Baby Mama Fitness

It’s been a year since I posted on this account, but I had a thought the other day that felt more appropriate to share here than over on my ‘new’ business account where I am spending my Instagram time lately…

I’ve been struggling with my body image for quite some time. Years.

And since moving to Mexico, I’ve lost weight and inches…but it still doesn’t feel like ‘enough’. I don’t know what ‘enough’ is anymore.

And I thought about what people will say about my body when we move back.

And I thought about my uncle who used to say to me, all of the time, ‘You need to eat more! You’re so skinny!’

This was in my 20’s when I was dancing 6-7 days a week and eating a BLT and a coke before a show…and that’s it…

And then, I don’t know when, he just stopped saying it, and he’s never said it since.

And it hit me the last time couple of times I saw him that ‘You need to eat more!’ was no longer his refrain.

Which meant something in particular in my mind.

That I was no longer skinny and should in fact eat less.

Just a little thought about how we should never comment on people’s bodies…ever…because that s**t runs deep. Even if it isn’t intentional.

And a little thought about how there is still a part of me that ‘hopes’ people will say something positive when they see me next…and I wish that s**t would just go away but it is SO entrenched…

This was supposed to be our summer of fun.

But you know what they say, ‘You, plan, the Universe laughs’

We had a really really rough go this summer with hit after hit after hit, but sometimes you just have to pull out your camera roll and watch your own highlight reel to remind yourself that even though you got knocked down a bunch, life is still pretty damn sweet.

And in true Green Family fashion, we have learned from the rough patches and have re-envisioned what our priorities are moving forward.

Last Day of Grade 3.
Swipe for first day.
(Also, hilariously, he is wearing the same T-shirt and sweatshirt as his first day and it was totally unplanned)

I don’t know why this one hurts so much. He just looks like a grown human now.
Like, some day soon he will be embarrassed to be dropped off by me.
I am not ready for this next phase of him being grown.

Do you like getting out of the house?
Meeting new Mamas?
Moving your body?
Laughing your head off?

Baby Mama Fitness Classes start next week in Gage Park!
I have 3 spots left for my Mama and Baby class on Thursdays at 12pm and I would love for you to join us!

I am a certified postnatal specialist and have been teaching my classes for 9 years now.

You can learn more or register here: www.babymamafitness.com/hamilton but please let me know if you have any questions.

I can’t wait to meet this new crew of Mamas!

I married the best one.

He is the best decision I have ever made. Hands down.

He still carries our 63lb child up to bed every night when he wakes up for snuggles.

He supports me unequivocally and believes in me more than I ever could.

Happy 45th to this gift of a human.

How do you do it all?
*she asks as she gestures to everything and nothing all at once*

I know that I am going to get a bunch of pat answers saying, ‘You don’t!’

But what if you have to?

2022 was a big shift for our family.
I have been the default parent in this kid’s life since he was born.

Bending myself into shapes I didn’t recognize to make it work. So that I could be with him and support my family.

In 2022, I went all in on a new business.

Unexpectedly, it boomed.

By June, I was making more money than my husband for the first time in our lives together.

And I was breaking, because it was A LOT of work to run a new, booming business and continue to be the default parent.

The one who books all of the appointments, the summer camps, the pick ups and drop offs, the school letters that need signing, the extracurriculars, the emotional meltdowns, the buying of the clothes, the monitoring of the shoe sizes, and on and on and on…

So, I sat my husband down (who, I promise, I am not throwing under the bus. He is an ACTIVE participant in our lives but the reality is that he works 630-230 and commutes, so he is out of the house for 10 hours a day…and I was here, working from home…) and I said, ‘Things need to change.’

I said, ‘I was happy to pick up the slack when you were making the larger financial contribution, but now that I am, for every hour I take away from acquiring clients, money is being taken away from our family and our dreams.’

I am the luckiest. He heard me. He agreed wholeheartedly. And so he took time off work so I could grow.

He became the default parent. He ran the household.

And it was bliss.

But he could only take so much time off without losing his job, so he is back.

And here I am, the default parent with a booming business, asking the Universe, ‘How do I do it all?’

**if this resonates, I would love it if you shared…**

Mamas, talk to me.

How do you reconcile what is best for your kid vs society’s standards?

When our kiddo spends his days outside getting immense amounts of fresh air and exercise, he is at his happiest. He eats and gains weight, he sleeps through the night, his emotional ups and downs are few and far between, he is regulated, his anxiety lessons, he is HAPPY.

But when we get back he is going to be expected to sit in a chair and recite his times tables and not move or interrupt or have feelings that are big or do exactly as he is told the exact way he is told to do it.

This is not healthy for him.
Sending him back to school seems like a cruel punishment.
He isn’t allowed to be himself.
He has to be an automaton.

I just don’t know what the solution is.

We’ve talked forest school , but $$$ and no French education.
We’ve talked homeschooling, but we need both incomes and our kid is social to his very core. He needs other kids around.
We’ve talked squeezing as much outdoor time and exercise as possible out of our days, but we have lives and expectations and Canada is freaking cold.

I am mostly rambling, but sending my neurodiverse kiddo into a neurotypical system day in and day out feels really cruel.

Whether we are at home or in Cancun, this kid always demands a morning snuggle with his Mama.

He has been living at the Kids Club while we are here, but every single time they walk past the beach he yells at the top of his lungs, ‘HI MOM!!’

No matter where we are, if he makes a new friend, the first thing he does is introduce me emphatically.

May these days never end.

And thank you to my husband for snagging this piece of perfection this morning.

Over 7 years ago I decided I couldn’t go back to my job. I just couldn’t do it.

So I posted on a neighbourhood Facebook group saying, ‘Hey! I just got my postnatal fitness certification! And my kid is turning 1 years old! Want to work out in a park with me?’

And many Mamas said ‘YES!’
In fact, one mama (Hi 👋🏻) said, ‘Want to start a nighttime class too?!’

And I said, ‘Yes!’.

That class has been my longest running class. Several of the Mamas have been with me for the entire 7 years I have been teaching…even through the difficulties of CoVid.

If it weren’t for these women, Baby Mama Fitness would never have been able to exist in the way it does today.

But sometimes magical things must end…and so, with the big plans my family has for the future, I suspect this is my last year teaching my magical Annex classes. (I reserve the right to change my mind 😉)

If you are in Toronto, and would like to join us, we start next week.

Tuesdays at 7pm AND 8pm. 💪

I would love to have you for another Golden Spring/Summer/Fall. ☀️🕶

Sign up in my bio.

He did it!!

HUGE shoutout to the CAMH needle phobic clinic for kids.
They were so kind and patient.

The first thing he asked was, ‘Does this mean we can go to New Brunswick now?’

This kid is my heart ❤️

So, it didn’t happen.

The moment I had been waiting for and excited for and prepping for didn’t happen.

Sully has a full blown kicking and screaming panic attack at the vaccine clinic.

And I am selfish because I saw all of my dreams of seeing my family for the first time in 2 years slip away.

Because I was hoping to ease my anxiety even in the slightest.

Despite all of our prep and coaching and patience and kindness, his mind took over and we were powerless.

So today I am sad and selfish.

And we will try again tomorrow…

It is not all ‘Cool Mom’ T-shirts over here.

I wasn’t sure when I was going to officially announce this, but then I got a gift in the mail which became the push that I needed.

Big shifts are happening.

After I got my Digital Media Marketer certification, I knew I wanted to specialize so I took a massive leap and signed up to become certified as a Funnel Pro with .

Thank you to Kate and the team at for this lovely gift.

I am working on my new business furiously behind the scenes, I am learning and building funnels, and I am creating my packages and services.

I have already sold 2 funnel builds for incredible businesses I believe in whole-heartedly and have a dear business owner friend who is going to be my first ‘VIP day’ client.

In case you know of some awesome female-led businesses who want to grow, here is what I do:

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2022 is about betting on myself.