When I…then I.

Fear is a funny thing. Not ha-ha laughing kind of funny like when your boyfriend runs around the house screaming like a little girl because he has a fear of spiders and there is a really big one in the bathroom – the other kind of fear. The one that stops you in your tracks. The kind that holds you hostage to your situation because you can’t move just one step forward.

Fear is the thing that will make you say, When I, then I. When I find the time, then I will call that exercise trainer. When I have enough money, then I can afford the gym/trainer/zumba class. When I can put down the chocolate bar, then I will eat healthier. When I don’t feel so bad about myself then I can actually give a damn.

I am a perfectionist. I like things to be “just so.” When things are out of whack in my world, I go right along with it. If my desk isn’t clean, I can’t write these funny informational stories. If my chores aren’t done, I can’t go out and do things in town. You know what I’m talking about. So, I put things off. Gee, when I find a minute to clean my desk then I can write this great blog about carbs. When I get the animals fed, the vacuuming done, the dishes washed and the bed made, then I can go out to lunch with my bff. The days I don’t feel like cleaning my desk? I can’t write. Or, at least I talk myself into believing I can’t. The days I don’t want to clean? I don’t go out and have fun. Who am I kidding with all this crap? Nobody but me.

It’s like that when you want to make the decision that you want to live a healthier, longer life. Your intentions are good. You read something so completely inspiring that it makes you want to run right out and walk a mile or two. Just as you are ready to do it, this happens; you look at your sneakers, which are really fine, but you talk yourself into thinking that you need new, special walking shoes. So when you get the money together to buy that pair of new, special walking shoes, then you will walk. And you never end up walking.

Some people think that this type of reasoning makes us lazy. Gives us excuses to not exercise because we don’t want to. Sure, the minority of people are lazy. Sadly, the rest of us aren’t lazy. We suffer from fear. Fear of failing. fear of not doing something right in the gym and being laughed at and rejected. Fear of making the commitment and not following through. Fear, depression, self-worth can all play a part in why you don’t try.

You have to take the first step. Don’t wait for the when you…then you moments. Dig deep to find the motivation – not the excuses – to get off your butt and move. The more you move now, the more you’ll move as you age. You are never too old to begin.

If you need more information, advice on how to find the motivation to make those first steps, please don’t let fear stand in your way. Contact me and I can help.


I’ll Take Two…

Desperate lazy people watching late night infomercials with a giant bowl of buttered popcorn and a six pack of beer have watched fitness fads come and go. Credit cards at the ready, these people believe they can lose weight and trim that unsightly fat – without doing any actual work. 

So for those of you who want the easy way to health and fitness, here are a few of my favorite pieces:

The Belt Slimmer

Terry Walker

Shake away that body fat –  while wearing heels and a dress!





The Hand Fitness Trainer


Silence of the lambs much?




The Face Trainer


Reduce the signs of aging while toning the face muscles.  Because, well, yeah.



The Toe Corrector


For bunions and unaligned toes. Looks like fifty shades of the next sequel.



The Cordless Jump Rope



No need to jump out of your chair.



The Automatic Ab Maker


While your man relaxes in front of the TV each night munching his midnight snack, he can be working on his abs while not really working at all. (Boxer shorts not included.)





Dumbbell Eating Utensils


Lift weights as you lift that fork full of cheesecake. There is a reason they call these dumbbells…




Horseback Riding Simulator Exercise Machine

This is my personal favorite. I live in the country and many of my friends own actual live horses. Just think how much money you’d save if you got this instead!

Take a look at it in action!  For best results, make sure your sound is on.



And last but not least…


I’m not really sure what this is, but I’ll take two. Of the guy and the thing he’s holding.



*Cover my ass sentence: just so you know, these pieces of equipment are real and some have sold millions. I am not saying that these won’t work for you. At least not in writing anyway.


My Story


In 2008 I was living on the Gulf Coast of Florida. Near the beach. I lived in a great house, had a wonderful job as an Art Director for a magazine. I went to the gym down the street six days a week, I was healthy and fit. In short, I had a pretty nice life going on. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I was single for the first time in my life and loved it.

In 2009, I thought (actually my friends thought and badgered me until I cracked), that it was time to start dating. I wasn’t into the bar scene so I did the “safe” thing. I joined Match.com. I met the man of my dreams, quit my job, packed my stuff and moved to the country in North Florida. I had no idea there was country in Florida but there is. Miles and miles of trees, rivers, miles and miles of nothing. The closest gym was twenty miles away, but it didn’t matter – I was in love!

Things were going great for a while until my truck driver boyfriend announced he and his buddy bought their own truck and were going to team drive together. Ok, I thought. No problem, I said. “How long will you be gone?” I asked. “We’ll be gone three weeks then home for a week. Every month.” he replied. “Oh.” I sighed.

It was an adjustment being alone again. It was different this time around. I left my job and my friends 300 miles to the south. I was isolated in the country and I was lonely. My four dogs were great company but they didn’t like to play tennis. I began to eat – things that were unhealthy. Ice cream. Cake. Junk food was my friend. Along with the weight I was gaining, I had invited depression into my life and gave it its own room.

I felt lost and with no direction. I worked briefly at a couple of meaningless jobs, when I became bored I quit and sat at home doing, well, nothing.

Things changed at a Christmas party some friends of ours gave. I didn’t really know anyone but the hosts, the rest of the women at the party seemed to be pals and sat around the table dishing on other women, talking about their (gulp!) lack of sex lives and complaining about their weight. One woman said she wished there was somewhere other than the gym to work out and someone around who could motivate her.

The seed was planted. In 2012 I became certified as a Personal Trainer. I was ready to take on the world. I began my own fitness program, was losing the doughnut belly and chocolate chip cookie butt and started to pack up depressions suitcases.

Nobody called. None of these unhealthy, overweight people I saw wanted to lose weight. Beer and bacon are a food group. Yikes.

Not to be discouraged, I went back to school for more certifications. Senior Fitness, (did you know that they consider 40 and up to be seniors?), Fitness Nutrition, (ICK! I learned what the stuff I was eating was doing to my body). I figured I would go after the older set, armed with useful information and ready to book the clients. I recently received my certification in Exercise Therapy, I am able to help folks on a whole new level.

Still, the clients did not come. Some figured they were too old and nothing would make a difference. Really? I never realized being 45 was being at death’s door. Others were just lazy. Many would rather spend their money on beer and bacon.

My life rode this roller coaster for the next few years. I gave up trying to find clients, got the depression somewhat under control and concentrated on being a photographer instead.

I recently had a life-changing experience. I had a bad report from a chest x-ray. I worried and waited four days from the time the receptionist called me until I saw the doctor who told me there was nothing wrong.

During those four days I realized something. Maybe I’m not here to amass a bunch of clients who don’t want to get healthy, people who balk at giving up their own comfort junk. Maybe I’m here to just breathe. Show people how. Plant the seeds of a longer, healthier life.

I had to decide. To take the first steps again. To finally ask depression to move out. So that’s what I’m doing. Don’t get me wrong. I do want to make a living at this and I will. Build it and they will come someone said. I’m laying down the first brick.