...And All That Jazz

I've been a little MIA lately but since we've last talked, a lot has happened! Between graduation, meeting Noah, moving twice, and finding a job, I feel like I've been thrown all over the place going 100 miles an hour. Between all of the crazy and beautiful life events, I've finally realized that I've been putting my relationship with Christ on the back burner since the beginning of my senior year. I still go to Mass every weekend, visit the sacraments regularly, pray every now and then, but these things haven't been as intentional as they were a year ago. I think the main reason for this is the distractions and great new life events going on. I never chose to not be intentional but I simply forgot HOW to be intentional. Lately, I think God's been like "Hey Mary, it's me. God. Remember me? Remember how close we were? Wasn't that great? Wanna do that again?" As casual as that sounds, lately, I've really felt God push on my heart and

Hello there! If any of you are following my fitness Instagram account {link here, in case you're wondering} , you know that I've been working hard this past year to get to a new heathy self. I'm on a program called Weight Watchers and have found tons of success with it. I've started working out regularly, eating healthier, and actually loving my body for what it is now, not what I hope for it to be. I can't tell you how many times in my life I've tried losing weight and fell off the bandwagon. Countless times. Each time, I was determined for about a week or so, lost motivation, then sunk lower than I had been before. The constant swinging of emotions was exhausting. I come from a family where both my mom and dad's sides aren't naturally petite. We love to eat, drink, and have a good time. Because of our habits and genes, we have to work at being healthy. So let me start off by saying, losing weight for someone with my genetics and habits isn't