So it’s been a week since I’m back from my trip and you would think I’m back to work and meeting all my goals like I was before I left but, NO!!! Not even close ! I’ve been consistently over calories and under tracking everyday and eating things on the go and feeling like 💩 after. I’m trying really hard not to let it get the best of me and just letting myself get back to what works. It will be hard with all the Halloween candy and tasty snacks laying around but I’ve done it before so I can do it again. I can do this ! I am worthy ! Let’s go !!!!!!!!

Saturday is family day! We all get together with nieces, nephews and everyone under one roof. ❤️ I'd had a really busy morning and hadn't managed to fit my mobility in, so rather than skip it, I decided to get it done in front of the family. Little did I know I was about to provide the afternoon entertainment! 🤣 As I worked through my routine, including Cobra, Child's Pose, Cat-Cow, Thoracic Bends, Insteps and Jefferson Curls, I could hear my nieces commenting: "There's NO WAY I could do that!" "I could never get into that position!" "I can't even touch my toes!" 😂 Apparently, I'd turned family day into a live mobility demonstration! But it actually made me stop and think about how much my mobility has improved and how important this work really is. There was a time when these movements weren't easy for me either. But through consistency, practice and gradually working on my flexibility and range of movement, I've come a long way. And here's where the story gets even better... Today, my sister messaged me to say she'd done something to her back. She mentioned seeing me doing my mobility exercises on Saturday and asked about the exercises I do for my back. So, naturally, I've shared some of my top tips and three exercises with her to help her get started (with the reminder not to push through pain and to get appropriate advice if needed). Who knew Saturday's mobility session would turn into a family masterclass?! 😂 But that's actually what I love about this journey. Sometimes the things we do for ourselves can inspire the people around us without us even realising. You don't have to be flexible to start. You become more flexible by starting! You don't have to touch your toes today. You don't have to master every movement straight away. You just have to start where you are, keep practising and give your body time to improve. Small improvements add up, and things that once seemed impossible can eventually become achievable. Maybe I've started a family mobility revolution! First the nieces, now my sister... who's next? 🤣

Actually excited is a understatement! I still can’t believe this is happening. I’m nervous that’s for sure but excitement is the first feeling I have. I never thought I would ever get to experience this. Going out on my own is nerve wracking and I keep praying for protection. Having said this I know I believe in a faithful and loving God and he has brought some wonderful people in my life that will look after me. Can’t wait to meet you in person @Lena Nguyen !!!

My daughter plays on her high school softball team, and one of her responsibilities this season required her to do something she has never done before: learn how to approach someone professionally, explain what she is asking for, and make a pitch. I reached out to my sister, and she was more than willing to support her niece but she had one condition: She wanted my daughter to WORK for it. Not physically work for the money, but earn it by learning how to communicate, prepare, present herself, and confidently ask. So my daughter scheduled a Zoom meeting with her aunt and gave her first pitch. It didn’t go very well. 😂 And you know what? THAT WAS PERFECTLY OKAY. It was her first time. My sister gave her feedback and then connected her with her partner, who has experience in business, to teach her some of the basics. My daughter scheduled another Zoom, listened, took notes, and started learning. The next day I was SO excited to hear how everything went. But every time I asked, I got short answers. I figured maybe she was tired, so I left it alone. After school, same energy. Mommy radar went off. 🚨 I finally asked her, “I feel like you’re overwhelmed with something. Are you okay?” And she broke down crying. She told me: “I’ve never done a pitch before. It’s hard. I’m not good at it.” That was the moment the lesson became much bigger than softball. I looked at her and told her: It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay not to know how to do something. You’re not supposed to already be good at something you’ve never practiced. What you DO have is a family surrounding you who loves you enough to teach you, correct you, and let you practice in a safe space. Life is going to ask you to do hard things. And confidence doesn’t magically appear before you do them. Sometimes confidence comes AFTER you’ve been uncomfortable enough times to realize… “Oh. I can actually do this.” I told her about my own life. My career. Walking into a gym when I didn’t know what I was doing. Learning to lift.

Strength Thursday at 24hrs Fitness did NOT go how I pictured it. I walked in feeling good after 9 hours of sleep and had already decided in my head that today was the day I was hitting the 40-lb elevated chest press. Picked up the 40s. 1 rep. 🤯 And immediately my body said: “NOPE. Not today, Missy.” 😂 I was like…holy shit, why is this so damn heavy?! Dropped to 37.5 lbs. 3 reps. 😤 Now I’m sitting there slightly disappointed because in my head I KNOW I’m stronger than that. 😤 So I sat down. Breathed. Reset. And this is where the mental coaching started because there was no Coach Amber or Coach Inna standing over me telling me I had more in the tank. 😂 So apparently I became my own coach: “C’mon bitch. You lift heavy shit. Get your ass up and try again.” Very loving self-talk over here. 😂 Round two: 37.5 lbs x 8 reps and then another 8 reps. Okayyyyy…there she is. 😏 Then I moved to flat DB chest press. Started with: 37.5 lbs x 8 Then decided… You know what? 40 lbs x 8. ✅ THAT was the win I needed. Not because I had to prove anything to anyone, but because I reminded myself that one failed rep at the beginning of a workout does NOT decide how the rest of the workout is going to go. By then I was sweating like crazy, but apparently I still felt like doing more. 😂 So after my strength program I added a little HYROX spice: 🔥 35-lb lunges — 2 turf lengths 🔥 35-lb farmer carries — 4 lengths 🔥 BBJ — 2 lengths 🥵 And finished on the treadmill. I planned on a quick 1K, but ended up with 0.83 mile / about 1.34K in 7:49 at a 9:25 average pace. Not bad after all that work. 😂 Then reality called: TIME TO GO PICK UP MY MINI ME. And I walked out of the gym feeling like a damn baddie. 😎 Today reminded me of something: Doing your best does not always mean hitting the number you planned 🙌 Sometimes your best looks like: ✅ Fail. ✅ Adjust. ✅ Breathe. ✅ Reset. ✅ Talk some shit to yourself. ✅ Try again. ✅ And keep moving. Because the first rep does not get to decide the whole story. Sometimes nobody is there to hype you up.