The Slump is Over, Writing and Laughing Without Fear...Sort of...

Alrighty. I've applied my sunscreen and I’m ready to write. It’s been a while and I have no reasonable excuse for that. Only that I've been in a slump and a depression and have lacked the motivation and energy to sit down somewhere without a TV or access to Netflix/Wi-Fi and actually write. This slump has been interrupted a couple times. 

Once I thought I would write a book. I still do, but a friend sort of ruined the ending for me…. See my initial thought wasn't to have the hero of the book represent Jesus, but in a way he does and the heroine (hopefully I’m spelling that in the female hero way and not the drug way…spellcheck doesn't differentiate and I don’t have the internet right now) is representative of my super ego..or something like that. Anyway, I wasn't meaning to write an auto-biographical novel, but it turned out that my plot screamed it. So I've put that on hold…at least physically. Mentally I write it every day and add to it. I love my novel. It’s my own personal adventure. I should probably add more to it…

So aside from my lost novel, blogging has been a wonderfully fruitful passion of mine for quite a few years, but I've not been very consistent in it. I was doing very well with my consistency until about 6 months ago when I had to move home with my parents. Not exactly the highlight of the young woman in her early twenties’ life. And thus my slump began.

Without going into all of the excruciating details of the move and the tears and the readjusting and the finding a job and the tears and the hating the job and the arguments and the kicking and screaming….let’s just stop and give a big hand clap to God. No really, go ahead. Clap for him. As a Christian I’m told to clap for him at every church service and on the radio, but I mean, he really ACTUALLY DESERVES IT. I hated that he put this in my life. That I was to move back home where I would have to live with my parents again. I did not like living with them in high school (because apparently I was abnormal or something), so why would I want to live with them now? I would be leaving my community. I had friends, best friends I would have to leave behind in a city I LOVED. I didn't like my home town (ironically many people I had become friends with LOVED my hometown [New Orleans] and actually want to move there and weren't huge fans or where they lived), and I had no desire to move back. I prayed for 6 months after I graduated for a job. 6 months to find a job that would allow me to make ends meet and continue to live in this awkwardly big town/city. It was just the right amount of rural and city for me. But even though it's not great yet, I have learned all of this stuff, and it's good stuff. Sorry, but I have no other word right now other than "stuff." It's hard to explain....but I'm almost glad I was forced to move...ALMOST. I can't help it, I'm stubborn.  

No matter what I tried or prayed for or how many tears I shed, there was no job for me. Not a job that I could live on and make rent, insurance, bills, and still afford to eat. I cried out to Jesus, like I've been taught. I reached out to my friends and neighbors, to my community. No one could find me a job and I couldn't land one. 

So, after my prayers returned not “unanswered,” but with a very obvious “No, it’s time to move home,” I packed the few things I still had in my small rented bedroom and went home.

Before I left, my darling lifegroup prayed over me and spoke wonderful life giving words over me. The theme coming straight from scripture: 

Proverbs 31:25 “She is clothed in strength and dignity;
SHE LAUGHS WITHOUT FEAR OF THE FUTURE.”

See, if you know me at all, you know I’m a laugher. I have this big overpowering laugh that echoes throughout a room and above every other laugh. Many times my joy has turned to wheezing. 

This verse hit that special string on the violin of my soul and rang out the most beautiful chord you’d ever heard. I’d like to believe it was much like the one that “David played and he pleased the Lord, but you don’t really care for music, do ya?” (if you get that reference without having to look it up, KUDOS to you!) Anyway, my soul sang with the verse and it was amazing.

I immediately accepted that verse as my life and soul verse. I liked to laugh, it made sense; I had a tattoo drawn up and decided some time in my life I would ink my body with those words. 

Well let me tell you a little something, laughing is one thing. Laughing without fear of the future, is something TOTALLY DIFFERENT. At this point I was convinced laughing without fear was only a practice. You had to force yourself to do it and then eventually it would come to you. Just like jogging…or something. I tried to not worry about the future and live more day by day.

So as time went on and I had my little crap job that I hated, I started trying to pay off my credit card debt and make sure my car insurance was paid and if I had a little leftover, I could drive to Baton Rouge and see my friends I had left behind. 

Then the energy drain started. 

The difficulty of not liking my job and having extreme shifts ( i.e. going in one day for 6am and the next day for 3pm) started to really hit me. I was tired all the time, and if you add that to my already constant struggle with depression that had worsened since moving home, you could pretty much guarantee if I wasn't at work, I was in bed or resting on the couch binge watching Netflix until it was time to go to bed or work. I had no energy to go meet people, write, find new places to hang out. I had no money to go to places even if I did make new friends! I didn't want to leave the house to go and find a place without Wi-Fi to get in a writing mood because I knew I’d spend money if I did, and I couldn't afford that.

One Sunday, when I finally had off, I went and visited a church. Then I had another Sunday off and I did it again. Looking back, I realize I was given Sundays off during this period because I had been getting sick a lot and my boss wasn't always sure I would make it in, so he scheduled me less. Just goes to show you God really DOES make EVERYTHING work for the good of those who follow him (Romans reference). I finally stopped getting sick, found a different job that is better, AND found a church home. Oh, AND I MADE A FRIEND!

Within the first week of not working at the crap job, I made a friend. I had energy again, not a lot but some. Along with that energy I tried to start listening to what God was saying again instead of being a brat and sticking my tongue out at him while putting my fingers in my ears. It was the first time since I had moved, that I had let my anger walls down to him. He said a couple things…

First I was freaking out about my schedule and not being able to make relationships with the people I was meeting at church or not being able to meet them at all because of having to work certain nights of the week when they would meet for lifegroups/small groups. “Where are you going?” he asked OH SO POLITELY. My breath stopped short but the peace sank deep. I was staying here. Indefinitely. I needed to get over it. Baton Rouge wasn't my home anymore, New Orleans was where I was called now.

Second, I was still “practicing” laughing, but I wasn't. I was trying to laugh at the days to come without fear, but I was failing. I can't laugh all the time at the future without fear. I'm not there, but I didn't realize that until he spoke this gem a little more gently, 

“It’s a prophecy.” 

My heart swelled and I knew I wasn't doing anything “wrong” anymore. My depression wasn't wrong, my worrying was wrong, my desire to be “okay” again wasn't wrong. I’m just not where I will be yet. One day I will have the ability to laugh without fear of the future. Some days I do laugh at the days to come, but I definitely worry more than I laugh. I’m not perfect.

All I know right now, is that God has some incredible plan for me that has been in the works from day one (duh). And though the past 6 months have sucked royally, I'm finally learning to laugh without fear of the future (and maybe I'll learn about the first half of the verse later). 

I have learned so much about being alone, and for an extrovert, that’s REALLY saying something (ENFP over here). I have been forced to learn how to be introspective; how to rely solely on Christ for all my emotional and spiritual needs; that it is okay to be alone; and that God’s plans are ALWAYS better than ours, even when we kick and scream the entire way down the mountain into the valley and even if we’re not in the “happy” place yet.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still not exactly like skippidy-do-da with Jesus right now…but if you’ve heard the song “Shut Up and Dance With Me” by Walk the Moon, that’s probably the best I can explain where we are in our relationship at the moment. He’s all “Hey, why are you holding back?” and I’m all “Shut up and just dance with me! At least I’m looking in your direction and smiling on occasion! Now SPINNN!!!!”

Anyway, I have no idea how to end this other than asking for your continued prayers in this awkward continuous transitionious (making up words now) stage of life called…life. And in turn, I’ll be praying for you too.

Keep dancing you dancing fools. 

--Maggie Mae

I'm moving home

Dear Everyone,

If you know me on any level that goes further than a passing hello, you know I've been having an extremely rough time as of late. I graduated and my transition to the real world has not been pleasant. I haven't found a job that fits me well and because of that, I'm going to be moving back to my parents' home in Metairie.

This is my “plan.” It is tentative based on what happens with the job situation.

First, I want you to understand where I am coming from because some of you have never experienced this. Some have experienced on a worse level, but I feel like nonetheless, I want to share. I am scared. I feel like I have failed and I feel stuck. I feel like I got a degree and now I’m back where I was a few years ago when I dropped out of LSU. I know I’m not and, in the long run, my degree will be helpful because it will open more doors than not having any degree at all. I didn't get a degree for nothing. All my work was not done in vain.

Second, my life is in Baton Rouge. I love it here and the idea of not living here is nearly unimaginable. Something clicked the other day, however, when my friend Emily told me about this possible job in New Orleans. I realized I’m young. I don’t have to live in Baton Rouge forever right now. I can live elsewhere and go back. My church will still be there and my friends will likely still be there or if they move away, they would have moved away even if I had stayed.

Third, I love all the people that care about my future and continue to pray for me. I have all the faith in the world God is preparing a job that will suit me well. I don’t want “just any job.” I want to feel like I have a purpose and my job is meaningful. I want to fill fulfilled. Many people will work whatever because they see a job only as a way to make money. I don’t see it that way, and I don't have to yet. I don't have a family I have to provide for yet, and I don't have a house to pay off or car notes. I want to love what I do, or at least like it. I did not like working at the bed and breakfast I worked at most recently. Maybe it was my boss and I wouldn't mind administrative work elsewhere, but I don’t know and I don’t believe it’s a wise thing to job hop until I find something I’m okay with. When people “suggest” a job for me and I reject it, they tend to make me feel judged and like I’m being stupid and failing because I chose to think of something other than what they said. I should not have to feel that way. I love that you make suggestions when they are really suggestions, but more often than not, people offer unwarranted advice and, honestly, I've heard it probably 8 times before. People are not unique when it comes to wanting to fix people. Everyone wants to fix everyone and, with that, they ask the same questions and suggest the same things. I'm not a project to be criticized and fixed. I'm searching for what I want. If you find yourself faced with someone like me, ask them if they want you to shed light onto their path at all...if they say no. It's okay. You haven't failed them.

Also, I’m a highly sensitive person (it’s an actual term if you’d like to research it). That basically means I feel things more deeply or more intensely. Graduating, finding a job, moving into a new place, the thought of moving home, the possibility of moving away from my home in Baton Rouge….all of that is really intense for me. I am scared. I feel stuck and it’s such an overwhelming feeling sometimes the only way to escape that is to zone out and watch TV or sleep (which are depression issues). I had a big meltdown last week (and the week before) and cried for hours about how stuck and overwhelmed I feel and how I have felt for the past few months. It all rushed forward in a flood of snot and salt.

I, again, more than anything am scared. I’m not good with big changes much because I’m a control freak just as much as the next person. I’m trying to be more open-minded right now.

This is my very near and dear plan:
                At the end of October, I will move back home. I see it this way: why should I pay to look for jobs in Baton Rouge when I can save—at least not spend as much—money at home and look for jobs in Baton Rouge or wherever. During that time I will get a job at a local coffee shop around town and continue to live with y’all until I can afford my own place. (I actually looked on Craigslist just to see what was out there and I'm actually becoming excited about the possibilities of finding a job I enjoy.)

So that is my “plan.” That’s it. I talked to the family I live with and gave them the run down. The holiday time was going to be crazy anyway because I would be in and out on some weekends/holiday weeks so that family could use the guestroom.

My last day in Baton Rouge will be November 2. It's a Sunday.

I’m going through a really hard time with all of this. Like, really hard. I don't know what I want to do for the rest of my life, other than write and it's overwhelming to not know what I want to do forever. I'm not going to get paid for writing for a long time.

I just don't know where to begin with that and showing anyone my writing is a severe act of vulnerability. It's my heart on the line.

Again, I love Baton Rouge. It's such a huge part of my heart and maybe one day I'll be back forever. But forever doesn't have to be right now. I'm finally starting to let myself be happy when I'm with my friends in these last two weeks instead of sad, and I'm beginning to get excited about moving to Metairie and working in New Orleans. I've never saved money so I'm excited about that. I'm excited to be with my kitty again. And...i dont know, I'm excited about the possibility of new.

If you're in BR and want to see me before I leave, I'm unemployed, no boyfriend, no family to take care of, and no school....I'm free. Like REALLY free. So let's hang out.

So, anyway...here's to a new adventure with God. He's the one holding me together because I'm obviously not together haha.

--Maggie Mae

"How are you and Jesus? "

I haven't published anything as of late, mostly because I don't know what I want to say. But here's a good thing that happened and I wanted to share.

I was talking with a friend via Facebook the other day. We went through the pleasantries and then she asked, "How are you and Jesus? "

I generally hate this question because...well, it seems pretentious and annoying. But I pondered it for a few days. I wanted to know how I was with Jesus, so I figured I'd answer.

After 3 days or so, here is what I replied:

If i had to put our relationship on fb it would be best defined at "it's complicated". It's not in a bad way or anything...just in a I like to cheat on him a lot. In that, he's been so patient and kind in how he loves me...and oh how he loves me! ...that he's been teaching me that only he can guard my heart and every time a guy (generally) hurts me or I hurt myself in my vulnerability I shut him out along with the rest of the world. He has patiently sat outside my walls so many times and joyfully reentered when I was ready. I'm learning to keep jesus inside the walls...bc they aren't ready to turn into gates just yet. He has shown me freedom in vulnerability both the good freedom in HIS vulnerability and the bad in the "freedom" the vulnerability of sin seems to create. Basically, I make this relationship complicated bc I'm a silly little air headed girl that is only beginning to allow jesus to show her how wonderful she really is and revel in her vulnerability while he becomes her protector, lover, friend, and all the things he's ever claimed to be.

That's how jesus and I are. Ha. Any questions?

It's honest, and some might read it and be taken aback or offended because how could a christian that attends church, discipleship, lifegroups, etc allowed to feel like all is great all the time? (Sarcasm note)

Love yall,
Maggie Mae

When I see you

It's like having your fingers get slammed in a door. You want to stop it from happening, you feel the anxiety rise as you realize what's happening, what's about to occur. And then you don't know how to react. Pretend to be strong and act like it doesn't hurt? Allow the tears to spill and admit the bone deep hurt you feel?

Your heart kind of stops. Your pulse quickens and you just don't know what to do. You feel like the fingers caught in the door. You want to pull away but you're stuck. You want to give in thinking it might help the pain, but not fighting and giving in just allows the pain to blind you further to the simple solution.

Open the door.

You have no choice. Let the fingers swell. Let them bruise and ache. Kiss them to make them better.

Close the door.

Let the memory fade. Let the pain fade along with the breeze that slammed the door on the fingers. Don't be upset at the breeze, for what could it do? It was swayed by forces unknown and impossible to refuse. It had no choice, because, after all, it was just a breeze, passing through on its way to nowhere.

I Am A Broken Tea Cup

((preface: this is a vision God gave to me of myself a long while back, but only today has it developed more into words.))

I'm a broken tea cup. I have red and yellow flowers on a white background. A red trimming along the handle and lip. I am pretty from afar, eye-catching. But hold me carefully because I'm chipped and cracked. No longer can I hold full a cup of tea. It dribbles down the sides in tear-shaped droplets, small and constant until I'm empty or hold the remnants of tea leaves. You try to drink from me, but my chips cut your lips and now your blood mixes with the tea. I hold that part of you in my center as it sinks to the bottom. You put me back into the lonely cupboard. The next person comes and picks me up unaware of the odd cracks camouflaged by my flowers. He holds me close, enjoying the warmth I carry from the tea, but as he holds me the warmth of the tea begins to slowly drip through his fingers now lined with nearly invisible, yet painful, cuts. He retreats to the handle to avoid my edges, holding me from afar still able to admire my beauty. His hand grows tired and he places me back in the cupboard. The next man comes by. He sees the beautiful tea cup in my imperfection. He holds me gently by the handle while he takes his time to examine me. He doesn't return me to the dusty cupboard. He sees my dangerous nicks that would dribble the tea onto his newly pressed shirt; he sees my chipped lip that could cause him to bleed; he sees my imperfect dangers and calls them "potential." He holds me from the bottom, supporting me firmly. He finds some filler to fill in the cracks. The filler is accented in gold. He fills the cracks, I can hold tea now. No more will the tea flow from me in tears. He prepares a gold molding to fit the chip in my lip. It fits perfectly as he attaches it. I am whole again. The tea will now pour only for those that choose to drink from me. All can appreciate my beauty from my new cupboard, but still can see the scars from the drops I've endured. Small pieces of me still float about in my old cupboard and kitchen. My new gold cracks and lip piece will be reminders I was once sharp, biting, unfulfilled. When they pick me up, they will pick me up from my new owners cupboard-- a clean and pristine cupboard, one filled with other mended china, but no dust or broken pieces. When people ask of me, he will hold me from the bottom, allowing my handle to be lifted by whomever and from whomever to drink from me, but yet only by his discretion, for he holds the key to the cupboard. He holds me firmly, having invested in my weakness. I will forever reflect his gold that now glimmers in my cracks. I no longer have to feel rejected by those that did not like my edges, for when they return me to the cupboard, they return me to the hand that filled me.

#jesus

You Need to Be Okay With Being Beautiful

This is a sad (personal) story, but one that has a happy ending coming.

I've always felt like a hideous brute. Yes. This is the truth and no, I am not fishing for compliments. I grew up a self-identified tomboy and this is how I have felt from middle school on, even a little before then, if I'm honest. I can remember being in 3rd grade and having some girls make fun of my hair because I had done it myself that day. Granted it was a frizzy mess, but that type of stuff stuck with me.

Men haven't generally flocked to me. I was second choice 9 times out of 10 in high school, and no matter how much that shouldn't mean anything, it meant a lot. My self-esteem plummeted so far into the recesses of my soul that only promiscuity made me feel pretty. I became one of those "give love to get love" girls. (Clarification: I did not sleep around, but flirting and teasing can be just as promiscuous.) 

Only recently have I begun to settle into my skin and feel like a beautiful person, inside and out. Whether from friends or attention from the opposite gender or just healing in my heart, I have begun to feel beautiful and truly believe that I am.

The first time I remember seeing myself as beautiful was about three years ago on my way to a bible study when I stopped to use the restroom. I had been feeling vulnerable because the bible study was a group of "pretty" girls I wasn't close friends with, and I thought I might be a little "too much" for them, but I was determined to be myself. When I looked in the mirror, I saw myself and I sucked in my breath. I was beautiful. It was so strange. I couldn't look away from the face in the mirror because she was so foreign to me. A lovely complexion on a round face with honest and vulnerable eyes...but it didn't last. The next day I looked in the mirror again and saw the same brute I had seen for years.

Another year went by and I still did not see myself as beautiful like I had that one day. Another year and I still felt unattractive. Then, this year something seems to have changed. 

God started this process forever ago, but my stubborn self only allowed my vulnerability to shine the beginning of last summer. See, when you're vulnerable, you have no walls up. You are you and that's it. My "new year's resolution" (made on my birthday) was that I would be myself, no matter how painfully hard. I would enjoy my quirks without fear of judgement. That's when I embraced vulnerability wholeheartedly...but ended up allowing myself to become too vulnerable. I didn't allow God to guard my heart. I got hurt, and thus my cycle began again.

This year, I've been working on vulnerability still, but this time, I'm in a better place with God and learning about being set free in Christ which incorporates learning how to let Him guard my heart so I can live in freedom as well. I'm learning from my past hurts in order to avoid the future ones that so inevitably will try to trick me into falling back into my old patterns.

So....

Last week I was in a vulnerable situation with a someone (not a sketchy type thing, just honesty and vulnerability surfaced...get your minds out the gutter). We sat and talked about feelings and past hurts and all that jazz. I told him I have always been "second pick" and he couldn't understand why people would pick me second, which baffled my mind because he thought that. He seemed to see me for me. I mean, I had just played an intense game of volleyball, I'm sure he could smell my sweaty grossness in the small space that is my car and he could obviously see my oh-so-attractive drenched-in-sweat t-shirt, and yet he still said I was beautiful. He said to me,

"You are beautiful, and you need to be okay with being beautiful."

That statement hit me like a ton of bricks. Not only because I have been told I was beautiful by a man I was interested in only a handful of times and not because he had an accent, but because I wasn't expecting it. My breathing caught and I couldn't look him in the eyes, something characteristic of myself when I'm feeling intensely vulnerable. Also, he said I needed to be okay with being beautiful. I had never thought of myself as not being okay with being beautiful, just never thought I would be considered beautiful.

((Tangent/Food for Thought: Can you really know if someone is beautiful after knowing them for such a short period of time? Does that kind of initial reaction only grow as you get to know the person? Is that what 60 year plus marriages are made out of? Can you really think someone is beautiful without knowing them deeply? Does vulnerability really expose that much of you to a person that they could see your true beauty?))

When he said this to me, it was like the LORD reached down and straight plucked my heart strings to play some soft melody that stirred the most intense emotions of confusion and excitement and joy. The confusion because I heard the honesty in his voice, excitement because someone found me beautiful, and joy because what else could I feel?!  God was revealing His truth to me through this guy. It turned out to be one of the best things to ever happen to me.

He sat three feet away from me, yet it could have been 3,000 miles or 3 inches. The statement resounded in my heart like a sonic boom.

So if you are like me, and you have thought you are a hideous creature and that God somehow screwed up when He made you; that perhaps you are the "leftovers" from your older siblings and you just missed out on the looks portion of the gene pool; or you were always chosen second in high school and never asked to dances...let down your walls. Let God into your heart and into the places that are so dark that you don't even know they are there. Let God into those places. Ask Him to heal what you don't even realize is wounded because you've become numb to everything painful. Allow Him to use people in your life to show you that you ARE beautiful. Maybe you're not there yet, that's okay. Just believe that the people that tell you that you're beautiful are being honest with you, especially if they're close to you.

Ask Him to help you to be OKAY with being beautiful.

It's still a struggle for me. I'm constantly battling the thought that the guy just said that because he wanted "some." That he didn't care about me or how I felt or how I felt about myself. I didn't know him well, I still don't. Maybe a year from now if we remain friends and continue to get to know each other, I'll believe that he meant it. Maybe not. Maybe 15 more people will tell me the same thing, but I won't believe it until the 16th comes along.

Insecurity in a world of perfection is a rough thing. It's a real thing, but it can be overcome.

You and I are beautiful, and we need to be okay with it.

--Maggie Mae

((PS- When I say "beautiful" throughout this post, I mean the truest depth of attraction. What God has instilled within all of us because He makes beautiful things, and what are we other then things with skin?))

 ((also, if the a fore mentioned guy reads this, because you know who you are, yes this affected me that much, and no I'm no in love with you or anything because of it......just wanted to clarify))

My Health Update- Meet Herbalife

If you've known me for any amount of time, you know that I have been overweight my entire life. There's a lot of angst that goes with that, and frustration.

I've posted so many times about being vulnerable. About how I'm going to workout everyday and not cheat and blah blah blah. I'm going to be the image of health. The poster-child with the best before and after picture you have ever seen.

All of that has been BS. Not that I didn't mean it or want it, but I definitely didn't follow through.

I've always thought that being healthy meant being a certain weight. That my beauty would come from weightloss and once I lost the weight, I would be a happier more godly woman and all that jazz.

No. That's a bunch of BS too.

Back in September I noticed my friend post something on facebook about this stuff called "Herbalife."

She was already skinny, but when she did a personal challenge for herself, she gained lots of muscle and energy.

I messaged her about it and ordered almost immediately. I didn't lose weight. I didn't gain muscle. I didn't lose inches. I was distraught, but something kept me drinking these shakes and considering these supplements.

I realized I had energy. I realized I had focus throughout the day. My hair was healthier, my skin clearer, and my nails (yes, my nails) were stronger. I told Kelsey (the girl who started me on Herbalife) about how I felt like I could never be a coach because who would trust someone selling a nutrition program that was severely overweight? I expressed that I felt like I had no results. She asked me a few questions and deduced that I did have results. The energy and the feeling better and stronger WERE results.

It's been about 8 months, and I still haven't really lost weight. BUT I am encouraged. I still have healthier nails and hair. I still have more focus throughout the day. I have virtually NO headaches, which is a HUGE deal for me considering I would deal with at least 3 headaches a week.

I've also found out that I am insulin resistant. This doesn't mean I have diabetes, but if I don't lose weight it could become that. Basically, my body doesn't use insulin the way it's supposed to. This makes a HUGE difference when it comes to dieting. I can't eat tons of carbs because my body won't process them as energy, but rather will take 90% of them and store them as straight fat.

Last week was the first week I tried to have the weight loss program be mine for real. I drank the two shakes a day and ate healthy throughout the day. My goal is to remain consistent with this plan for the next 3 weeks. AKA 21 days to start/break a habit.

I'm ordering tonight a supplement called "Cell Activator" that helps to promote absorption of nutrients in your body..which is basically what insulin resistance prevents.

I can't wait to have results like weight loss, but for now, I'm learning my beauty doesn't come from  being a healthy weight. I'm also learning that results don't always come in the way that you want them. So, if you're having an energy crisis where you are crashing mid-day, Herbalife has an answer for that. Maybe you want your metabolism boosted without having your heart jump out of your chest, Herbalife has a supplement for that. Maybe you're a body builder and need to get ready for a competition, Herbalife has LOTS to help with that.

Basically, whatever your needs are, Herbalife can help. It's a nutrition company, not a diet plan. I'd love to answer questions from you.

I'm deciding right now to do something different about my health. I don't want another diet plan. I want to understand nutrition and learn to manage my health with other healthy things that just so happen to fit into my budget REALLY well.

Here's to results of all kinds!

--Maggie Mae