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The summer of 2000 was one of the most humid northern Virginia had seen for years at that time. It was so thick, you could see a haze, as well as millions of black specks of mosquitoes. My family had just moved from San Diego because my dad got transferred to the military base in D.C. Needless to say, it was a little difficult that first summer exchanging dry heat to wet heat.

My younger sister and I both contracted bronchitis that summer. But, we both jumped right into sports, as we loved recreational sports. We joined soccer, which was by far the most popular of the area. Eventually, our bronchitis cleared up, but it left me with a permanent effect.

Now, I have always had seasonal allergies. When spring and fall come around, I get stuffy. In Virginia during the spring, sometimes the pollen was so bad, there was literally a yellow layer on the ground. My eyes burned, my hose was stuffed, my throat was sore.

However, during soccer, which was played during fall and spring, there were a few times that I had to take a knee because I literally couldn’t catch my breath–and I was super fit. I’d sub out, take a few minutes to breath, then I’d be ready to pop back in. During P.E., while running laps, I could easily keep pace with my athletic friends, but I couldn’t hear them breath. Meanwhile, I was very loud while trying to keep my breath and running. I wasn’t going over my speed or anything. And then, I’d cough most of the day afterward.

In high school, I started to guess if I had asthma. But, it wasn’t like what you typically saw on TV. And, because of my seasonal allergies, my family just thought that was the case. And, it did get a little better once I moved to Provo, Utah for school. But, it came with it’s own problems–I was at a much higher altitude with thinner, dryer air. And, in the winter, there is inversion (the winter clouds create a green house effect in the valley so pollution stays in the air and doesn’t clear out until it rains or snows…it makes cold, dry winters very stale) which affects me pretty badly. Sometimes, I can’t even go outside because of how bad the air quality is.

My dad was a marathon runner and he trains often and has a pretty good pace. He was also in the Marine Corps, so he was definitely in good shape with good cardiovascular system. But, he would always cough all day after a long run as well.

Justin has a generic non-prescribed inhaler due to a time that one medication gave him the side effect of a swollen throat. I’ve used it once or twice during spring and summer or after a long run or during a panic attack. But, I never thought I needed one of my own. Again, I did believe I had asthma, but it wasn’t like what you typically thought of asthma.

Throughout the past year, Rhys has developed eczema pretty badly a few times. During one of his baby well-check ups, I mentioned it to my pediatrician. Now, my mom has eczema, and my arms get pretty bumpy, a little red, and dry sometimes, but Rhys looked like he had rashes all over. My pediatrician said that it was genetic. And that eczema, allergies (hay fever), and asthma were all different entities of the same issue. They are all different manifestations, but related to each other. And, if one was present in both child and parent, but parent had more than one, it is likely that the child will develop others. I then mentioned to him about my breathing and hypothetical case of asthma (I also had a very bad, long lasting–like 6 months–upper respiratory infection/chronic bronchitis early this year) and he told me flat out it was asthma. But, since I was active and my “attacks” typically only happened with panic attacks, colds, or after strenuous activity, he prescribed me a low-key inhaler.

As per his instruction, I take before I go on runs. And let me tell you. I have never thought that you could breath so clearly while running. I never thought that your breathing could be so silent when you finish. I haven’t coughed after a run since I started taking my inhaler. I am so grateful for it. But, I am also so very grateful that it isn’t as bad as it could be. I’ve had students with asthma so bad that they weren’t allowed outside during recess during the winter sometimes. I am so grateful that I can still do my typical athletic routines.

But, I also now know to keep an eye out for Rhys since he might develop asthma as well.

So, there you have it. No real moral or lesson to this post. I’m just putting down my experience with asthma, and I’m not really sure how to end this post….

I’m Tayler, and I have asthma, but I don’t let it define me. There. The End.

I have asthma, but I don’t let it define me. I still do whatever I want to in my life.
Do you have asthma? How has it affected you?

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

6 Ways to Love Your Body

The majority of women at one point in time or other suffer from low self-confidence and low self-image. I’ve always been one of those. But, during college, I worked hard to love myself and my body. Then, I got pregnant. I won’t lie, I looked awesome and amazing pregnant. However, now that I’m not pregnant anymore, I miss my old body. I miss my old weight, my old shape, I miss not having the pudge I do now, I miss having a clear face, and I miss having my full head of hair rather than this continuous hair falling out.

However, always listing what you don’t like about your body and yourself will just make the way you feel worse. Just as we should focus on gratitude to improve our relationship with Christ, we should focus on the positives of our body to love ourselves.
So, Sharlee, from My New Lines, and I decided to come up with 6 ways to love your body.

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No matter what you look like, you should love your body. Self-love is a very important part of living a healthy lifestyle.



Have a Gratitude List

Not only can gratitude lists apply to your religious or every day life, it can also help you love your body more. List out what you do love about your body. For me, even though I have terrible eyesight and can’t really wear contacts, I love the color of my eyes. Even though my hair is falling out, I adore how red it is in the sunlight. Even though I have super pale skin, my ankles rock! In fact, skip the “even thoughs”! Just list what you love: I love the color of my eyes, the color of my hair, my ankles, my smile, my freckles, my curves.

Be An Example

I didn’t know much about the specifics of grammar when I started teaching it to my 7th grade students. But, I learned as I went, and I began to love diagramming and labeling sentences. I was enthusiastic and an expert for my students…but it definitely didn’t start out that way. Do the same with your body. You don’t want your kids, especially your daughters to be body-shaming themselves. So, set the example now. Fake it until you make it. Don’t obsess over scale-goals, calorie-counts, top-fashion clothes, expensive brands, etc. Be yourself, be happy, be confident, and that will bleed over into your children’s mentalities. Again, fake it until you make it. If it’s hard to concentrate on yourself, concentrate on your children’s body. Tell them directly what you love about them. They will then take that example and eventually begin to do the same for you and others.


Set Small Steps and Goals

We all would love to hit the ground running and immediately see success in our body. But, that’s not going to happen. Set small goals and try to focus on your overall life. Take a walk to the park, take the stairs, have a healthy lifestyle, read a book instead of watching trash-TV, smile more, take 10 extra minutes to do your hair and put basic makeup on, wear a clean shirt, enjoy hobbies, grow talents. By focusing on your life as a whole, you will come to have more self-confidence and be prouder of your self-image.




Screen Your Messages

In our day it’s not uncommon to let your ringing phone go to voicemail if you don’t know the number. We want to avoid any social situations that we’re not comfortable being in. It’s harder to screen the messages we’re spent daily. Whether it’s your current workout buddy or the fitness Instagram account you follow, make sure the way the messages you get from those things impact you is positive. It’s nobody’s fault if it’s not. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you or the other person, but if you find yourself feeling down or bad about yourself–remove the cause. Once you’ve made some progress, see if you can add some of those things back in without receiving those negative messages. I think this is a very important process for all things–not just body image–and something we need to have an awareness of at all times.

Move Your Body

Do things that make you FEEL good. That includes exercise, but find exercise you like or enjoy. Since becoming a stay at home mom, I have had the awesome opportunity to make time daily for at least 30 minutes of time to sweat (as I like to call it) and time for movement throughout the day as I play with my daughter, dance with her, vacuum the floor, and go on walks. The mental clarity and overall better view of life has been a direct result of daily exercise. It’s so good for you–but it’s even better if you enjoy it. This will allow you to listen to your body and feel good in your body-which will in turn help you to appreciate and value your body. Actively valuing your body will naturally lead to a healthier lifestyle. Sometimes when we try to force things, it makes us feel badly about our bodies or it almost seems like punishment. No matter where you are in your health journey, please don’t punish yourself. Love yourself and you’ll see how quickly your body will start to love you back.

Find a Support System

This will look different for every person. Not only do you need to remove negative influences, but you want to incorporate positive ones. Whether that’s an online community, family members, friends, or even divine influence–make sure you let everyone know what your goal is and that they can help you. I have personally let my husband know what kind of support I need from him and what my goals are ultimately. I have to be extremely clear with him. I have also been working really hard on working through some of my bigger issues with my Heavenly Father. Some of the LDS conference talks this past weekend are going to be studied in depth as I do so-including this one.

I am talking about my conscious decision not to lose the weight right now on the blog today while I work on some things to improve my body image. I plan to tackle all of the things I shared her today in-depth and more in the future. I’d love it if you wanted to join the conversation!

Sharlee from My New Lines
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Sharlee is a wife, mom, and the writer behind My New Lines. A blog about the things most important to her in her life as a woman. I don’t take many selfies or wear skinny jeans, but I exhaust myself trying to take a pictures of my daughter and revel in a good pair of PJ’s at night! Navigating life as a woman is always better with friends, I’d love to meet more!


How do you love your body?

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Golden Vlog // October 2015

This month's Golden Vlog is all about being authentic and deep and honest.

Oh my goodness, this month’s Golden Vlog is deep and definitely authentic and raw. So, let’s just jump right in, shall we?

This month's Golden Vlog is all about being authentic and deep and honest.


Engagement, Bridal and, Wedding Pictures** 6 Ways to Love Your Body **

Life w/ Mrs G & the Artist
What are your insecurities? How are you overcoming them?

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

My Experience with Anxiety and PPD

Anxiety is a true mental disorder.

I have anxiety. I have always had anxiety.

However, I guess I was just too stubborn and prideful to accept it that I forced myself into believing that I could handle it, it wasn’t a mental disorder for me, and that I just overreact.

A few other members of my family have been diagnosed with anxiety, (as well as a few other things) and have been to therapists and been on medication. I never wanted to do that. Again, I was too stubborn and too prideful. I thought of myself as strong and able to handle it myself.

Quote on PPD and Anxiety:Things are neither good nor bad but thinking makes it so." William Shakespeare
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Throughout my life, it’s never been real bad. But then, in college, I started having a few anxiety attacks. However, I didn’t know they were anxiety attacks–I called them breakdowns. Not just school work, but friends, love life, finances, church responsibilities, personal responsibilities all piled up on top of school work. There was actually a week during the middle of the semester that I flew home because of the anxiety attack. During my engagement to Justin, he noticed an anxiety attack of mine, baked me cookies, and took me to see Hunger Games at 11 pm to help calm me down.

During the past three years of being married, out of school, and teaching, I’ve had very few. But, it started to exacerbate when I got pregnant. Now, anxiety and depression sometimes go hand in hand…they are cyclical and both cause each other. Although I was super happy and excited to be pregnant and finally have the chance to be a mom (I had been very baby hungry), I started to have a lot of down days…and they were continuous. I just thought it was pregnancy blues because of the effects of having my 1st trimester during the late fall/early winter. And, I had never heard of “pre-postpartum depression.” So, I pushed through it.

Last summer, with my pregnancy rapidly coming to a close, issues with credit for Justin’s graduation, Justin unable to find a full-time job, trying and failing to find an affordable place to live, and the decision on how I was going to teach, I had quite a few bad anxiety attacks–debilitating anxiety attacks–on the floor, crying, unable to eat or think rationally anxiety attacks. Again, I thought it was just normal stress from normal “becoming adults” situations paired with crazy pregnancy hormones. I thought I just let myself get carried away.

Then, after I gave birth, my confidence went down. I started to doubt myself as a mother, as a teacher, as a wife, as a Mormon, as an individual. Our situation wasn’t what we expected it to be those first few months of Rhys’s life–Justin still didn’t have a job or a full degree, and I was worried about Rhys’s weight gain and silent reflux, losing weight, and balancing all my responsibilities. My libido disappeared–I haven’t told Justin this, but I started to lose my attraction towards him. I didn’t necessarily resent him nor blame him, but those are two close descriptions. I tried to be happy–forced myself to laugh, forced myself to be kind, forced myself to be patient. All of those were hard. I snapped at Rhys and Justin, I yelled at my students. But, as postpartum went on, it got a little better. And, I just want to say, I never once resented Rhys–although I was stressed by him, that’s only because I wanted the best for him. I have never regretted him or thought violently towards him. So, I’m glad that my PPD wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

Quote on PPD and anxiety: Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength. Charles Spurgeon

During the winter holidays, a thought came to me about focusing on myself. I am so thankful to God for putting that seed into my mind. I had been trying to spread myself too thin in being a good teacher, mother, wife, daughter, sister, Mormon, that I had completely pushed myself to the wayside. But, I really needed to care for myself. So, I began to think about my stress levels and what would make me calm and happy. I began to think about quitting teaching. I brought the idea up to Justin and my mom. Justin and I went to the temple, fasted, prayed, and listed pros and cons. We finally decided that it would be best for me personally, and by extension, our family, if I stayed home next year. Now, we were always a little nervous about what that would mean for us financially, but we decided to give it a year for a test run.

June came and I quit. Then, Rhys decided to go through a few more transitions, and I had a few more anxiety attacks. My PPD also started to return–it was the first time in my life since I was 16 that I didn’t have a job. I work well with deadlines. I work well with projects. I didn’t have either. I didn’t feel of worth. I felt like I was being a lazy couch potato bum who wasn’t helping with expenses and putting all that responsibility and weight on Justin. A few times my mom would come over while Justin was at work and tried to console me, take care of Rhys, and be the rational, logical one. She pushed and pushed, as well as Justin, that when I took Rhys in for his 12 month baby wellness checkup, I also talk to our doctor about myself. My mom decided she would go with me to the appointment to be moral support, but also to make sure I did mention it. Remember, I always thought I could just handle it on my own without needing medication or therapy.

I’m glad that I did. After describing what I had been feeling since Rhys was born, and especially in the month of June, my doctor saw through all my excuses and knew that I was suffering from anxiety and PPD. He also treats my sister, and with my mom there to give him her experiences, he was able to diagnose me. He has given me an anti-depressant which also helps with my anxiety. The first week or so that I have been taking it, I could feel a physical manifestation of it working–it felt like something was literally being pushed down in me. Whenever I began to think negatively, or stressed, those feelings were physically blocked by a wall–I couldn’t reach or access them. I just felt calm. That calmness has allowed me to feel relaxed and happy.

When I went back to my doctor a month later, at the beginning of August, for a follow-up, he said that he could tell just by looking at me and listening to how I spoke that the medication was doing it’s job. He said I looked taller, happier, healthier, and prettier. Now, I do have some side effects from the medication–again, a lowered libido, and about once a month, a physical manifestation of a panic attack due to side effects of the medication. It’s difficult and complicated to explain, but basically, when I swallow the pill, it feels like it gets stuck in my throat (it’s a tiny pill), and the feeling is immediate. Then, I have a heartburn-ish feeling. Both of these are normal side effects, we’ve learned. But, my body reacts to those side effects, causing terrible chest pain, heart palpitations, and a closed/swollen throat sensation. It is very painful and lasts for a few hours. We researched this reaction and learned that it is a subconscious panic attack. But, in the three months that I have taken this medication, it’s only happened three times…and I take the medication when I go to bed, so I just try to sleep it off.

Quote on Anxiety and PPD: A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life. It is the tear [that results] from the injury of the oyster. The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl." Stephan Hoeller

But, I am glad to know that I have been officially diagnosed with depression and anxiety. It’s actually relieving to know that. And again, I am thankful that they weren’t extreme cases–so very thankful. I know how debilitating and negatively affecting it can be on not only the person, but their loved ones as well. I am so thankful that this medication works for me and that I haven’t needed to go to therapy–if that ever happens, that will be another big prideful that I will have to swallow and just be humble about.

However, since I have accepted it as a mental disorder, I have seen it more apparent and obvious in my life. I can learn from it and change the way I perceive the world around me. It won’t be a quick fix, but I can continuously work to control it with help from others. I think you might see some more posts here about anxiety and depression. So, just stick with me if I seem to be absent for a while without notice or quality and passion seems to be lacking from my posts. You will know that I am having an episode then. But, I thank you for your community and your continuous support. I love you all.

Other posts of mine mentioning anxiety or depression
One Thousand Gifts–using eucharisteo and His Grace to overcome anxiety and depression
I Am Anxious–an admittance to having anxiety attacks as a mom
Count Your Many Blessings–trusting in the Lord’s timing during anxiety attacks

Do/have you or any of your loved ones suffer from anxiety, depression, or PPD? What has been your experience with it?

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Get Fit Thursdays // Update and Q&A

Did you know how hard it is to kick fitness butt when you don’t have a gym membership and have to tug along a baby with you?
It’s been about 3.5 months since I started participating in the Get Fit Thursdays. I haven’t progressed as far or as quick as I would have hoped, but I am starting to feel the results of my efforts, and that’s what is important.

Weight: 153 lbs
In 30 minutes of running (no stopping): 2.5 miles
Curl ups (without a break): 30 
Push ups (without a break): 15

Weight: 135 lbs (this goal is for the end of the year!!!)
In 30 minutes of running (no stopping): 3.5 miles
Curl ups (without a break): 50
Push ups (without a break): 50

Weight: 147 lbs
In 30 minutes of running (no stopping): 2.8 miles (including being stopped at intersections)
Curl ups (w/out a break): 2 sets of 30
Push ups (w/out a break): 2 sets of 20

So, do you have any questions for me about my fitness journey? Goals, recipes, workouts, etc.

Read my other posts in the Get Fit Thursday series!

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Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.