit, too? Well, dang, you’re NOT alone.

Since it’s been SO long. Here’s a few pictures from our lives lately. 

Oh. And. I’ll post a REAL blog post this week. Don’t hold your breath 😁

Stolen Time

Attachment parenting, confidence, empowerment, Family, Marriage, Mother, Parenting, Uncategorized

First of all, Happy Birthday to my momma. 

  
Everyone has the “perfect” mom…. And I’m here to say, I have the “perfect” mom. I mean, we get in our fair share of arguments but I wouldn’t trade her in. My mom was once a young mom with three children who too most likely felt like a huge failure. 

Why, why do we [women] find fault in like everything? Now, let’s backpedal a bit and bring you to my mom at 24 years of age. Marriage falling apart, 4 year old boy, 3 year old girl and infant baby boy. 24, people. 

Maybe you’ve been there, maybe you’re there now. I’m here to say, I admire you. You feel like a failure and like you’re never going to muddle out of the mounds of debt and depression and these children need you… And you need a partner; however, s/he is gone. I think my mom would tell you: this sh!t is hard and it’s not going to get easier. She would tell you the pain is heavy and the stress is intense. She would also say the most painful part is losing your children. She would say the courts f’d up and gave her children to the wrong parent. She would tell you her children suffered tremendously because of her. 

She blames herself. Everyday she tries to make up for stolen time… She can’t. It’s gone. 

For so many years I cried for my mom. I wanted her in my life, daily. I knew what I was missing out on; but, more importantly, I knew what my siblings needed- their mom. I, at the age of 6, was certainly no replacement for a mother. I tried. 

A moment of clarity came over me as I sit in tears on my therapist’s couch. WHY AM I STRUGGLING IN MY MARRIAGE AND PARENTING? I knew some of our marriage issues were unearthing through my rotten childhood. My husband has a lovely family, solid foundation. I, very very cracked. I told her of a story (unrelated to myself) about a 2 year old boy being forgot in the car in the middle of Arizona summer and he died. I literally cried all night for him. Young, forgotten child in the car. How horrifying. How lonely. How sad. My therapist said, “Amber, do you know why you can’t shake that”? I stared, confused. “You’re the baby stuck in the car, you’re waiting for your parents to save you, comfort you, protect you. They didn’t.” 

They didn’t

Maybe, they just couldn’t. Two people interested in the same thing: 3 children and ripping apart the other person. Divorce. Hatred. Dirty laundry. Attorneys. Judgements. Weekend visitation. It’s all just f’d up. 

They couldn’t. 

I knew my parents would never work it out. I knew they would never be amicable. I never even wishes or prayed for it. I only prayed my life would not reflect theirs. I didn’t want to go through the pain again. 

How did my mom survive that pain? My son went to the ER one night and I thought I would lose it, ear infection. Drama. How in the world did my mom go years without holding, squishing, smelling, and cuddling her little lug bugs? 

So, now, here I am – 30 and trying to get past all this yucky childhood stuff and pray to God we don’t put our son through any of this… But there are still so many families out there that can relate to this pain. There is so much hurt, so much anger. If I can give you one piece of advice from a child who desperately needed both parents to be civil and kind…

Don’t deny your children their right to see the other parent. They will resent you. 

Don’t deny your children their right to visit with their grandparents. They will really resent you. 

Don’t talk bad about the other parent in front of them. Just don’t do it. 

Co-parent. Make decisions about their lives and focus on them. Not YOU. 

We just finished a holiday season and every year I’m so thankful it’s over. I can’t help but think of all the pain I had each Christmas without my family. Now that I have my own little family the holidays are bright; but, the past is sometimes hard to shake and I have to continually remind myself that I am in charge of my happiness and no one else. 

Whatever you do, do it with love in your heart. 

   
    
   

The Process of Finding Happiness 

Attachment parenting, Beauty tips, Body shaming, confidence, empowerment, Mother, Parenting, Student loan debt

I’ve been silent for months now. So much has changed in my life and it’s really hard to process it all.

Three months ago I was miserable. I was working long hours outside of the home and hating every minute of it. I climbed up that proverbial corporate ladder, well, mostly… to the third step… Okay, maybe the second one, stay with me here! None-the-less, I hated life. My happy place was leaving work and teaching. I teach community college communication classes and LOVE every minute of it. Well, minus the grading.

I knew I couldn’t leave my corporate job, I was making too much money and ironically not enough. We were barely making it due to the mounds of debt I took on through my bachelors and masters degrees. You know the story. The sad, sad story. 

And then, one day, I told my husband, “I can’t do it.” I’m giving myself a few more months of this and I’m done. I said it out loud. DONE.

I was scared. I had no plan. I have so much debt, so many bills. Yet, I spent my days being so miserable and feeling suffocated. I. Hated. Life.

I was making my family miserable too. Sorry dudes. Then, the sky opened and I landed a job at a major university in their communication department. DREAM JOB. There is one little problem… Less, much less money.

Let me take you back to when I was in the middle of my misery pleading to God to help me. I said, “please allow me something that I love to do and I can share my talents.” I forgot to mentioned that I wanted millions along with it. So, I got the dream job.

I also asked my therapist for help. She knew I was miserable. She could see it each time I visited her office. She asked me if I felt successful, I always said “no”. Why! Why don’t you, Amber? I said, how could I? You should see the red in my bank account each month. How can I claim success when I’m in this state? I didn’t get it.

I went to see her last week. I sat there. Completely mesmerized that I was the happiest I’ve been making less money. I made it. I’m successful. It’s real. 

She asked me about my classes and students and I literally cried. I love my life. I’m so happy. I’m using my skills in the field I love. Students call me professor- and I turn around! Haha, it still makes me giddy.

Life was stressful and overwhelming when I hated my job. I just had to let go and let God.

What have you been holding on to? A relationship? A painful memory? A dreadful job?

How can you find your happiness?

What is happiness to you?

I found mine; go get yours.
All my love.

  

Follow Your Heart

Attachment parenting, empowerment, Family, Marriage, Parenting, Uncategorized, weight loss

We’re all busy, right? 

I am. I’m a wife, mom, full time manager, part time instructor at a community college, a friend, a daughter, a writer, a dishwasher, a laundry goddess and last but not least a terrible cook. 

How do I have the time? If I had a nickel for all the times my friends say, “how the hell do you do it!?” I’d be rich! 

I don’t know. But, let me tell you what I’ve lost because I’ve “done it all.”

Time.

Memories.

Moments.

Years.

Z turns 3 in November. I turn 30 in September. The year of “3”. I told myself 2015 will be my year of change. I will not continue to be “too busy”. I’ve told my son on numerous occasions- I can’t, mommy has to work. Sorry, off to work. Internally I say, sorry, I’ll make it up to you… of course, Z can’t understand the concept of “make it up”. 

But, I won’t make it up. I won’t because he’s only going to take his first step once. He’s only going to say his first word once. He’s only going to smile and coo “once”. These moments are gone. Some of them I’ve witnessed, but most I’ve missed. I missed them so I could pay off credit card debt, pay off car payments, pay for Internet, pay for cable, for for loans I took out to pay off debt. I’ve worked so hard so others could be successful. 

In our couples therapy my therapist asked me if I thought I was successful. 

I said no.

God, have you seen my checking account? I’m NOT successful.

No mind I put myself through college. I wasn’t supposed to go to, statistically speaking. I graduated with a Master’s two years later. All by 23 years of age. I lost 55 pounds on the Weight Watchers program and lead hundreds of people to live happier, healthier lives. I encouraged my friends to love themselves and take risks. Fall in love. I emotionally supported my husband when he couldn’t take another day in Corporate America. I let him take a risk. I climbed the ladder in Corporate America after numerous rejections and I have taught at a college for the past 5 years. I’ve ran 3 half marathons and 1 Ragnar. I had a labored for days with my baby and had a c-section to seal the deal and bring him into this world. I’ve given up so much to provide for the people I love. And, now, when faced with a deep, profound question: are you successful? My answer was: NO.

My life has always been defined as being poor. Lower than lower middle class. I’ve always been taught that success=money. Why, why oh why is this woman telling me that I’ve gotten it all wrong? I need to look at success from a different angle. I can’t. Or, I feel like I can’t. 

Since that day I have seriously tried to tell myself I was successful. It’s been hard to accept that I am successful since I don’t have much to show for “it”. The successful competition is fierce. I mean, how can I even compare? How can I convince the world Amber Green is successful? Shit, I’m probably the 1803502747920847 person on your Google machine. 

Or, maybe, just maybe it doesn’t matter what others think of me… Only how I feel about myself? Compared to myself?

If I’m not “successful” why am I wasting my time working? If I’m not becoming “successful” and doing the work I was put on this earth to do, what am I doing? Working to live, not living to work. Who does that anyway? Live to work?

“If you love what you do you’ll never work a day in your life.” That’s always been a crock of shit to me, not gonna lie. But, maybe I’m just a pessimist and people really love what they do and jump up before their alarm and do it.

If that’s true, I feel that way about teaching. It’s amazing. I feel like I’m empowered and empowering people. I’m giving them the gift I thought I would never have: information. College & Weight Watchers. Both accomplishments that were never supposed to happen. I should be an uneducated fat woman. I’m not. Instead I’m the opposite. 

  
I’m ready to do this. I’m ready to feel success by following my heart and sharing my gifts. 

I am starting to find if I let go and trust it will all work out things seem to go better than I could have imagined.

How can that be? Let go and let God.

Is that success? 


Love + Love = Love

Art, Attachment parenting, confidence, empowerment, Marginalized individuals, Marriage, Mother, Parenting, Publishing a children's book, Small Business

If I’ve learned anything it’s to pass on love to my child. My husband and I don’t spend any time explaining who should love who with Z. To us, love is love. 

My parents divorced at a young age and went their separate ways. Dad remarried and mom, well, didn’t. 

I’ve never been asked why my dad remarried but believe me I’ve been asked why mom never remarried. 

I used to lie about why.

  • She isn’t interested in dating
  • She doesn’t really want to be in a relationship 
  • She doesn’t have time! Hello, 3 kids, single mom! 
  • She likes being alone-  duh, doesn’t everyone just want to be left alone!?
  • She’s overweight, maybe when she loses weight
  • She wants to focus on herself

Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. You get it.

Truth? 

She’s a Lesbian.

That’s right. I said it. I’m not a lier anymore. Man, that feels great. 

I’ve lied to everyone in my life until I met my husband. Oh, yea, and the drunken night with some of my college besties and our need to share all. Yea, that happened. Anywho……

Why the lies? “No one cares.” People would tell me. 

Oh, yea. Sure. Tell the world as a teenager that is coming into herself- I could barely contain my period let alone the fact that my mom was a lesbian. Then, I got so used to all the lies that I never went back to those people and corrected them. I just brushed it under the rug. 

Until now. I just took a leap of faith. I wrote a children’s book about Z’s two grandmas. 

Loving My Grandmas

I’m so proud a publishing company invested in me and my family story. I’m absolutely thrilled that Z gets to have representation of his two grandmas. TWO grandmas in love.

In love and that’s okay. It’s really, okay!

He will never have to lie. He won’t have to make up stories about Noni & Grandma. He won’t have to feel ashamed. He will just be able to love and enjoy them. Isn’t that what having grandparents is all about!? 

We think so. 







You can buy the book and support the movement! Equality for all. 

Buy here! Loving My Grandmas

Support my passion and advocate for marginalized couples all over the world! 



Today, I felt like quitting and giving up.

confidence, empowerment, Mother, Publishing a children's book

Do you ever have those days where it’s all wrong?

Today was my day.

I don’t even want to replay it. I know it was bad. If I graded myself I would give me an F. I even drove myself from work to home (25 miles) on E. I didn’t care if I ran out of gas. I didn’t want to think about my horrible day and recount it in my head, but I did. Over and over and over. 

If I only could have.

If I would have.

I should have. 

How many times would I replay this? When will I move on? 

Funny. When I have an amazing day rearely do I replay the joyous moments. Rarely. 

When the bad days come, replay and repeat is apparently my mantra. 

I took about an hour break after writing what you’ve read this far. I wanted to collect my thoughts and eat a few Oreos, pasta and sauce, bread and butter and a peppermint. I mean, I wanted to eat my feelings. I don’t feel better by the way, now I’m just bloated and sad. Hashtag: I’ll never learn. 

——–//////// A NEW DAY ////////———

Yesterday is gone and I’ve put my big girl panties on and have taken a moment to evaluate my life. 

  • Life is amazing. Let’s be real, I’m writing this on my iPhone 5S. Really, complaining, Amber? 
  • I have an amazing, supportive husband who adores me.
  • I have a beautiful son!
  • I have an awesome career that offers my mind the opportunity to learn and grow. 
  • I have people that believe in me.
  • I feel comfortable in my own skin.
  • I acknowledge my imperfections and allow others to give me feedback. 
  • I stand up for what’s right.
  • I’m a published author! Loving My Grandmas
  • I’ve overcome adversity and I am a happy person.

So, all in all, bad days come and go; however, these “things” they last. I will always be these things. I own these things.

I created a few sayings on A Beautiful Mess and wanted to share them with you. I hope they speak to you as they spoke to me. 







103,101 reasons why your toddler is…

Attachment parenting, confidence, empowerment, Family, Parenting

Totally irreversibly insane!

He gets it from his mama. #sadbuttrue

Okay, I wrote that title days ago and here I am finishing what I started. Do you ever get so distracted with life that you don’t finish the things that bring you joy? For example, if you’re working 9-5 (PS WHO works those hours anymore? More like 7-6) you probably have unfinished projects all over your house or even car. You’ve probably said, “I’ll get to that this weekend or when the kids are on summer vacation.” Isn’t it time to take a stand for all of our unfinished pro…. – as I was writing that last sentence Zaccai woke up from his nap and here I am hours and hours later picking up from where I left off.

How am I supposed to be an awesome blogger with 2 jobs, 1 baby cub, 1 man cub, a house, laundry, grocery shopping, friends, student emails, 15 employees…. ???Blah, blah, blah!

Let’s try to get back…. Where did I leave off? Oh, yes. Start & finish your projects! Why did you start them in the first place? Do they bring you joy? If so, what are you waiting for!? Just do it.

Now, reasons why my toddler is totally insane:

He cries because, well, I’m not sure why- life is too difficult for a 2 year old?

He woke up the other night around 1AM and was so pissed at me (maybe from a dream?) and he decided to yell, scream and cry for over an hour. Then, in an instant he decided he wanted to play with his toys. So, for a few more hours he played and played. What the!!?!!!!

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Then, after my tired, burning, red eyes healed from a night of total exhaustion my mind changed.

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He’s not totally insane, he’s 2 & welcome to motherhood. What’s so annoying is seeing these model like mommas with their perfect houses and perfect husbands. No offense if you are one of those moms (I hear they don’t exist anyway) but “you” mommas make us feel like mom-failures. And my two-year-old-crazy-bat-shit-kid is moderately mediocre in comparison to your beige wearing, flower picking angel.

So, here’s to all the bat-shit-crazy-two-year olds and their crazy-ass-imperfect-mommas!

I spent the afternoon with my sweet momma friend. She quoted a quote that we have all quoted, (read that 5 times fast!)

life is too short

And, she’s right. As we begin to end the year I’m focusing on being thankful for all I have and not dwelling on what I don’t.

I’m thankful to have this blog and people that care enough to read and watch my life unravel & ravel!

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You’re Beautiful & Those Lashes! YOUNIQUE

Attachment parenting, Beauty tips, confidence, empowerment, Family, Mother, Small Business, Younique

I can’t tell you how many times people have asked me, “are those your real lashes!!?”

YES! I’ve always used pretty good mascara and I have my favorites for sure! I really think mascara is the key to a woman’s heart, good mascara!!

So, my drop-dead, wish I had all the money in the world, mascara, is Estée Lauder Magnascopic. Now, that bad boy girl runs about 28$ or so. Wayyyyyy too much for my budget since I use it so often!

My go-to mascara now is MAC volumizer…

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It’s a bit cheaper (around 18$) and is pretty close to Estée. Now, I know you’re thinking… Ahem, that’s still pricy! But, I don’t spend money on myself often and it’s my one treat- good mascara!

Now. This does give me an everyday “OMG those lashes look” and it keeps me pretty happy… But it’s not going to give you the WOW, falsies!?

So when I was approached by Lisa from Younique OMG lashes to try her products I thought, why not! I’m always on the look out for something new and I can share it with my readers!

Also, my neighbor and good friend get false lashes and pay UP TO $150!!!! Holy smokes! I mean, they look amazing but $150 is $150!

So, here’s the process & my thoughts!

This is me before anything on my lashes:

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First, you apply a thin coat of your own mascara. So, here’s a thin coat:

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Then, you apply Younique transplanting gel; before the gel dries you apply their fibers. Lastly, you seal the deal with the transplanting gel!

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The product looks like this…

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I went to her site to check the price. I was expecting around $50. I felt that would be reasonable. NOPE. I was pleasantly surprised!!!!

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The other benefits? ALL NATURAL!!!

Recently, a reader emailed me… Wahoo!!! First reader email. Anyway, she asked about my mascara and asked if I had a suggestion for a natural mascara. I didn’t. NOW, I do!

I seriously suggest this product! I haven’t seen anything like it in the stores. Although, I have to admit I live under a rock these days. But, even if there are comparable products I bet the prices are much higher!

Here are the deets:

Guaranteed Products!
No shipping on purchases over $100
Naturally based products- no crap inside!

I’ve embedded the link to the site multiple times; but, one more can’t hurt!!

Younique OMG lashes!

Now, I can’t leave you without a few moments of my little man. He is turning 2 freaking years old on November 4th. TWO! TWO! How did that happen?

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Confidence and Weight Loss

confidence, empowerment, weight loss

You are worth it. 

At times I wonder WHY I am SO successful at keeping 55 pounds of weight off. WHY me? HOW? What is SO special about me. And, as much as I want to sit here and tell you I am superduper amazing – which, I am…I have to be really honest with you – it’s not anything special about me.

If you have read my blog by now you know that I lost my weight on Weight Watchers and I have maintained the weight loss – ALL OF IT – over the span of 7 years and 1 pregnancy. I attribute much of what I know and live, through the teachings of Weight Watchers; however, I also have my own philosophy and where-with-all to know it goes beyond a weigh in and 30 minute meeting.

You see, I always knew I was beautiful. I was always confident! I always knew I would be somebody some day. Really, just like the song. It was when I reached an all time high with my weight that I no longer felt like myself and I knew I needed a change. So, although I struggled with weight – I never struggled with confidence. I mean, WHY would I? I have always been fabulous.

So, you, maybe you are struggling with weight or with confidence… how on earth do you find it? Where does it come from? All I can say is that I have found it in particular places – all within my self.

You HAVE to start with YOURSELF.

No? Don’t have time for yourself? Well, that sounds like a personal problem – make the time. Really. Stop. Stop making the excuses and make the time to focus on your health! You ONLY get one body and one chance at this thing called life… make the most of it.

I therefore am going to do the annoying cliche numbering system:

1. Pick a date – choose that date and make it your “I am going to be fabulous date.” NOT a death sentence of I am going to start a dreaded diet – that just sucks.

2. Pick a healthy routine. I MEAN it… healthy. So start small. Maybe it is eat 1 fruit/vegetable each meal. Sounds insane but it will work. Do it each day.

3. Start walking – an NO not just to McDonald’s. Around the block. Play with your kids. Walk your damn smelly dog – just get out there.

4. Stop boozing it up – send that to my house. Enough said.

5. Eat FAT. And not greasy shit… I mean, avocados, almonds, cheese, milk, eggs… good FATS!

Here are some great super foods from Web MD. Mix ’em up.

6. Find great support – a friend, a family member an online blogger… anyone with a pulse that speaks your language!

7. Follow foodie blogs. Don’t tell me you eat a damn chicken salad every day for lunch and dinner… Ugh, you already annoy me. Add variety! Here are some of my favorite foodie blogs:

Oh She Glows

Kath Eats Real Food  

Choosing Raw

Chocolate Covered Katie

8. If you are not a cook or baker, f-it… pick some easy shit up from the grocery or take-out but make sure it is a healthy option… Not sure? ASK! Shoot- ASK me! No one ever sends me emails or comments under here… I WILL HELP YOU! ambernicholegreen@gmail.com

9. Give yourself a break – grace – be easy on yourself. You did not gain it overnight.

10. Love you. Do you expect your family and friends to love you? I hope so. Then – YOU need to LOVE yourself FIRST.

So – I guess that is my 10 step plan for you… I also have a YouTube channel that is completely a mess. Really, I am not good at that yet – but I am trying. So if you are interested GO THERE for help too!

You hold the future of your weight loss – unleash it. 

Amber Green YouTube

* I am very new to YouTube, be gracious 🙂