Oh My Posh! Perfectly Posh initial reactions


An awesome Posh Consultant, Stephanie Corbett Klein, sent me some yummy mini samples of Oh My Posh product! I’m loving trying them all out and have my eye on a few things I want to purchase.

Oh My Posh is an all natural paraben-free, paraffin-free, SLS-free, Pthalate-free, Lanolin-free, Gluten-free and Soy-free line of skincare products. They have a really fun brand and one of the most fun things? No product costs more than $25.

One of my favorite products is the Hey, Honey hand lotion. It smells amazing and I can’t wait to get a full size of this yummy luxurious hand cream. Its active ingredients include honey, apricot oil and coconut oil. Yummy, that explains why it smells so good and feels so wonderful on your hands. I’m constantly looking for a hand lotion to carry around so I’m excited about this.

Make-Out Magic Lip Scrub is really fun to use because once you spread it on your lips it leaves a sweet creamy balm behind. If some sugar crystals get in your mouth, big deal! :) Take a look at this list of kiss-happy ingredients:

Butyrospermum Parkii (Shea Butter)
Prunus Amygdalus Dulcis (Sweet Almond) Oil
Caprylic/Capric Triglyceride
Cera Alba (Beeswax)
Theobroma Cacao (Cocoa) Seed Butter
Macadamia Ternifolia (Macadamia) Seed Oil
Helianthus Annuus (Sunflower) Seed Wax
Citrus Paradisi (Grapefruit) Oil
Simmondsia Chinensis (Jojoba) Seed Oil
The Moisture 911 is a really great eyecream! It’s one of the better ones I’ve tried. I think you’ll like it.
EVERYTHING smells and feels wonderful.
Have you tried Perfectly Posh? I’d love to know what you think! If not, you can shop Stephanie’s special shopping link here! What are you excited to try?

Why Hot Yoga – how Bikram Yoga is Changing my Life


I will never forget the sixth day of my 30 day Bikram yoga challenge. I felt a release in my back. A pain that I did not even know it was possible to exist without evaporated. I’ve had neck pain for a decade, and I am a little young for that.

The emotional release that came along with this physical relief of pain, tightness and tension was dramatic. I called my husband laughing and crying. I floated, not walked. I played the violin. “It sounds effortless, happy, fluid.” Nate reported. I cried tears of happiness while I played. I expressed myself, something I’ve struggled to do with the violin for years.

I did doubles sometimes (two 90 minute classes in one day) – the best of all. The second class was always euphoric. I ate and slept less those days. I didn’t need much of either. I drank a lot of coconut water though. Unwanted flab melted way, and so did the pain of painful memories, tension and false expectations of myself. While friends thought I lost weight, I actually gained through muscle.

On the last day of 30 my day challenge, I mourned. I didn’t want life to change.

I floundered for a few weeks after that. How often is one allowed to go to Bikram yoga? Isn’t that kind of time commitment irresponsible? Twice should be good for a responsible adult, right? I tried other yoga forms at home in the meantime. All good, but none so therapeutic. Pain crept back into my muscles, joints, tendons, mind. My work hours, the ones for the very job I said I had to do less yoga for, receded like a puddle on a sunny day. Last week I petered out at 20 hours, and pain plagued 10 of those hours. My going to yoga guilt was not working, for myself or anyone else in my life.

I don’t care how much responsibility I have, I said. I’m going to yoga. Today I finished my fourth class this week. I still have time for a fifth. I worked 38 hours this week at my desk, coding and designing, each day getting better, more creative, more productive. Happier. I hadn’t played the violin in a week, knowing how the old frustration might be there. It wasn’t today. The beauty I found in it on the sixth day of my Bikram yoga challenge was back.

I have never been to another hot yoga class. Chances are they would vary in effectiveness by how much they are like or unlike Bikram yoga. But since heat is a necessary part of therapy, I’m not parting with it, or a grueling 20 some postures, anytime soon.

I have found the key to everything else I love.


Long Live all the Mountains We Moved, I had the Time of my Life, Fighting Dragons with You


We did it. 3 years and nine months of grueling self denial, long work hours, and watching our money disappear into a seemingly endless black hole is over.

And we are never going back.

When 593 people liked my post on my Facebook group, the reality began to hit home. We actually did this. We didn’t give into cultural norms and think living with debt was ok. We fought it. We agonized. We cried and argued and forgave each other when one of us messed up and encouraged each other. We had to deal with feeling selfish when we had to say no to a cause or friend in order to make another snowball payment (a payment larger than the required minimum payment). It was hard to remind ourselves that this was OK for then because someday we would be able to live and give like no one else.

We paid off debts and celebrated briefly only to feel the next one roll over us like the weight of a gravestone. We said no to new clothes, handbags, and vacations countless times. We reminisced over the days we used to travel and spend our own money on fund-raisers for causes we loved and longed to be free of the weight of the payments. We wiped the tears from our eyes and said, some day. Some day. Some day we’ll buy and give what we want to buy and give, this time with cash and no debt. This time we’ll do it free. But until then, slap another extra payment on the debt and do it another day. One more day. One more day. One day it will be one more day until freedom.

And when the day came it was so unexpected, after so many false almosts, and prolonged dreams and deferred hope that we didn’t know how to feel it. We didn’t know how it could be possible. Figuratively we had arrived at shore with tattered clothes and empty pockets after floating on a bit of driftwood. And we knew we were home.

Our Debt Free Scream:

We lived on faith, hope, prayer and the Taylor Swift lyrics to Long Live:

“Long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
And long, long live the look on your face….
Bring on all the pretenders
We will be remembered…”

And maybe it’s not that big of a deal to the world that we paid off $134,000 in 3 years and 9 months starting at making only $28,000 a year, and maybe we won’t be “remembered.” But for us, well, we’re dragon-slayers.

And I cannot describe the peace that sweet victory brings.



5 Random Things to be Content About: Because Perfection doesn’t Exist this Side of Heaven


These things may seem random and petty in the light of greater problems. But if people, time and purses don’t encompass all of life, what does?

1. The career that allows you self expression but isn’t your ideal perfect dream career. Because if you’re hustling to follow your dreams on the side, and can follow some of those dreams at work, and aren’t a slave, and can put food on the table, be content. You’re luckier than most.

2. The almost perfect purse that doesn’t have a cell phone pocket. Some day I’ll get a Petunia Pickle Bottom purse, but for now I have this lovely soft oversized bag with organization galore inside and no cellphone pocket on the outside. Oh well.

3. Tea and coffee with friends and sometimes yoga. The early morning you got up to meditate and follow your dream. The Saturday you get to sleep in, even though you spent multiple late nights finishing up projects at work. Perfect schedules don’t exist. But determined and balanced ones can.

4. The wardrobe that allows you to pull together 2-3 put together outfits at most, and only has one workable pair of “favorite jeans.” Some day you’ll be able to buy lots of jeans. Not today. Oh well.

5. A community of less than perfect, growing, learning people. They’re all there for a reason. Some to love us. Some to strengthen us. Some to refine us. Be thankful. Life is good. Even when it doesn’t seem so.

This side of heaven – we can’t have it all.

This is Kombucha



I made my first batch of kombucha and blogged about it here. This is batch number 5. It’s much better than my first batch, which, in comparison, tasted like a mixture of sweet tea and vinegar.

now this is kombucha (batch 5)

This fizzy stuff tastes like a delicate white champagne. But better. I love it.

Contributing factors:

  • It’s the fifth batch, so each batch grows better with time. You have to keep mixing in a pint of aged kombucha with each new batch, and of course you can let your mushroom (scoby) grow.
  • I also switched to plain white sugar on batch number 3. This speeds up the kombucha fermentation and makes a much healthier brew. Feed that scoby! It can’t easily digest organic raw sugar as well for some reason. Feed it simple sugar. It’s a yeast, not a child. (It also eats the sugar so you don’t have to).
  • This was my first batch with green tea, which I’m liking. It has a more white champagne taste, rather than cider-y, fruity or dark.

now this is kombucha (batch 5)now this is kombucha (batch 5)

I would love to be able to share a cup of health with you my readers! I also would love to know what you think of the taste, even those of you who think this whole process is weird. And of course, I would love to know what those of you who are fermented food or kombucha fans think of it, too! :)

Nothing takes away that dizzy feeling from not having eaten the right things, or for too long, like a cup of home brewed kombucha. I down a glass before I go to the gym and it gives me energy while calming my stomach. It is chock full of enzymes, probiotics and vitamin B. For more kombucha health benefits, read this.


Cozy nubby homemade jewel-toned scarf


After being unable to find a scarf that fit my standards, I decided to make one. I loved that it was better than anything I could find. I loved that I made it. There is something so precious about things you make yourself. You’re the only person that has something exactly like it. It’s a piece of your heart and creativity.

Then one day I lost it. After driving to every local place I could think of where I might have left it (grocery stores, cafes, yoga studios), and asking if they had it in their lost and found, I had to admit my scarf was gone. I hope that a homeless person has it.

I could not part with my scarf though, so I decided I had to make it again.

I felt overjoyed when I found the exact yarn after going to a few stores. Walmart didn’t have it, but Michael’s did.

I love the nubbiness and jewel tones of the wool.

Day one:

Two weeks later:

homemade crocheted scarf jewel tones nubby warm winter

homemade crocheted scarf jewel tones nubby warm winter

homemade crocheted scarf jewel tones nubby warm winter

I totally love it. I’m so glad I “found” my scarf again.

Directions for crocheters: Chain 21.

Row 1: Single crochet in 2nd chain from hook. Double in next chain, single in next chain…across the row, double crochet in last chain, turn. (10 singles, 10 doubles. Helps to remember: odd numbers single, even numbers double).

All other rows: Chain 1, single crochet in first stitch, double in next, etc. Turn. Continue until you like the length of the scarf. Fasten off, knot, and weave in your end.

How about you? Do you have any DIY projects you love or are planning? What are you favorite hobbies?

trim healthy mama dreamsfields pasta recipe with turkey meatballs

Trim Healthy Mama recipe – Dreamsfields Pasta with Turkey Meatballs and Steamed Salted Broccoli


trim healthy mama dreamsfields pasta recipe

This is my favorite Trim Healthy Mama meal. It was months, maybe years before I was truly able to enjoy my favorite favorite type of food, pasta, after the healthy changes I made to my diet a few years ago. Oh I had it sometimes, just never without guilt and a bulging stomach.

No more, thanks to Dreamsfields Pasta. This is not weird-tasting pasta. This is pasta where some of the carbs have been blocked. (And if anyone has anything to say against the healthiness of this pasta, I don’t want to hear it. I make enough sacrifices as it is). No seriously, this is THM approved!

This is a deceptively complex-tasting recipe – it’s really so simple to make!


  • 1 cup of ground turkey with
  • 1/2 tsp of oregano flakes,
  • 1/4 tsp of Thyme
  • 1/4 tsp of Salt
  • sprinkle with pepper.

Knead with hands.

Form into balls and fry in 1 Tbsp of Olive oil.

Cook dreamfields pasta according to instructions on box.

Serve with your choice of low sugar pasta sauce. Less than 5 grams of sugar per serving. This is an important part. If you think 9-10 grams is no big deal, you’re missing out on the waste-healthy benefits of this dish. Sugar is EVERYTHING when it comes to losing belly fat.

Steam and salt the broccoli.

That’s it!! Enjoy an amazing pasta dish guilt and belly fat-free. :)

trim healthy mama dreamsfields pasta recipe with turkey meatballs trim healthy mama dreamsfields pasta recipe with turkey meatballs