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WE DID IT.

Today marks 21 days. Although there were a few imperfect days when it came to food (It was Halloweekend, cut me some slack), we never missed a workout. That's 21 days straight of busting my butt. That's 21 days of watching what I ate, drank, and how much activity I got.

I've truly feel so incredibly proud of myself for completing this 21 day fix. It feels amazing to not only see physical changes, but to feel them as well. I'm a genuinely happier, healthier, and better version of myself. To be honest, today I fought a ghouling (get it??) hangover that left me feeling zero motivation to walk anywhere besides the bathroom. BUT, thanks to my workout parter/bff/superhero-mom, who nursed me back to health (God bless you mom) with a green smoothie and toast, we walked my dog for 2 miles, and came back to do our last day of yoga. Mom's are never wrong, and she wasn't kidding when she said a little fresh air would cure the haunting hangover (and advil, of course).

21 days later I can't tell you how many pounds I lost or how many inches melted away, but that's not why I started this. For me, I wasn't feeling proud of my body. Our bodies are incredible machines and we should absolutely have pride in what they do for us every single day--but I wasn't. Now- I am so ready to wear a swimsuit and not be self-conscious. I'm ready to look in the mirror and genuinely smile. I'm not embarrassed by my stretch-marks, my legs, my hips, my stomach anymore. For me, it was about gaining back my confidence--not about the size of my pants.

In these last 3 weeks I figured out that it's not hard to eat clean, as long as you plan ahead. Meal-Prepping is essential to your progress because you know what you're eating, when you're going to eat it, and you make sure to check off all the food groups in appropriate amounts. I learned that there is no excuse to not work out, which means, you sometimes have to get up way earlier than you want to--but it's always worth it, plus the sunrise never sucks. I learned that you can still enjoy the little treats, as long as you realize you can't over-indulge, and do it all the time. I also learned that saying no to beer is still very hard, but, I made it 20 days without a drop of beer, which if you know me, is a damn near miracle. It would have been 21 days if Halloween parties didn't include playing my favorite drinking game. Ugh. Or if my costume wasn't "Beer on Tap"...at last I danced a lot. That kind of counteracts it, right?

But, tomorrow is my 23 birthday and I'm not stopping now. I'm ready to live my 23rd year comfortable in a bikini, naked, and in fitted clothes. I'm so excited for what this year has to offer, and I'm even more excited that I'm starting it off on the right foot. I signed up to be a Beach Body coach, I ordered the 21 day fix extreme, and Round 2 of the 21 day fix begins tomorrow:). I can even begin to express my feels, or contain my happiness for the way my life has already begun to turn around. I've started reading this book, "You are a Badass" by Jen Sincero, that was recommended to me by my coach, Emma Kittle. It is amazing. It is simply a book about how to recognize that YOU are a badass, full of positive vibes and capable of attracting positive experiences. It's a self-help book, but one that you can actually connect to because she's hilarious, real, and sarcastic. Even if you're a genuinely happy person, this book still pushes you to reevaluate your life and what you're doing with it. It was the missing piece to my puzzle.

So- with this new look on life, this fresh feeling in my heart, I'm ready to start my 23rd year. I want to thank everyone who reached out to me for advice, tips, "go get ems", and positive messages. This one's for all of you, because you all truly pushed me through the tough days and the daunting halloween goodies.

Life is good my friends, life is so very good.

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  1. WOW Erin - your post made me happy and weepy and I am so BADASS proud of you.
    It's Jan, Emma's mom.

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    1. Thank you so much, Jan! Emma sure is great...you both are BADASSES in my book:)

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