The Thing About Weight

Let me get right to it.

In high school, I weighed 165-170 pounds (fluctuating during my period). College I was between 180-190 pounds. After kids and a stressful marriage, I got as high as 225.

My highest weight to date. Y’all it scared me SO much.

For the past three years, my life has been a ball of stress. Navigating a divorce I never wanted to go through made it really tough for me to accomplish daily tasks. I’ve fluctuated since, but not by 5 pounds. I’ve gotten as low as 208, only to go right back to 225. I stayed at 215 for about a year.

Along the way, telling myself to get my shit together. Telling myself my weight wasn’t that bad or that I could eat the second piece of cake.

All the while, being way too hard on myself internally to the point of breaking down at least once a week about how horrible I was. Insert eye roll and someone please give me a Snickers.

Within the last year, I’ve become way more educated on how I want to live my life and how I want to fuel my body (and my kids, but that’s another story). This past week, I hit the point of no return. The point where I realized this is do or die. I cannot go on like this and achieve my dreams. I cannot make excuses. I will not let my past rule my present or my future. It actually happened during a workout.


Let me explain.

I had eaten clean that day and felt really good. I decided to challenge myself the month of September. I wanted to work out every day for the month. An honest, sweaty, gritty work-out. I promised myself I wouldn’t get a post-workout shake unless I had put in some damn good effort and then some. I better be a muscle-shaking, almost can’t pick myself off the floor mess.

I kind of tricked myself also. I said I’d start September first, but wanted to see if I was really serious about it. So I decided not to wait. I got off work Monday and headed to the gym. I started with the treadmill (25-30 mins, usually listening to Jenna Kutcher’s Goal Digger podcast!), moved to the recumbent bike (25 min preset Fat Burn ride), then into the weight room.

Y’all, I get JACKED going to the weight room. It’s my favorite place to be. But lately I had been struggling with feeling up to the challenge. Nothing had felt right the last few days and I couldn’t get in my zone.

I figured with this challenge, I’d see if I could push myself.

It was now or literally never.

I pushed myself to failure for the FIRST time ever. IT FELT AMAZING! Up until then, I had not realized how scared I was to hit failure. I didn’t want to drop the weight, shake too much, or feel weak (makes no sense, I know).

I stepped away from the weights and took a quick lap around the room while tears filled my eyes. I was SO proud of myself and felt like I literally broke through what’s been holding me back these three years. No one mattered but Chelsea. I felt like such a different person. Until you experience it, I don’t think I could ever explain it correctly.

Here’s some challenge info.

I started Monday. It will technically end September 26th but I’ll go until the 30th. It’s the end of Day 3. I feel phenomenal. I won’t do another weigh in until Day 5 (every Friday). I’ll post details about my challenge in another post.

To give you a little more info, I took a few steps to start this off:

  • Ditch the junk
  • Use what we have (meal plan)
  • Build a routine
  • Food prep if I have to
  • Give yourself grace

If you want to hop on the train a little early, first thing’s first.

Get rid of the junk.

I filled two garbage bags full of junk food.

A couple more things.

I began this challenge for me. Dustin is doing it as well. I’m sure it could work for anyone that tries it. It’s very simple. This is not a calorie counter. This is not a starvation method.

In addition to working out for 30 days, I want to be 165-170 by age 30. I’m 27 on the eleventh and I don’t believe this goal is out of my reach. I’m pretty positive I can get there quite a bit sooner, but I’m starting with 30 days so I don’t get ahead of myself. I’m using this time to really focus on number 3…Build A Routine. I want a solid, daily routine for a while.

I’ll post more in the days to come about the meal plan we’ve selected for us, the workouts we do, weekly weigh in’s with updates, recipes, etc. I’ll let Dustin sort of speak for the guys while I stay geared towards the women. But feel free to use any of our advice as you see fit.

Most importantly, don’t forget to love yourself. Love the ups and the downs. Go easy on yourself. It took X amount of years to get to where you are now.

The thing about weight?

It is nothing but a number. It does not define you as a person. It does not tell me your favorite movies, your favorite hobbies, how you like your coffee, what fires you up inside.

You are an exceptional human being and I’m so glad you’re here with me.


Keep On Shining,


Family Visit

Well, my mom & sister are safe and sound back in their homes. We had such a wonderful visit this year! They were both here for about a week and the kids LOVED it. I must say I enjoyed the three days off of work it gave me.

I scrambled like a mad woman to clean the house and set up their rooms before they arrived. Lets face it, there’s usually dishes to be cleaned and laundry to be done around here.

Fun fact: Ashley did some research and she was here last year on the exact same day! Here’s a photo comparison. They look like BABIES!!







We got to do so many fun things! Last year we did all the “tourist” things. We went to the Badlands, Mount Rushmore, and a few kid-friendly attractions. This year we really wanted to focus on being together and didn’t go too far from town.

During the course of their stay I showed them my two favorite places in town, our wellness studio and our coffee shop. We went to the park more times than I think we’ve been in one week. The kids played so well together and each morning couldn’t wait to get out of bed to go see one another.

My nephew is 2 weeks older than my daughter so we did a joint birthday party and invited some of the kids’ friends and their parents over to hang out. We had a snack/dessert table set up. Now, some may notice the cake. I had the cake ordered way before the visit was final. But we made due and my nephew love it. We set up two kid pools and handed out water guns to each kiddo that was there. Later, we filled both pools with water balloons. One pool was the girls, one was the boys. We set up a mini water balloon fight for them and it was a blast! (Luckily they didn’t get too crazy with throwing).

We did leave town for one adventure! There is a really cool water park about an hour and a half from us. After spending a few days at the house we decided the kids would enjoy that. The water park has a splash pad, a “playground” that has a huge bucket over it that dumps water every couple minutes, a few different pools, a lazy river, a rock wall, an obstacle course, and the older kid/adult slides. It was so much fun, even Ashley and I enjoyed going on the bigger water slides!! My personal favorite was being able to ride down the slides on an inner tube.

Here’s more than a few pictures of the week we had with my sister, my nephew, and my mother. The kids miss them so much already. A few times they’ve asked if they’re still at the house and I reluctantly have to say no.

Any of you out there really enjoy being around your family? I’m right there with ya.


It was one of the best weekends we’ve had here in a long time. I cannot wait to start planning our trip to the east coast a year from now!!! More on that later.

Keep Shining,


Be Kind.

We’ve heard it many ways. Treat others how you want to be treated. You get what you give. Your vibe attracts your tribe. Build a longer table, not a taller fence (my favorite).

It all boils down to kindness. Be kind.

Be Kind

Reach out to the lonely. Get rid of the “you can’t sit with us” notion and invite people to your table. If you see someone obviously put out, include them. You don’t necessarily have to buy them anything either, “donating” a small chunk of your time will go farther than you would think.

In school, I was never the popular one. I did “float” through every clique, including the popular crowd. I got people together who otherwise would never hang out. I was the glue so to speak. I would go to a party and sort of melt into the background.  I love to people watch, always have. I’d notice friendships blossoming, relationships sparking, and it was awesome to see.

But I was also very lonely.

Come lunch time, Phys Ed, or any group activity in the classroom, I was faced with the “reality” that I was alone. In retrospect, I could have reached out to anyone. I could have included myself and I’m sure I would’ve been welcomed with open arms.

As an adult however, social situations become even more awkward and difficult (or is that just me?). We’re no longer forced to make connections and we can hide behind the “I’m super busy” excuse if we don’t want to see anyone. Partner that with kids, and you can hole up for years. In today’s technology-filled world, we’re moving farther and farther apart from each other. For me, it’s very disheartening to see. I have friends who get physically sick when they’re forced to be on the phone.

Growing up, I was one of those people. I couldn’t call my doctor, my school, much less a friend to see if they wanted to come over. I’m much better at that now that I’m older.

I choose to believe we are internally wired to crave interaction. I’m talking more than a quick, “Hi! How are you? Nice day, isn’t it?” We crave deep, meaningful interaction. We care about others and we want to be cared for as well. I don’t know about you but I consider myself an introverted extrovert. Whether I’m writing, watching a movie, taking a drive, or working out. I generally gravitate towards doing activities alone.

On the other side of the coin, I love entertaining. I love to get people gathered together. This is where my happiness lies. Y’all, I rarely entertain. Why? As simple as it sounds to be kind and include others, on the same note it’s so difficult! I’ve never really cared what others thought about me. What I wear, what I drive, how my house is styled. That stuff doesn’t bother me.

What does scare me? Rejection.

It’s the worst! I avoid rejection like the plague, even if that means I don’t do anything. I get sweaty nervous, it’s disgusting. I mean let’s face it; you place yourself in a vulnerable position when you extend an invitation. With acceptance, rejection is near. There’s the chance they’ll be busy or even the simple fact they just won’t want to attend/hang out.

Here’s what I have to say about that. It’s taken me 26 years to not take the decisions of others personally. I still struggle with it daily. The decision the opposite party makes is their choice.

It is not a direct reflection of you as a person, sweetheart.

Simple as that.

They’re just as human and independent as you are. Don’t take it personally. Respect the decision they’ve made, even if it’s not the one you wanted.  Keep that chin up and try, try again. People need what you have to offer them. You’ve got so many wonderful qualities about you, keep on letting them shine through.

Keep Shining,