Disaster in Women’s Clothing (StitchFix March Box Reveal)

I hate shopping. Almost more than anything. I’ve never been the type to just adore going and trying things on. In fact, I’m much more inclined to go to the mall, buy whatever, and if I don’t like it, I’ll return it. Making two trips to the mall is better–to me–than trying things on.

Clothing is hard for me. I’m 5 feet tall, about 188 pounds, with a small waist, wide hips and a big, broad back. This is the perfect recipe for disaster in a women’s clothing store. I’d be lying if I told you there hadn’t been more than a few meltdowns in the big dressing room at Macy’s (or, like, every other major clothing retailer).

A few years ago, I was introduced to StitchFix. I can’t remember just how it was introduced to me, I just remember being skeptical.

You see, StitchFix is essentially a personal styling service. You pay $20 and complete a survey about what your style is. You provide your sizes, height, weight, etc. and a stylist sends over clothing items that they think you’ll love.
When you get your box, you can try on your items, keep what you love and send back the rest. If you don’t choose anything from your box, you just send it all back.

I won’t lie, some of my boxes have been better than others. Especially in the beginning. I gave my stylist (hey Leslie!) a lot of feedback about what I loved versus what I didn’t. And y’all when I tell you she’s nailing it, I’m not exaggerating. The last THREE boxes, I’ve kept all the items.

I decided to show you guys what I got so here it is!

IMG_7348This PINK CLOVER two pocket cardigan is so soft and the perfect color for spring. It’s a light lavender/dusty pink and the weight of it is light enough to keep you warm but not too hot for upcoming spring. The 41 Hawthorn Mixed Material Blouse was a surprise. When I took it out of the box, I thought for sure that I’d hate it. But when I put it on, the draping made me feel fancy and slim!

Jeans: Target (find them here)
Boots: Target-Discontinued (find similar here and here)

Leslie also sent me these gorgeous Kate Spade Knotted Stud earrings. She may have seen on my Pinterest that I LOVE the matching bracelet but I don’t wear bracelets often. To open my box and see these? I knew I had to have them.

I’m currently in a weird place with my weight. Between trying to lose weight and get smaller and also trying to rebuild my wardrobe after Hurricane Harvey, I’m looking for a lot of clothes to rebuild my wardrobe. I loved this blouse from PaperMoon because it’s something that I can wear to work and dress up, or pair with jeans and wear on a Saturday afternoon. Very versatile!

Same jeans and boots from above.

For the last piece of my StitchFix box this month, Leslie sent over a Margaret M Printed Pencil Skirt which I paired with my 41 Hawthorn top. I have gotten several pairs of pencil slacks from Margaret M (and Leslie!) and LOVE them. I should have known that I’d love the skirt, too! I can’t wait to pair it with a gorgeous navy blue blazer for a really nice, professional look!

Sandals: Carlos Santana (find similar here and here)

Needless to say, I loved everything so I kept everything and got 25% off my box this month. Shoutout to Leslie for making rebuilding my closet a painless and fun experience. Do you StitchFix? What do you think about it?

I challenge you to burn the machine.

I’m a teacher, right? Yeah. That’s right. I teach kids. Which is often considered hilarious because I kind of still look like a kid (even though my ever-multiplying grey hairs would disagree).

But I do. I teach high school kids.

I have a really unique opportunity with them, you know? Like I get to see and hear them in ways that few ever do. Sometimes they don’t know that I’m listening or looking. But I am.

And you know what I notice? Adults aren’t fair. A LOT. Like, as adults, we pass a lot of judgments and generalizations off on kids. We spend a lot of time telling them that their generation sucks or that they’re snowflakes for getting upset about something. We don’t ask them about themselves or what they’re going through or why they feel that way. We just decide how they are because we’re older and we can do that.

We were young once, too.

But when we were young, we wanted to be asked why we did things or why we felt a way. We wanted to be trusted. We didn’t like it when older people told us we sucked or that we were fragile because we took a stand for what we believed was right. It just made us rage.


Young. Prettied up for our first real dance.

And here we are, perpetuating the cycle.

So recently, I’ve been seeing our kids catch a lot of crap for things that I think should be encouraged. I’ve been watching us old people (yeah, dude, we’re old already), tell young people that they should shut up and be quiet. That they shouldn’t question authority because the old people “said so” and that’s how it should be. That somehow speaking up about how the feel is “wrong and disrespectful”. And yeah, maybe the way kids say things sometimes could be…improved…but they’re kids for Christ’s sake. They don’t have the benefit of experience to know how to express themselves and they’re trying their best–shouldn’t we, as their “elders” or whatever, help them do that?

Dear Young Kid,

I think you’re doing a great job. I know exactly how hard it is to be a kid–you’re at a really weird place where you want to have a lot of responsibility and also no responsibility. You wanna be a grown up SO bad. You have a lot of feelings about the things going on around you but any time you express them, someone is telling you that they don’t matter because you’re “just a kid”.
Well you’re not.
And those feelings? They matter.
Because here’s the deal, kiddo, one day you won’t be so young anymore. You’ll be the old person writing this letter and you’re gonna have a choice about how you treat those youngins around you.
So I’ve got some advice for you: a challenge, if you will.
I challenge you to challenge things. Challenge the system. Ask questions. If you’re unsure about how something’s done, ask. I don’t care if the person you’re asking is annoyed or is rude to you. GET YOUR EXPLANATION. Don’t settle for “it’s just the way we’ve always done it” or “because I said so”.
Those are lazy answers from lazy people who don’t care enough about the question. Demand answers and if the answers don’t satisfy you, develop new ways.
Stand up for what’s right and trust your gut–if something FEELS wrong, it is. Don’t let the glamour of fun or popularity influence you to walk away from the right choice even if it’s the hard choice.
If you feel something, SAY something. So many of you walk alone in your lives. In your loneliness and fear. You think that no one understands you or what you’re going through. But so many do and they WANT to help you. Find the good ones and hold onto them, they’ll hold onto you back.
Do not be afraid to be wrong, but more importantly, do not be afraid to be told that you’re wrong. Sometimes, YOU will be the one with the outdated ideas and ways–AND THAT’S OKAY. But when someone brings you something new and different, consider it. Give them credit and say thank you. They are making you a BETTER person because you now know more than you did 5 minutes ago.
I challenge you to do things with love–all things. And love challenges. It challenges hate Challenges hearts. Challenges ideas. Love challenges because it wants things and people to reach their full potential. I challenge you to stand up for each other, stand with each other, encourage each other and know that you are the ones who have the capacity to change the hearts of the people around you.

I know that there are some old people (like me) who believe in you, have faith in you, and know that you’ll make yourself and everybody proud.

So let’s do that.

An Old Person


Senior Year, 2006. New York. Yeah dude, we were freakin’ SENIORS doing this. But we still wanted to be taken seriously.

White Horses and Cruising

Remember being little and dreaming of your “one true love”?

I do.

I watched a lot of Disney movies as a kid. Sue me.

I spent a lot of days imagining what that would be like; finding my one true love. He would probably ride a noble white horse and carry a sword. He would be tall. He would wear boots. He would be strong. He would slay a dragon and come wake me with true love’s kiss to save me from eternal sleep. (okay, maybe I watched Sleeping Beauty a lot more than I thought)

I still watch Disney movies but at some point, I grew up. And while I still love Disney movies, my idea about what my love is has changed–especially since I discovered that riding a horse everywhere in a city is wildly unrealistic. Also carrying a sword in public is generally frowned upon. Additionally, where the hell are you gonna find a dragon to slay? And why would I be stuck in an eternal sleep?? I mean, I have a lot of questions.

Either way, I hoped that he’d be funny–like laugh out loud, give me headaches funny. And smart. I hoped he’d be a nerd like me and know how to cook the things I don’t know how to. I hoped he’d be strong and handsome. I hoped he’d listen to country and rap. And metal. And 90’s pop radio. More than anything, I just hoped he’d be my best friend. I hoped that beyond being my “one true love”, we’d be friends. The kind of friends that take care of each other. That will hold my hair back if I’m sick and that would still kiss each other with morning breath.
Ultimately, I hoped he existed.

Somewhere along the way, I gave up looking. It was futile. And stupid. Prince Charming isn’t real. There are no white knights or dragons. I’m not a princess waiting to be saved.

But then, he was there. Not Prince Charming. My best friend. And he was always there.

Since we were 14, he’s been one that makes me laugh until I cry and will debate me on things that no one else will. Who knows how to make caldo de res and who nerds out to Star Wars. Who sings along to Breaking Benjamin and then to Intocable and then to Blake Shelton (don’t tell him I told you). He’s handsome and strong. He’s tall and wears boots. He isn’t so great with his words all the time and he isn’t perfect, but neither am I. He doesn’t slay dragons but he’s saved me from splinters in my feet, from having to get my hair wet in the rain, and from the most awkward, hurtful situations.

And while he isn’t a prince, and I’m not a princess, we are best friends.

Disney got it wrong, the whole Prince Charming thing (BECAUSE YOU CAN’T MARRY A GUY YOU JUST MET, ANNA). Because you don’t live happily ever after with some douche on a horse with a sword, dancing a waltz in a ballroom.

But if you’re lucky, you get a pretty legit life, rapping Dr. Dre and singing Evanescence, cruising around in a truck, holding hands with your best friend.

And that makes for a way better story.



Left: 2004, Right: 2018

“I hope today is your worst day ever.”

My mom used to say that to me as a kid.

Before you get upset and think Mama Nancy is the worst mom ever, give me a second. When I was young and used to find myself in the middle of a breakdown, declaring that “TODAY IS THE WORST DAY EVER,” she used to say, “I hope today is the worst day ever, because if it is, you’ll never, ever have another day as bad as this one. And tomorrow is almost here.”

She’s smart, that one.
Without fail, I would look back on my “worst day ever” and, suddenly, it didn’t seem so bad. My mother is magic.

2017 has shown me a lot of “worst days ever”. Far more than I ever could have anticipated and certainly far more than I think I deserve. I won’t lie, this year (especially the last half of this year) has been more than trying to say the least. And at some point, I decided to stop fighting the storm and open my sails. To let life take me where it takes me and roll with it.

Nothing about that has been easy for someone who is a planner and needs control. But that’s the thing about “worst days”.

They’re uncontrollable and unpredictable.

But, if today is your worst day ever, then you’ll never, ever have a worse one than this one. And tomorrow is almost here.

Post Harvey

That’s pretty much everything I own on the curb in front of my house.


Don’t tell me what to do

Recently I started wearing red lipstick. Not like, sheer red lip gloss. Like, RED. LIPSTICK.


And I feel pretty great about it. Not only does it make me feel awesome, my beloved grandma Nancy wore red lipstick all the time and it makes me feel like I’m channeling her. And she was amazing so that’s great news.

But I got mad yesterday.
And here’s why:

I’m minding my own business at the check out line at the HEB and a guy remarks to me, “a little dressed up?”
I’m looking at my outfit like, “um, no.”
He’s like, “it’s just that the lipstick you’re wearing. It’s a lot. You probably shouldn’t wear it. I don’t like it.”
Me: *flames flying out of my ears* That’s a good thing. Red doesn’t really seem like it’d be your color.

OKAY, HERE’S THE THING: if you don’t like bright red lipstick, guy, then don’t wear it.
It is absolutely not your place nor any of your business what I, or anyone else, chooses to put on their body.  I am not here for your viewing pleasure.

And then I started thinking about it. And about how many times people have told me that I should/shouldn’t do something because THEY like/don’t like it.

How many times someone has said,
“you shouldn’t wear that dress”
“you shouldn’t be blonde”
“red isn’t your color”
“don’t get too muscular”
“don’t lift too much”

And the thing is, I’m not asking for their opinion.
I’m not saying, “hey, I’m thinking about wearing red lipstick, what do you think?” I’M WEARING IT ALREADY.
This is not an invitation for your unsolicited opinion about what you prefer me to do/wear/look like.
I’m wearing it/doing it because IIIIIII like it and IIIIIIII want to.
And if I had always listened to the people who told me “you shouldn’t” or “don’t”, I’d probably never accomplish anything I wanted to.

After talking it over with Mama Nancy, I’ve decided that there’s only one good response to people who tell me, “don’t…” or “you shouldn’t…”, etc.

So the next time someone tells me “you shouldn’t wear red lipstick”,
my only response will be a big smile and then to say “or else, what?”

I’ve been doing this wrong

I haven’t been writing a ton lately.
At all, really.

It’s not that I haven’t had anything to say–I have–it’s that I haven’t felt like I have ENOUGH to say.

But that isn’t true. 
If this blog and other bloggers have taught me anything, it’s that sometimes your very little something may be exactly what someone needed to hear. 

Jake at Compete Every Day posted this yesterday on his blog and it resonated with me.

Today, this is what I have for you and hopefully, it sticks.

You are worthy.
Your voice matters.
Your best life is worth competing for.
Never let yourself be outworked.

See y’all back here tomorrow.

Where in the whole hell have you been?

January 2015 and I’m just making it to this update. My bad, yo.

Things have been happening in the last two months and it’s moving fast. I’ll try to catch up to speed as fast as I can.

-The box is doing well! We’re growing slowly and steadily, which is awesome. We’ve got a cool little family going on here and I love it so far. If you’re in the Houston area and want to come check out CrossFit 3600, I would LOVE to meet you! 

Finishing up our Bring A Friend Saturday Event. It was a blast. The next one is February 21! Don’t miss out on it.

-I also started a little second business called Pick Up The Pen. I’m a little bit of a typography nut and I’ve always loved calligraphy–especially modern calligraphy. I’ve been doing little things here and there and they’ve been winding up on Etsy for sale. I also can do custom orders, if that’s something you’re interested in!

-I am no longer seeing the guy from last year. Don’t ask questions about it, just go with it. And no, I don’t really want to talk about it. 

-I’ll be in Ohio in 18 days and I’m really excited about it! And I will definitely talk about that. 

-I’ve been losing fat! I had a ton of issues with hormones and birth control (more on that later) which resulted in health issues/weight gain. I’m about 6 weeks into some nutritional stuff that has been helping me lose fat and maintain muscle. YAY.

Resolve to…

I hate resolutions. 
It never fails that every time I make one, I promptly lose focus and think, “eh, I’ll make a new one next year.” 
A pervasive way of thinking. It would get in my head. 
Oh, you already failed your resolution, you gotta wait ’til next year. 

Somewhere along the last three years, I stopped resolving to do things differently. I started focusing on setting goals and attaining those goals. Doing whatever it took to get there as long (or as short) as it takes to get there. 

Work hard.
Do more.
Give more.
Play more.

Work harder. 

And so far, resolving not to resolve has been pretty successful. 

Go Shawty, It’s Sherbert Day

Was not my intention to take off yesterday this entire week, but it was my birthday Monday and this week was filled with all the celebrations, leaving me no room to write!

I am extremely blessed to see twenty-freakin’-seven. Which means that this here little blog has been around for just over two years and I’ve been crossfitting for almost 3 years. Where does the time go?

I am also really excited that (as my CFBFF, Steph pointed out), I am in a completely different place in my life than I was last year on my birthday. COMPLETELY. Literally and figuratively. Although last year’s birthday was awesome–I got to tour the USS Alabama AND see Pentatonix live in concert.

This year was just as wonderful. Saturday night was our first CF 3600 Christmas party (which was awesome). 

Selfies with Mama Nancy

I got to celebrate my Monday birthday on Sunday night with my parents where we got to eat an amazing dinner and I got a pecan praline cheesecake on the house. 

On my actual birthday, I got to have lunch with my best friend Brittany over at Guru, my favorite burger place in Sugarland. And their lunch special is ah-maze-ing.

For dinner, boyfriend and I went to a Brazilian steak house that was delicious and we literally stuffed ourselves. Everything from the salad bar (the pasta salad–omg) to the delicious cuts of meat, I can’t even describe.

I wish I had more photos, but honestly, I was having so much fun that I kind of forgot to take them. My bad, yo.

Next week will have a few more posts suggested by you guys and if you want to submit somethings you’d like to read about, I’d love to get some submissions! Feel free to email me eatpraywod[at]gmail[dot]com or shoot me over a message. 

Working at the Redline

About 2 years ago, I was getting ready for my first CrossFit competition ever and I was terribly nervous. I had about 30,099 questions running through my head and all of them centered around doubting my abilities. 

I had expressed some of my nervousness to some of my fellow crossfitters and, of course, they all told me not to worry; I would be fine and it would be over before I knew it.
I talked to my friend (who owns his own box), Josh, about my worries. What if I’m weaker than everyone else? What if I’m not fast enough? What if…blahhhhh blah blah?

And then he hit me with some shit I’ll never forget.
“Well, none of that really matters. It’s really not important who’s fastest or strongest. It matters about who can red line and still be functional. Who can be about to pass out and still  get in the mindset to do what the hell you have to do to finish. It’s really about if you can work at your red line or not.”

CrossFit or not, we all have gotten to our red line before. It’s that place where you feel like you can’t do one more thing. Your heart is pounding, you can’t breathe and you’re overwhelmed. It’s the “wall” in our workout where we feel like we HAVE to rest or we HAVE to go get water. It’s the place where we break down. 

Since that conversation two years ago, I’ve thought a lot about what Josh said. He was right. Competition is not about who is the best. It’s about who can hit the f*ck out of that wall and push past it. Reach your absolute breaking point and say, “I’m finished when I’m done, not when I’m tired”. It’s about who can hit that wall and not break down and let the whole plan go to shit.

In these two years, I’ve found that life is about working at your redline. There are a million times that you feel overwhelmed. Nothing is going right. You can’t breathe. And in that moment you have a choice: go batshit crazy and lose it or put your head down and push through that wall. 

Everyone’s tired. Everyone’s working. Everyone’s breathing hard, waiting for the clock to hit zero.

The difference is, when it comes down to the wire, it’s not about who can be great when they’re comfortable. It’s about who has their shit together to be great when the circumstances are against them. 

At the redline.