April 26th Weekend Party Jam!!!

Hey America,

Because of the fun we had together this week talking about Herpes and personality flaws lets lighten that load with a weekend party Jam! I am thinking of making this a weekly occurrence and every weekend share with you my Jam of the week that has really kept me movin and groovin.

This weeks Jam is none other than RedFoo Ridiculous!


ENJOY!!!

http://youtu.be/1w9DiGlZks


Click the link above to listen to the song! :)

With love to you,

Be true to you,

Drew

Getting Rear Ended

Hey America,

As you know I love ZUMBA but last week I decided to try something different to start my week and it was beginner Yoga. When I went into Beginner Yoga I was thinking it would be a piece of cake and that I would take to it as easily as I took to Zumba. Lets just say…I did NOT. I kind of HATED it. It was super difficult and I was incredibly sore and basically wanted to drop kick anyone who even said the word Yoga. To be even more honest I gave up half way through class and decided to go "lift weights." Basically, I was looking for any excuse to get out of that stretchy breath controlled hell they deem as yoga. The whole experience was a nightmare. From the second my hands met the mat I was drenched with sweat. Seriously, my hands were sliding off the mat, mega gross. I left faster than you could say Namaste. This is where things got even worse. The next day my legs and arms felt like they had been hulk smashed mercilessly. That Tuesday I still attended my normal Zumba class and was in a lot of pain but still went for it. Well…. We were dancing to this rugged beat and jumping, bouncing, and jamming and suddenly POP. My knee… I popped it… It wasn't broken but it hurt like a mother. That ended up ruining the rest of my workouts for the week and I was only able to take one more class then had to sit it out. So, why am I telling you about my super annoying workout week. I mean isn't this supposed to be a fun uplifting blog? Nobody wants to hear about your weak old knees… What a creeper.

Well this past Monday I reluctantly decided that I would be trying out Yoga one more time… Very… VERY reluctantly. Anyways, this past Monday as I was on my way to the gym I was waiting at a red light to turn right and just as we were about to drive the car in front of me rear ended the car in front of them. It was very surreal and kind of annoying. Since I was the witness to this very minor accident I pulled over to the side of the rode with the other vehicles. My first reaction was to be mad about having to take time out of my schedule but then I realized it must be a sign from God that I shouldn't take that violent yoga class again. While waiting outside for a police officer to arrive the man who hit the other car and I began to make small talk. He noticed that I was very obviously wearing my gyn gear. He apologized profusely for having to delay my workout. I explained to him that I was on my way to take a class that I really had no desire to take in the first place. He told me I should still go and take my class. He obviously didn't see the clouds of heaven part like I did when he bounced into that vehicle in front of him. Anyways he starts telling me about some lady he likes on the radio and how she wrote some book about vulnerability and strength.  Basically I was sure at this point I was being inducted into a cult. Our conversation had turned from kind to creepy in a matter of seconds. The man kept talking about being vulnerable and told me that the book was saying that the most successful people in the world are the ones who make themselves vulnerable. He told me that we are all screwed up in some way or another and thats where being vulnerable comes into play. I stood there smiling awkwardly awaiting a squad car to arrive while he carried on. Then the man looked right at me and said "just walking into Lifetime (my gym) is making yourself vulnerable and that is amazing." Those words struck me deep to the core. He began to tell me how proud he was of me for just going to the gym and how his wife won't even walk into a gym. He was so impressed by me, a complete stranger. These words changed my entire outlook on going to the gym. He made me feel like a success and like I could conquer the world. Honestly, I wanted to cry because of how much those words meant to me. Shortly after he said those amazing words to me a cop arrived, took my statement, and sent me on my way immediately. That was it. Just like that the man who probably said the most uplifting thing a stranger had ever said to me was gone, out of my life forever. When I drove away I drove straight to the gym and went to yoga (late). Last week I was only able to handle about 30 minutes of class well this week I was 15 late but stayed for the last 45 minutes. It was hard but I did it. I pushed myself because I didn't want to let that man down. He believed in me and had just met me.

Why did I tell you any of this? Because even though I was only the witness to the car accident I was emotionally rear-ended. My entire day, week, and probably life will be completely different just because I met this man. I wish I would've actually gotten his name because he made a real impact on me.

So my question to you this week is are you vulnerable? Are you willing to put yourself at risk and ridicule in order to accomplish your goals? Have you ever been emotionally rear-ended? Do you believe in yourself as much as others do?  Be vulnerable. Allow yourself to be changed. Be willing to try something more than once even if it seems really difficult the first time.

Thank you for reading,

Be true to you,

With Love,

Drew

vul·ner·a·ble

ˈvəln(ə)rəbəl/

adjective

1.

susceptible to physical or emotional attack or harm.

Mirror Mirror on the wall.. Who is the sexiest girl by the wall?

Hey America,

Remember me? That crazy girl who was all about health and fitness and bringing America's Sexy back?

Remember how I sort of lost my way a little bit when I got pregnant with a mega adorable baby?

If not let me Re-Introduce myself. I'm Drew and about a year ago I started the journey to a healthier me. Let me be clear when I say healthier I am not saying Skinnier. While I would not mind it if I lost some weight I also would not mind not losing any either. I know that probably sounds insane but its true. I LOVE my body. Even though I am nowhere near being offered a job as a victoria's secret model or a spot in the swimsuit edition of sports illustrated I still love my body. I love me. Do you LOVE you? Do You? So what if your muffin has a top and if your love comes with extra handles? You are still equally gorgeous and as beautiful as any other computer generated image of beauty.

If you have read my blog in the past you would know that my exercise of choice is ZUMBA! It is so much fun and not for the feint hearted. When I began this journey a little over a year ago I was so excited yet so nervous at the same time. I literally pulled out tennis shoes that I want to say I purchased in high school and was wearing my regular clothes that could "pass" as fitness wear. After looking back at my ratchet attire i discovered two things. 1. That I didn't care if I had to wear a potato sack and moccasins I was going to get my fitness on. 2. That I didn't really believe in myself enough to buy real workout clothes. So after I had my gorgeous baby I decided that when I headed back to the gym this time that I was going to do it right! I completely revitalized myself and my wardrobe. Here are some of the things I did to reclaim the sexy in my workout.

1. I went shopping during some awesome sales and I affordably was able to get myself 3 new pairs of kicks, 5 new workout tops, and four pairs of awesome pants. Now when I workout I don't need to constantly look over my shoulder at the other adorable outfits and can look right into the mirror and feel fabulous.

2. I changed my hair. I know this doesn't seem like its important but to me it was. When you take fitness classes they have mirrors. At first I thought this was some kind of cruel punishment so you could not only feel like your dying but could also watch it happen. My hair was in a serious need of a makeover. It wasn't like carrot top ratchet but nonetheless it was ROUGH.  So I decided to figure out what I wanted as a "Signature look" and went for it! Now I absolutely adore my hair and love watching it swing from side to side while my hips do the same.

3.  I started wearing makeup to the gym. I KNOW… Believe me I know. I used to hate the girls who came to class with a fully calculated outfit and MAKE UP on.. Super annoying right? Well prepare a glass of haterade because I am now officially one of "Those" girls. Why? Remember those evil mirrors? Well let me tell you.. Those mirrors aren't so evil when you are wearing the perfect eyeliner and have on some lipgloss that won't quit! Now I LOVE that mirror and I stand in the very front row.

This past Tuesday when I was leaving class one of my Zumba friends stopped me and said "Hey, you look so beautiful tonight with your makeup and your hair! You can't do that!" My response was "Thank you and I have to. This makes me feel good about coming here and doing this." We hugged and I went home.

Why aren't we supposed to do be sexy while working on our sexy? Why? Why not look gorgeous while getting fit? Yes it can be extra drama sometimes bc if you sweat to death (like I do) your amazing eyeliner will begin to crawl down the sides of your face but its still worth it. Its worth being able to LOVE what you see in that mirror and to face it with a smile and pride.

SO this week on the return of this very silly blog that for some reason people read anyways I charge you America to bust out your inner sexy and bring that baby to the gym.  I have missed you America and now I am back.  Ready to restart this journey with you, again.

Thank you for reading and stay SEXY America,

Be true to you,

With love to you,

Drew

 My new hair and mega adorable baby. (no make up on, Irony)

New workout clothes with semi ratchet hair and no makeup on…..yet. ;)