New Year, New Me


Does anyone else stop themselves at random times throughout the year to reflect on where you were in life on that same day, last year? 

I do all the time. Last year, I was prepping for a Bikini Competition, trying to rebuild my relationship with my boyfriend, and trying to learn how to forgive myself for things there were out of my control. The main thing was establishing boundaries. 

Where am I today? I am married, pregnant, and trying to establish a simple, productive morning routine. So, when this baby comes… I feel like I have something together. Isn’t it funny how goals and your life can change so much in a year? Last year, I weighed 108 lbs. This year, at 6 months pregnant, I weight 138 lbs. Yes, I almost cried at the sight of the scale, but I am growing a healthy baby which is all I really care about when it comes down to it. 

If someone would have said this time last year that I would be married and expecting a child. I probably would have laughed and then slapped some sense into them. How dare you put that pressure on me and my 30-year-old self! Yet, here I am. As happy as a pregnant lady could be with a husband who loves her more and more each day. Focusing on having the best year I can possibly have.

Happy 2020, loves.

I found my pineapple.

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