"Well damn, your cup runeth over."

It really freakin' did.

A friend of mine uttered these words as we landed in the hospital this week with my monks. Which actually made me laugh, because its so (hilariously/frustratingly/devastatingly) accurate.

As many of you know, the challenge to get my mini to grow beyond mini-hood has been a part of our story since well, pretty much the very beginning.

(Which is endlessly ironic considering the endless projection of her being a gorilla baby from the jump.)

Maybe they jinxed me.

Regardless, we're here now, nearly 6 months later, with unfortunately not much to show from our efforts to make her gorilla dreams a reality.

With reasons still unknown and her continued, proven inability to get the calories and nutrition she needs for that baby brain to grow with her, its becoming increasingly likely that she will require a permanent tube for feedings until she can crush that food on her own.

Sigh. Know that tears are streaming down my face right now as I type those words.

That said, its time for me to press pause with

BASE Method online.

We've come so far. Together. And as I've said countless times before, I would never have a brand, a program, a community, a culture, ... none of it, if it hadn't been for you.

It's funny to look back to where we started.

Completely shitty audio, terrible mics, weird camera angles, zoom failure after zoom failure...

My rinky dink website that I attempted to build myself. The challenge of trying to coordinate scheduling, memberships, bookings...

The 8261018 times I literally wanted to throw my computer out.the.freakin.window. for being unable to provide the at-home workout experience I wanted to.

And yet, look at us now.

Far from perfect, we've still managed, together, to navigate all the challenges to build

a consistent, fitness routine to rock each and every dang week.

Now that is pretty damn awesome.

I also managed to score some of the best online trainers around.

Who elevated this brand and program to a whole new level. One I never could have realized, or have made it this far, without them.

Like a broken record, my gratitude for this experience is one I won't ever forget.

Nor do I believe this journey is over.

What I do need, however, is to press pause for a bit as I care for my monkey. She and I are headed down a new road together and its one that I believe will take a lot of my cup (and that I'll somehow need to refill

in the meantime, errr....)

Grab a spot live and rock those recordings for me while we stay hospital bound for the next little bit. We both know you're in fab hands with Myra & Heather closing us out.

Members! Check your inbox in the next couple of days for more information concerning the pause on your membership and when our final classes will run.

And lastly,...

as Myra recently relayed to me, lets just think of this as 'an intermission'.

One where we grab a beer and some popcorn and come back more ready than ever to rock our BASE.

In sweaty gratitude, always,

-B xo

Raise your hand if you like meatloaf.

Me?

I can't stand it.

Oh wait, to be clear, the singer?

I loooveee him.

This week I got super sick. Head cold. Tore through our family. Throw in another rough doctor appointment for the monkey, with even more potentially heavy news, and my body literally turned into a giant, boogery white flag that was waving high in the air.

My husband offered to make me meatloaf.

I wanted to take that meatloaf and shove it in his butt.

Unfortunately, I had a similar reaction just now when I put on a pair of bike shorts and he asked me if I was going to work out.

Work out? Umm... I'm dying over here and he's asking about gym and dinner plans.

He means well, of course, and I'm a fire-breathing dragon right now who will likely turn his face to ash later on for, hell I don't know, asking me to pass the butter.

So what's a dragoness to do?

Channel, channel, channel that rage. Channel that cray. Channel that beast for forces of good.

This isn't always easy, of course. And depending on how dry my cup is (which these past few days, has literally crumbled into dust), I don't always feel capable to do anything other than spit lava.

What do you do when you're hanging on by that thread? Now don't tell me you're one of those people who then knits a sweater...

Man, I envy you if you are.

For me, often the only way back to the light is through movement.

Just straight up moving.my.body any way I can.

The last few days were brutal because down and out, movement was out the window unless it involved writhing in my bed.

Now coming out of the dark, I cannot wait to even just take a walk to remind myself that I'm really not that much of an a-hole.

(well, I mean, hopefully I'm not)

Stress, sickness, a combo of them both, can cause anyone to lose it some,... even you, my sweater-knitting champion.

Movement, however, serves as a powerful antidote to us all, in pretty much every way you can imagine.

And movement together?

Now we're talking a seriously effective drug.

Join us for that high this week.

Fingers crossed I won't have burned my house down and I'll have my dining room still intact to rock your BASE.

In sweaty gratitude, always,

-B xo

Here's to you, my BASE laborers.

Ahh yes. Labor Day!

Here's to the deserved and continual recognition of every single one of you who work hard to

keep this country running.

In every way.

And this crew?

Here's to you!

Talk about labor...

Each week you all show me just how much you w.o.r.k.

Over the years, I've trained for, with, and alongside so many of you.

I've witnessed the dedication,

the motivation,

the struggle,

the challenge,

the drive,

the confidence,

the doubt,

the joy,

the fear,

and both the belief and disbelief that anything is possible for your body.

Fitness is a funny game, where the rules are always changing and the way in which you "win" is always up for debate.

For me, creating BASE was my attempt to play the game a bit differently.

Sure, I want to make you work, make you stronger, make you sweat.

But most importantly, I've always wanted you to feel some straight damn joy as you go.

Have we shared all that and more in this BASE community?

Hell-freakin'-yeah.

So with that, in recognition of YOU, let's do some laboring on Labor Day.

You know, the good kind.

Where you work and I pay you sweaty happiness in return.

See you tomorrow, this week, and hopefully, always.

In sweaty gratitude, always,

-B xo