Seven Weeks Till Summer

The time to start has come … again. And frankly, I’m over with starting over, I’m done with not being done, and I’m finished with beginning … the redundancy makes me ill. Nevertheless, I find myself at the starting line once more.

Now, a little self-talk: enough with the defeatist attitude Erin, the life is greener anywhere but here bull***t, and the I’ve already lost before starting rhetoric must end this instant.

Ok. Better.

The deal is this: I readily accept fitness, I welcome tightness, and I want full body strength. I need health. I need energy and mental wellbeing. I need to feed my body good things and work it the way it was intended (i.e. more than a little and less than a lot). I must  push-on towards the muchiest version of myself.

I have 7 weeks until the first day of summer, enough time to pull it together for some intense (not gonna lie) shizzle (are people still izzle-ing? if not they should, because it’s awesome).

I must make this clear though – over the next few months you are going to hear a lot about getting ready for  bikini season. I do not want to be another voice among the many saying you are gross in less than an overcoat if you aren’t a certain size or heaven forbid you have certain unseemly textures to your skin. The whole thin-obsessed culture we live in is effing ridiculous.

Here’s the real deal – last week I wore a bikini to the beach, when I bent over to pick up sand toys or sunscreen-up my kid a decent fold of stretch-marked skin hung over my bottoms, also my thighs rub generously when I walk, and neither of these things make me unsuitable for bikini wearing. The only prerequisite for bikini wearing (or anything wearing really) is a body. I do not want my goals of fitness and health to be mistaken as goals of striving for an ideal body, which in my case would be a thinner body.

There are no ideal bodies.

There are only bodies.

Body confidence means being present and grateful in the body I have right this very moment, without making excuses or expecting more than what my current body offers to me. My body does not owe a standard of beauty to anyone, ever, without exception.

Seven weeks from now I plan to have a healthier body, I will not have a more valuable, lovable, or beautiful one.

I constructed eating and exercising guidelines, taking hints from all of my favorite health gurus (Tone It Up, Bob Harper, Paleo), as well as, listing specific dates between now and June 18th (my birthday) which will provide challenges for following said guidelines. JR suggested I do this, and like most every other suggestion she’s had for me over the tenure of our friendship, she has proved to be right once more. She also suggested I keep a journal of my progress. I will try.


In order to celebrate my body’s capacity for health and fitness we are re-releasing our Weekly Plan Printable updated in color and font with the same superior design including tear-away shopping list, 5 meal structure, water goal bubbles and workout section.

Until next time, keep hydrated.


CLICK HERE FOR PRINTABLE: two thirtysomethings weekly plan


My Kryptonite

if marilyn can do it

A true confession. A dirty sorta secret. A place to put my shame.

The Gym.

But first, some background: over the past year, the main issue has been what I (Erin) put into my body. Lots of hard work and discipline… and, success. I now feel comfortable with what I can and cannot eat, grace with limitations. I feed my body what it needs.

Cutting grain, rice, sugar and dairy was an Everest. And, for someone who hates hiking this is a very accurate metaphor.  Now, after a year of Paleoish living I don’t really miss those things anymore – at least not every day. And this past month, to keep the blood sugar extra stable, I have not been consuming fruit, which has been easier than I imagined. Eyes on the prize.

However, I have a fatal flaw. Kryptonite, if you will. And, I don’t think I’m alone. I may be the Superwoman She-Ra Rainbow Bright of clean eating, but getting to the gym is an impossible impossibility on a impossibly massive scale. I cannot for the life of me exercise.  Seriously. No joking and all honesty here – I have gone  to the gym only once since the beginning of the year even after intending to go 4/5 times a week in prep for vacay. I mean, for real, I not even eating effing blueberries, you’d think a trip to gym that offers me 90 minutes of free childcare would entice me.  Nope. I stay home in my workout gear while 11am becomes 2pm which becomes 5pm, and we out.

So, I’m bringing y’all into my struggle. Me and the YMCA need to get back on track. In relational terms, I’d prefer we were makeout buddies, but for now texting will suffice. Daily. Minimal duration. 20 push-ups.

How do I plan on doing it you may ask. Well, I’m gonna tell you.

I. Have. No. Freaking. Idea.

But, inspiration rarely hits me without a musical playlist. Therefore I made one on Spotify. (btw, I’m completely obsessed with this monthly subscription musical schmorgesborg)

And I want to share it with you. 35 minutes of exercise ready tunes: super girly pop, new wave poppy bluegrass, hip-hop dance, and 90’s alternative, followed by a 5 minute U2 cooldown. Really, a window into my soul.


:: My Kryptonite Playlist ::