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From Sweats to Heels December 19, 2013

Filed under: M.Y. Words — yeagerturner @ 1:35 am

When it comes to the looks department, I’ve always thought I was pretty average. Not drop dead gorgeous and not a troll.  I’ve never been one to wear a lot of makeup or a lot of jewelry.  Simple Simonita should be my name.  My clothing of choice – a matching sweatsuit outfit. Comfortable and easy.


This is a photo of me with my natural hair freshly washed and no makeup on. (In other words, this is the me my husband sleeps next to every night)

Plus, since I’m in the fitness industry and am a work-from-home mother, sweats are my uniform.  My hair pulled back is my signature style. Easy, peasy, normal – Covergirl! Do I like to get dressed up every once in a while? Sure.  Do I like wearing dresses? Yes. But do I also play on the fact that I look young for my age (37), have a toddler and don’t care what others think ? You betcha!

This is that same hair straightened at home (but not styled). My expression looks like I just changed my son's diaper!

This is that same hair straightened at home (but not styled). My expression looks like I just changed my son’s diaper!

But, all of that changed last month when I traded in my sweats for a pair of black thigh high boots.  I had trained for nine weeks for a fitness competition and wanted to take some photos to capture being in the best shape I’d been in as a mother. I actually dragged my feet scheduling the photo shoot because I just didn’t ‘feel it’.  The competition was over and I was enjoying food. I wanted to do the shoot, then I didn’t. I was tired. I almost canceled, but I didn’t. And I’m glad I went.

Long story short – when the photographer, Shanna Simpson, posted my photos on her Facebook page, I was speechless.  I couldn’t believe the person in the photos were me.  I couldn’t believe that my basic makeup (courtesy of Kroger and Walgreens) would turn me into someone worthy of an album cover.

MYT Shana

**Side note: If you’ve never purchased grocery store makeup, give it a chance.  The back of the eye shadow packages are numbered and tell you exactly how to apply it. Genius!

**Side note #2: If you’re having a bad hair day, or just want different hair – live on the edge and buy a wig.  My photo shoot wig’s name was Estelle.  She was delivered in a manilla envelope and lives in a plastic bag.  But honey, when she sits upon my head – we WORK. IT. OUT!

My pics helped me realize that many of the celebrities that we idolize are probably pretty simple/basic people.  I believe if you took away their makeup artists, hair stylists and wardrobists (is that even a word?) s/he would blend in with society like the rest of us. Although they are probably naturally pretty, I’m sure plenty of assistance goes into making them stunning.

I also believe all of us have a fire kitten hidden (meow!) inside of us. TRUST ME – I don’t know where the foxy mamacita came from once I put on those black boots, but I know she exists somewhere inside me.  Deep, deep down.


So, the next time you’re flipping through magazines saying to yourself how you wish you looked like (fill in the blank), put forth the effort and see if you can.  Bathe your body, throw on some deodorant, find two pair of socks that match, brush your hair (wash it first), buy some new makeup (search for coupons first), throw on some cute clothes (search your kids closet if you don’t have any) and know that sexy lives in us all!


Quest to Step Back on Stage November 15, 2013

Filed under: M.Y. Words — yeagerturner @ 1:33 pm

It wasn’t pretty.  It wasn’t easy – but I did it!

That’s right. I got back on the competition stage – twice!  When I started training, I wanted to do a competition in nine weeks.  However, the Tricky Jackson classic was six weeks into my training and my coach, Larry Jackson, thought I could be ready by then.  So I did.  For selfish reasons, I wanted to do that competition so that I could eat whatever I wanted afterwards for a couple of days. YUM!

3rdMastersThat show was on October 19 in Lexington, KY.  I entered the Open and Masters division (ages 35+).  I stayed the night before and thought I’d be able to relax and sleep in.  But, I found myself waking up Saturday morning at 5:00am missing my husband and toddler.  I did what any mother would – turned on the television and started watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse!

At the competition, Masters was first and I was called onstage in the top three.  When it came time for the open, I was not in the first callout (the top places in the class) and was the first called out for second callout.  I was definitely disappointed. I had never been in second callout at a local show.  But I had to remind myself I hadn’t competed in over three years and just was pregnant not too long ago.  Between shows Milton and I enjoyed a wonderful cheeseburger with french fries.

Results: 3rd place Masters, 7th place Open

Instead of being discouraged, I was more determined to train hard and follow my meal plans for the next three weeks leading up to KY Muscle.  It didn’t get any easier with my family. My son didn’t understand why he couldn’t feed me his uneaten food.  My husband and I love to go out to eat, but I’d just sit there with my measured water.  I set a goal for myself and I was determined to achieve it.

KY Muscle was on November 9 in Louisville, KY.  This was a HUGE show – over 400 competitors.  I JL3decided to just enter Masters and we were the last division onstage.  The show started at 10:00am, we were on stage at 3:30pm. Long show! I was excited to be called in the first callout and moved closer to the center.

KY Muscle was a special show for me because of all the shows that I’ve done, never have I competed in my hometown.  Most of my friends have never been able to see me on stage. But at this show, they could! I was proud to place second in my class and receive the infamous sword as a trophy. I loved having people walk up to me, that I didn’t even know were in the crowd, congratulating me.  I loved being a part of a team with one of my good friends as a trainer.

People ask when I will compete again, but I tell them that was my “Hang Up the Heels” competition.  I absolutely adore being onstage, but it’s much more difficult to train when you have a husband and toddler at home wanting and deserving your attention.  I’m glad that I was able to show mothers around the world that you can set a personal goal and be successful!


Why This Competition is Different October 5, 2013

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trainIt’s hard for me to believe that I’m already four weeks into my competition prep.  And, I’ll be honest.  There are many times I wanted to quit. Many.  For many different reasons.  But, unfortunately/fortunately, I let everyone know I was going to compete and I don’t want to be seen as a quitter. 

Preparing to compete is no easy venture.  When I competed from 2008-2010 I was worry free.  I was single and ready to mingle.  The main thing on my mind was competing and I went at it full force.  The main thing I had to worry about when I woke up in the morning was what color sports bra to wear to the gym.  My abs were cute, I was cute, I was on a mission.

Now, all of that has changed.  I am married.  I am a mother of a toddler. My priorities are completely different.  I wake up thinking about the activities my son and I are going to do together.  At night I can’t wait to spend quality time with my husband.  It sucks not to be able to eat dinner with them at night and eat the same things they do. We went on a vacation to DC for a week. While I cooked most of my food, I enjoyed two meals with husband. I’m so over chicken breasts.  I’m so over tilapia. 

The other thing that is different this time is the category I’ll be doing.  I LOVED competing in fitness.  The surge of energy doing a two minute routine is thrilling.  I actually started as a figure competitor.  That was cool too because I was able to build muscle, but not too much muscle.  But, now…… Now, I am a bikini competitor.  I remember when bikini first became a division and I thought very little about it.  Even now it’s my least favorite division, although it’s the most popular when it comes to numbers. I now must get on stage in an itsy witsy teeny weeny (I don’t know the color) bikini!

So, I’m just weeks away from my first post-marriage, post-pregnancy competition.  I had a major setback last week when I became sick with meningitis type symptoms.  I was in bed and out of commission for almost six days.  It sucked.  I didn’t eat like crap, I just didn’t eat.  But I learned it’s one of those things you either let hold you back or use as a comeback.  Mine is going to be a comeback baby.

Oh yeah, one more thing.  My good friend Larry Jackson is my trainer.  Some people think that could be weird, but it’s actually been a good thing.  He knows me and I trust him.  While I may call him and very briefly complain about eating tilapia three times a day, he know when he gets off the phone that I’ll eat it. He and his wife have fallen in love with the competition industry and I’m proud to be a part of his team.

So, please wish me luck and say a prayer that these next couple of weeks go as planned.  Pray my butt gets smaller and my smile gets wider.  Pray the judges say, “That’s one hot mama!” and award me first place. Now, off to eat some asparagus I go.


What in the World?! September 6, 2013

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My First Figure Competition (March 2008)

My First Figure Competition (March 2008)


I always told people that I would never do it again. I said that I didn’t miss it. I talked about how I enjoyed watching other people do it, just not me. Well, fast forward two years and I take everything I’ve said back.

I was sitting at home on my bed and this random thought came into my head. The voice yelled in my ear, “Michelle, you need to compete again!” I NEED TO WHAT?! Huh? Do you realize I just had a baby last year and that my body is no longer shaped the same? What?! Have you seen my mommy pooch or my ‘close to 40′ butt? Yikes!!! Do you know how much I value a nap? What in the world?

I then found my fingers reaching for my cell phone to see when the next local competition is. It’s 9.5 weeks away. Oh boy! I begin to wonder 1) where were these thoughts coming from and 2) who will think I’m crazy for wanting to do it and talk me out of it.

So, I first call my friend Larry Jackson who trains ladies to compete. His response was, “Let’s Do It!” He said to throw on a bikini and send him a picture. A bikini? Me? I used to rock a bikini with pride, but now they hide in the back of my closet. Whew. I told him I needed to pray about it and that I’d either send him a photo in my bathing suit or some random crazy picture to let him know my mind isn’t right.

I knew there was one person I could depend on to talk me off the competition ledge – my husband. He always talked about how he didn’t like it when I competed because I was no fun to be around when I lack carbs. Surely he doesn’t want Carbless Barbie Michelle laying next to him every night. I picked up the phone to call him. His response – “Go For It!” Say what?! Do what?! Huh?

Everyone around me was supporting my decision. I thought it would be cool to try to get in shape to compete. My body is in no way the shape it used to be and my muscle defiinition has decreased. I may have to enter bikini instead of figure (which bothers me) but it could be fun.

So ladies and gents, my goal is to compete in 9 weeks. I’m hoping to bring my abs out of hiding and tighten up my glutes. I know nutrition is going to be key and I’ll be using a meal plan and the Visalus products in addition to my workouts. Wish me luck and say a prayer – I sure do need them!


Overcoming Obstacles August 23, 2013

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MyGymBallsI think everyone overcomes many obstacles in life.  Some are larger than others and many of them make us stronger as a person.  Today I was able to watch my son Maximus overcome one of his.  All summer we have been attending My Gym Louisville.  It’s a cool gym for kids. Maximus is in the Waddler group and he’s able to run, jump, climb, slide and swing.  We love it!

They change the set up of the room around every week. Today they had a walking plank that led into a huge pit of plastic balls.  Although Maximus loves the balls, he’s always scared to jump into them.  Usually I’ll say, “1, 2, 3″ and throw him in and he has the brightest smile.  Today started like a normal day with the balls.  He loves to walk across the plank, but as he gets closer to the end with the balls, he walks closer to me and holds on tight to my shirt.  You can tell he’s scared.  He would gradually push his toe over the edge and then step in in slow motion.

Next, he tries to climb out of the balls back onto the plank so I push his booty in the air to help him. He gets back up and once again walks to the edge. He scoots closer to me and then falls in.  It takes him about four times to realize jumping into the balls are pretty fun and touching mom isn’t necessary for it to be successful.  So the next time he gets on the plank, he walks to end, stands there and jumps right in.  I become one proud parent!  I watch him do it several more times and each time he’s more confident. In less than 20 minutes I was able to watch my son overcome his fears.  I think toward the end I was smiling more than he was. I’m so excited to watch him continue to grow. I’m glad that he still thinks I can solve all of his world’s problem, but I’m also glad that he’s willing to try to solve his own!


What Was I Thinking? August 1, 2013

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Back in January my son had a difficult time at a daycare.  In fact he hated it.  He cried every day. During that time of stress, I came up with the brilliant idea of mentioning to MIlton that it would be great if his mother moved in with us.  SAY WHAT?!  He thought it was a great idea.  He called and asked her and after thinking about it for a couple of hours, she said yes. Once the school year was over, she’d move in.

  Move ahead several months to July. Maximus loves his new daycare and especially the daycare teacher, Ms. Melissa.  Life is good, and now his mom is ready to come. YIKES! What in the world was I thinking?  She is going to come here and not leave.  Ever.  Her address will be our address. WHAT?!! Something had to be in my Visalus shake that January morning I thought of the idea. We drove to Kokomo, IN to get his mother’s items and she made the trek to the Ville.  I  had a feeling this month was going to be the longest…….. month…. ever!!   And the exact opposite happened.  When my “crack-o-dawn” son wakes up at 5:30am every morning, he excitedly walks into Nana’s room (or bangs on her door) to hang out with her.  It makes her day to see his morning smile expressing utter delight to see her.  She went from rarely seeing him, to spending quality time everyday with him.  They take morning walks together and he is her pride and joy.   I cook the majority of the meals and when we’re done eating, she always volunteers to clean up so Milton and I can spend quality time together after dinner.  And, she is nice. And, she is funny. His mom and I hang out and we have a great time. WHO KNEW? Milton loves it because he feels he’s able to provide full circle.  It may not work for every family, but thus far (knock on wood) having three generations under one household has been a blessing!   ** Random: Maximus had his first haircut this week.  I’m pretty sure I was more nervous that he was.  I sat in the barber chair and he sat on me.  At first he was cool and all was good.  About 3/4 the way through, he realized what was happening and freaked out. My baby really looks like a toddler now. Thanks to LaRon at Cutting it Close Barbershop for the 1st Haircut certificate. Proud mom moment!


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