The secret is out. You don't have to spend countless hours at the gym to get healthy + fit.
My favorite thing people say to me is...
"Wow, you're busy!"
YES, I am. I CHOOSE to be.
Which means I have to FIND AND MAKE time to take care of my body + mind. I have to make time for ME so I can STAY BUSY.
Which lead me to the idea for my next ACCOUNTABILITY GROUP.
BUSY CHICKS GET FIT
30 minute (OR LESS) workouts you will stream from any device ANYWHERE! Stuck at work late? Press play on your phone while you wait for that last phone call. Kids have dance class? Press play in the parking lot while you wait. Seriously. No excuses!
QUICK + EASY MEAL PLANS + ON THE GO SNACKS!
PODCAST + Audio books to keep your head straight when you're bouncing from one place to the next.
daily "on the go" shake that will help you get in all your vitamins/nutrients so you can avoid the fast food and multiple Starbucks trips AND SAVE MONEY.
exclusive tracker app to help keep you accountable! No Facebook group so you don't get sucked down the rabbit hole of the newsfeed! I can see what you're tracking on my end and help you stay the course! 👀
We start PREP WEEK on Monday, October 30th.
If you're a busy chick always wondering how you could possibly fit time in for fitness and nutrition in the midst of the madness, this is YOUR SIGN.
If I can do this, anyone can do this!
I am limiting this group to 10 NEW LADIES so I can give you the attention and accountability you deserve!
PLEASE FILL OUT THE FORM BELOW TO RESERVE YOUR SPOT! Let's chat so we can see if this would be a good fit for you!
We've all tried it at this point. We're human, so we love pizza. We also love fitting into our jeans, so we try that Cauliflower Crust Pizza recipe that is floating around in Pinterest. We are so excited! Our house smells like farts the whole time it's cooking & the smell lingers for a week. AND it doesn't satisfy that pizza craving.. at all. Just me? Let me shoot you straight and say this recipe I'm about to share is NOT going to make me NEVER eat REAL PIZZA again. I will. And I will LOVE IT. But, instead of indulging once a week, I think with this little trick up my sleeve, I can cut back to once a month, for sure. Here's ALL YOU NEED: 1 10oz can of chicken (read your labels! Not all canned chicken is created equally and a lot of them have gross preservatives in them. Try to find one that is just chicken, water, and salt). 1 egg 1 oz grated parmesan cheese (I used a vegan version of parmesan for this and it was great!) Directions: -preheat
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