I’ll be honest—I am a bit fearful to share. I don’t know if it’s the vulnerability, the admission that I’m having to ask for help, or the fear of utter failure and embarrassment if I fall flat. But nonetheless, I’m putting on my brave britches (that’s what I tell my kiddos in situations where bravery might be required), and I’m sharing. I’ve prayed about this, considered documenting it, and I’m still not sure where that will land—but I’ve hired a fitness and nutrition coach.

Changing Up Christmas this year and it started with firing our elf. I know, I know… “You fired your elf? At Christmas?!” But hear me out. We’ve never been an Elf on the Shelf family. No mischievous flour fights, no midnight acrobatics, no elaborate setups with tiny props that magically appear each morning. Instead—for years—we’ve had a Kindness Elf. (I read an article about this years ago click here to read and snagged an elf at Hobby Lobby to make it happen.) Our little guy

Learning to walk with confidence and feel worthy of love, style and celebration for the life I've lived all before 40. As I step into my...