About Me

Hi!  I'm Candice, and I started this blog because of my story.  I believe that although my story might be unique in some ways, how I felt and what I experienced is something that most people have felt from time to time...and I want to be there for you when you need encouragement, a little laugh, or a good recipe!

I am a military wife, and we do not have the typical story that one would imagine.  My husband joined the military when we was 26 years old.  We had a house, we had two dogs, we both had full time jobs.  Life appeared to be pretty settled.  However, we both felt that there was something more.  We couldn't put our finger on it.  We were happy.  But there was something unsettling about our life...like there was more out there waiting for us, like we weren't fulfilling our purpose.

I said to my husband 'whatever it is you want to do, then let's do it!  I've got your back!'.  Little did I know what I was signing up for ;)  I thought to myself, 'oh, he'll want to finish his degree'.  Nope.  He told me that he had always had a LIFELONG dream of joining the military.  I couldn't believe my ears.  I thought 'but we have a house!', 'but our families live here!', 'but we both have good jobs'.  We had many, many conversations about it, and in the end, I finally asked him 'do you REALLY think you can do this.'  His reply was this:  'I know I can.'

So, off we went, on an very insane journey.  Due to the level of training that he had to endure we had to be separated for 11 months, right off the bat.  Not so easy when you're used to seeing your husband everyday.  Initially, I started out strong, I ran a marathon, I hung out with friends and family, I kept busy.  But as the days wore on, and I began to understand that I wasn't totally sure when him and I would have the same address I became lethargic.  Sad.  Lazy. Crying. Secluded.  And oh, did I eat.

I couldn't tell you how much weight I gained, because I refused to get on a scale.  But, this is what I do know, it only added to my misery.  What I was doing to my outside was only a sliver of the misery I felt on the inside.  I was a counselor, and I refused to see that I was depressed.  I had too much pride, and I didn't want to talk to anyone about it.  Instead, I smiled when I was out and about, and then I would withdraw and eat when I was alone.

I promise, this story gets better!  Finally, after 11 months of separation, my husband and I lived under the same roof.  He still came and went quite often,  but I was okay with that because atleast he was coming home to me!  I found a job, made new friends, found a wonderful church, but I STILL felt as though God was tugging at my heart.

Almost two years later, we were in yet again a new state, and I had just experienced the loss of my grandma due to congestive heart failure.  I had started working out again (I was doing Insanity), and I had a friend ask me if I wanted to be a BeachBody coach with her.  'Oh man, I don't know Britt, do I have to sell something'.  She said 'yeah, YOU, you sell your story, you share with people about what you're already doing, the rest will come.'  I trusted her.  I was a little nervous, but I knew this could be the answer to many questions that I was having lately.  So, I joined up, and I haven't looked back.

Here I am.  A little over one year later.  Not only has my income increased, but my overall health, and my ability to help others.  Something that I am deeply passionate about.  BeachBody was a life changer.  It fills my days when my husbands schedule demands that he is away (which is often!), and allows me to cherish the moments that he's home.  I am truly thankful for it, and I hope by reading this blog, you see the blessing that it is, and if it's not BeachBody, that you find something in your life that you can be equally passionate about.  When you do, it will absolutely, unequivocally, change your life.  And if I can be a part of that, I will be humbled and grateful!    ~Candice


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