I know the topic of this post seems very broad, yet so simple. Truth be told, it is one of the hardest things I feel that I have ever been entrusted to do.  Over the next three or four posts, I will be blogging about my four pregnancies and the effects each of them had on me.   So here goes: I became pregnant with my first son at the beginning of 2009. It was kinda sorta a planned pregnancy, as we desired to become pregnant but didn't think it would happen so quickly after making the decision to start trying.  Of course, being that this was our first pregnancy, we were very cautious about a lot of things and for me that also included working out.  I believe I was afraid that if I did too much, something would happen to the baby, as I was not well educated on the benefits of working out, let alone working out during pregnancy.  I was so used to eating everything that I wanted without necessarily putting on noticeable weight that I took that same mentality/approach during this pr

It has been almost four years since my last post.  I know, shame on me.  However, this year I am making a commitment to be consistent with blogging, as I believe the Lord wants me to use this as an avenue to encourage people through my life experiences. So, I vow to stay and trust the process through this blog, as God leads me.  You guys can also hold me accountable, especially if it has been over a month since you have read a post. So, with that being said, I felt lead to blog on this topic because it's one that I often struggle with (as if you couldn't tell...lol)  There have been moments in my life where I wasn't fully committed to a task, spiritually or physically. It's been times where I have felt the Lord leading me to do certain things, and because of how I felt at the moment, I would either start the task and not fully commit to seeing it through or I wouldn't start the task at all.  Most times I allowed fear and pride to interfere with what I knew I ne