my wellness mantra

Do your squats, eat your vegetables, wear red lipstick, and don't let boys be mean to you. Xo, LisaPriceInc.


I love food.

I love food and hate running so much that I’ve gained a major percentage of all the weight I worked hard on shedding last year.

I didn’t gain because my diet wasn’t working. I gained because I didn’t continue working through my diet.

I’ve heard a lot of scorn over New Years Resolutions this year and I am sadly shocked. I’m all over being a hipster and going against the grain – but, come on, peopleThere isn’t at least one thing you can admit to yourself that you need to do a better job of keeping yourself accountable for this year? In this particular instance, all these ‘new year, new me’ quotes are there for a reason, even if they’re repetitive. One person can make the decision to change at any point in the year – but there’s something about marking the entire year by those  decisions.

Newsflash: you will fail your resolutions. But that doesn’t make them bad things or make you a bad person. We will either (1) need to readjust our expectations for ourselves or (2) jump back up on the saddle and try again.

Number four out of eleven on my ‘general resolve’ list for 2015 is to begin the journey of losing weight again. Not because I hate how I look or want to wear a bikini this summer (someone slap me upside the head if I ever even try one of those things on, let alone use my hard-earned money on them). But because in my first day of hypothetical dieting yesterday, and today, my official day of logging-everything-that-enters-my mouth – I feel good. (I feel good and within a few months when I go to visit one of my many doctors I’ve collected over the past twelve months, I won’t be embarrassed to step on their scale.) Believing I look better is just one thing in the list of reasons I need to go back to 1200 calories a day. (Along with being able to once again breath in my skinny jeans & the motivation of buying smaller running shorts & v-necks this summer.) Okay. So maybe it’s a huge reason that I stay motivated. But in the meantime I am just as much enjoying how easier it will be to run up all three staircases in my household without panting once I reach the top.

Here are the tips and activities that I plan on keeping myself fueled this year, and especially these crucial months of winter when all I want is cheeseburgers and pasta plastered with creamy sauces. (Have I mentioned that I love food?)


I love dancing. Am I good? Not really, but it has been my main source of getting healthier. We have a Zumba class several times a week at our local wellness center and this week I will finally pick up my attendance. However, I started today by doing Zumba at home. Below are the few, straight-forward guidelines I set up for myself when doing Zumba at home:

It doesn’t have to be long. Ten minutes of moving is better than none.

Do squats through every rapping or duet part of any song you are dancing to.

No one is watching, hallelujah! Take advantage of that and shake it off a little harder than usual.

You can do this. Repeat that to yourself repeatedly. Working out alone is the worst. You’ll need your mind on your side.

More fun workouts:

grey's anatomy workout.

Keeping it new and fresh helps while you’re picking yourself up. I plan on doing workouts precisely like the one above to keep this exciting as it can be. I will continually be looking for new ways to exercise on those days I’m just not feeling it. Shout-out to all of my Pinterest followers – this means I will be annoyingly and consistently pinning fitness things once again. Sorry not sorry. 😉

Reality exercising:

Also known as, the exercise that you don’t enjoy. For me, that will be running. I detest running, but ironically enough, it’s the one exercise I feel most accomplished during and afterwards. Because it is such a challenge for me, finishing a simple mile gives me bucket loads of motivation. I plan on surviving through this exercise with excessive amounts of Maroon Five.

Last, but not least:

When spring comes, I will pull out #mymintyride and begin riding the streets on my bike as much as humanly possible.

I pray that the Lord would give you strength as you enter into this new year! I don’t know what you have committed to, or what you are avoiding committing to, but if it’s in His will for this season of your life He will give you His strength to carry you through.

Do your squats, eat your vegetables, wear red lipstick, and don’t let boys be mean to you. I’m pretty excited about kicking off my renewed fitness journey with those words, for more reasons that one…

P.S. Disclaimer for everyone that might possibly run into me at the grocery store checking out pizza rolls or macaroni and cheese: do not lost heart. I haven’t let myself go so soon. My doctor told me to indulge responsibly one day a week, every week. I’m just following her orders. 😉 I won’t be perfect at my plan. I will have cheat days. I will have days I reluctantly literally and figuratively shake it off. But, what matters is how I pick myself up afterwards. Remember that.

welcome to 1999.

welcome, mi amigos!

I was born in Ottumwa, Iowa on February 8, 1999.

I was reborn in Christ in Pulaski, Iowa on November 3, 2006.

I’ve been blogging for over three and a half years, but lately there’s been a desire itching under my skin. I’m going to let my girl Taylor Swift describe to you this new era of my writing career from her foreword to her album 1989.

In the world we live in, much is said about when we are born and when we die. Our birthday is celebrated every year to commemorate the very instant we came into the world, and a funeral is held to mark the day we leave it. But lately I’ve been wondering…what can be said of all the moments in between our birth and our death? The moments when we are reborn…..I know people can change because it happens to me little by little every day. Everyday I wake up as someone slightly new. Isn’t it wild and intriguing and beautiful to think that every day we are new? For the last few years, I’ve woken up every day not wanting, but needing to write a new style of music. I needed to change the way I told my stories and the way they sounded…… This is a story about coming into your own, and as a result…coming alive.

Consider this my controversial genre change. I’m willing to sacrifice something that was good for something better. I’m willing to let go of something precious, for something even more sacred – because it is real.

I pray that this is a place you come to take a deep breath. This is for you – the person longing for life to be in black and white when it’s not. Most of life is lived in grey – the unknown, the anticipation, the grieving. But we find all of our life when we have the humility to bend our knees. Jesus is coming again to make everything sad and ugly come untrue.

Together we will live through many messy buns, hard days, and countless cups of coffee. Together we will see the grace of God as we ponder being born again and growing up in this world of grey. This is a place where we will live together discussing everything between mostly daily musings or gifts and few philosophical insights. All the while, our hearts will sing in unison, “Hosanna!” until He comes to take all of us living under the law of His unchanging grace home.