Southern Mrs Fit


Make Your Skin Glow

What if I told you that I could make you less bloated, rev up your metabolism, slow aging, balance your PH levels, clear your skin, make your skin literally glow… supple, Oh annnnd did I mention that all the gorgeous celebs are doing it. If it’s good for the gander, it’s good for the geese. (btw thats such a weiiird saying)



But, lemme clarify, okayyy! This isn’t just any water or the sassy water that Dr. Oz swears you’ll lose 1000lbs, just by drinking. (uhhh yeah right) Start your morning, every morning, with a glass of hot water and then pour about 2T of Apple Cider Vinegar, cut a third of a lemon, squeeze, and throw that bad boy in and let it steep for about 2 minutes… Bottoms up baby.


Make sure that you buy ORGANIC, unpasteurized, and with the mother. You can find it at Whole Foods, some local grocery stores, but always on Amazon.


I have never been known to have “pretty skin”. I had acne, it wasn’t like a pizza face… but there were a few mount everest and pepperonis that would make an appearance. I’ve been drinking my ACV water everyday for about a month and I swear I saw a difference in my face by day 3, not to mention all the other things that happened – I’ll fill ya in later. When my sister came to visit the first thing she said was “OMG your face looks so pretty it’s GLOWING”, my mom noticed how “even my skin complexion looked”, and my husband said “your skin is so shiny, like its glowing”.


Me with zero MU
{used my iPhone}


 The proof is in the puddin’ people… 

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              Ello J-Lo, Miranda, and Kelly (OMHeavens… her arms!!!!) all three bare it all and start each morning with ACV! Don’t skimp out on your water the rest of the day, remember, drink HALF your body weight to stay hydrated.



I’ll be telling you more about the AMAZING benefits of ACV tomorrow, til then DRINK UP



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Change wigs me the heck out. Change gets my panties in a bunch. I know that change is inevitable, inescapable, and unpredictable. Change is death. Change is the birth of something new. Change is waving goodbye and saying hello. Everything on our wonderfully created planet goes through change. Change can be instant. Change can take a bit. Change is growth. Change is HARD, sometimes real hard. Change is a disruption in routine. 

Change is losing weight, gaining weight, squatting til’ you get a J-Lo bootayy, getting a new job, bringing home a bundle of sleepless but totally worth it nights, getting married, breaking up, a friendship, going to college, being an empty nester,or getting a terrible haircut and having to rock a mullet the first week of middle school. Yup, that happened.

I’ve never understood when people say “this person will never change” or “people don’t change”, but yet that same person will talk about how much they, themselves, have.. wait for it…. changed. I mean who, honestly, wants to stay in a stagnant state of sameness. 

A couple things I’ve learned that may help you:

Just like the 12 steppers have taught us, ACCEPT it. That doesn’t mean that you are supposed to be emotionless, it’s the opposite, it’s taking time to mourn and acknowledge what used to be and where you are in the present NOW.. Whether its was a friendship that has grown apart, you lost 150 pounds, said some pretty thoughtless things to someone you love, lied, or tried on every pair of pants and none of them come close to zipping (even with spanks and laying on the bed),  we make decisions some smart and some that deserve a real swift kick in the butt. 

Quit making excuses for your baggage. We’ve all changed, we’ve all been hurt by change, and healed by change. Not a thing on this earth is immune to it. If you use second rate excuses and familiar words to describe yourself you’ve got avoidance issues and haven’t accepted it… and now is probably a good time to go read the previous paragraph a couple more times… 

That old friend that things just kind of fell apart with, don’t James Bond it to the next aisle in the grocery store and hope she doesn’t see you, speak, love on her, and then go your separate ways. You lost a ton of weight…Appreciate all the blood, sweat, and tears along the way. But, you found the weight-turn your “I’m so fat” to “I’m going to make smarter decisions today, but dang I still look good”. Spoken words bring things to life… So speak easy. You snapped at your mom and said something you shouldn’t have, then start with these 3 magic words “I’m sorry for….” 

There is no time machine (HELLO 2002 and gawd awful mullet) we can’t go back and we can’t stay the same 18 year old Summer, thank God cause she wasn’t who I want to be. Life takes us on a magical journey that gives us the choice to change, experiences to change us without realizing it until later, and sometimes forces us to change immediately. It’s okay to just throw your hands up and say I don’t know what the heck I’m doing and I’m going to start fully trusting in The Great I Am to take care of me. 

I encourage you to think about how amazing you are tonight. Not how I used to inhale all the brownie batter and wasted pre-heating the oven, or I used to could fit into a size 0, or how I could cut someone with my tongue, or how I could run a mile without stopping, or how I cheated on my 10th grade history test… Embrace you in your YOU RIGHT NOW and stop with the self sabotage and think about how smart you are, how you can walk into a room and make everyone laugh, how you’re kind.. How you are all these things no matter the size of shirt you wear, what the scale says, what people say about the you they USED to know, all the things that money can’t buy.. Those, those are things we should aim to change, change to be more like our Father. 


Food for thought, 



Being told You’re Fat at 8

I’ve always been “big boned”, bless my heart. I’ve always had baby fat, yes even at 20. I’ve always had a big ole sweet tooth and started carb smashing at the age of two. When I run through my rolodex of childhood memories.. I think of my little, no, tiny house on Holt Dr. I think of “ice skating” thru the house with my baby sis and Mama… We’d dump buckets of soapy water on the old hardwoods, tie dish sponges to our feet with string, and dance the day away… All while Alanis Morissette would be the playing in the background. I think of Summer being happy and being….Enough.

It wasn’t until third grade that my size, my freckles, my gap teeth, frizzy hair, and the way I looked,would start to make me question my enoughness (Yeah, I just made that word up… I do that a lot).  I’ll never forget in Mrs. Brown’s class when Edward Holliday called me fat. FAT?? at 8? He yelled it in front of the entire class and they all laughed. That little girl inside still cringes and wants to burst into tears. That was the first day I knew I wasn’t as beautiful as my family had always said. That was the first day I knew I wasn’t as cool as I thought. That day I learned those freckles weren’t kisses from the sun. I learned that I was fat, my gap, and curly hair were not attractive. My little soul was crushed. I wanted weightloss pills, I wanted braces, I wanted to straighten my hair.. I wanted to fix everything that made me…Me. I was never taught fat/thin, black/white, curly/straight, tall/short was more or less wondrously created by our Father. I was taught that everyone is beautiful. 

When I was 5 I knew a kind sweet soul named Rachel, my friend, who would play barbies, play school, and would laugh the day away with me… Fast forward 14 years, My family and I went to Long Horns for dinner and we saw their family. I quickly asked my mom where Rachel was and she pointed to this grown woman who spoke like that sweet 5 year old I remembered and said Summer, that’s Rachel. My heart ached, why? I learned that Rachel, one of my best childhood friends, was mentally retarded….and always had been. It goes to show that children accept everyone, they don’t dislike people because they dont fit a mold that we create. 

Sorry, I’m ADHD so, sometimes ,I may go a little off topic.. Bare with me. 

From that day forward I had that constant “you’re not good enough” nag in the back of my head. I was a teenage girl… We all know how catty and mean we can be. Im sure I said hurtful things to people and vice versa. I would watch what I ate and never lost any weight but slowly started to accept the fact that I was meant to be big. Some people are born with bigger bones I would tell myself, some of us aren’t able to be skinny. I never thought healthy, my mind always jumped straight to skinny. 

When I moved to Richmond with my fiancé, my now husband, I didn’t know a soul. I joined a gym and went there while he was to work. I started to lose weight… Slowly but surely it was coming off. I quickly became obsessed with how small can I get? When my family would come and visit they would say how worried they were about me that I was too thin. When I looked in the mirror, I honestly still, saw that 188 pound girl staring back. There was a huge disconnect from what I saw and reality. People who havent grown up being big dont understand… I think its a whole nother ball game when you’re smaller and you gain weight, but being big from day 1 is totally different. 

I’ll be going more into “my story” early next week, but I’m going to leave you with this:  Before you start a self bashing shit show when you put on your next dress, look in the mirror, or talk about someone ask yourself … Would I say that to a little girl?


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Strawberry Protein Smoothie

Who doesn’t love a quick meal- That taste like a dessert? That’s under 250 calories? AND has 18g of protein? ImageWhatcha need:
1 scoop Vanilla Protein Powder {roughly 100 cals}
1/2 tsp vanilla
1/2 C strawberries
1/2 banana {frozen or raw}
1 C unsweetened almond milk

Blend, sip, and enjoy!



No Better Howdy than Pie

Last week I was struttin’ my stuff in shorts, fast forward to today, I’m bundled up in a jacket and even busted out the boots? Ain’t nobody got time fo’ dat. Cold, rainy, gloomy days make me want to do a few things…Lay in bed and watch Gypsy Sisters, not take a shower, eat warm sweet stuff, and eat some more. Sounds darn perfect, right? So I decided to make a pie- an Apple Pie.

IMG_2640This isn’t your ordinary, store bought crust, too sweet, too hard, over baked pie… This is the Oh Heavens gimme another piece, I think I’m gonna bust a button, Win a prize pie! BUT GET THIS… IT WEIGHS IN AT A WHOPPING 252 cals! Hollaaa!

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Skinny Apple Pie:

4 medium apples, peeled and sliced
1 medium jicama, peeled and shredded
1/4 cup sugar or Truvia
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 teaspoon nutmeg
1 tablespoon lemon juice


2 cups whole-wheat pastry flour {I used GF All Purpose Flour, tsp Baking Soda}
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
3 teaspoons baking powder

1. Preheat oven to 425 F.
2. Combine the apples, jicama, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg and lemon juice in a medium bowl. Mix well to coat the fruit and put aside until crust is ready.
3. To make the crust, combine the pastry flour and baking powder in a medium bowl. Cut in butter until mixture is soft and crumbly. Add water until mixture forms a ball.
4. Divide in half and shape into a ball. Roll dough on a floured surface. Line pie plate with half the dough.
5. Fill pie plate with the apple mixture.
6. Cover with the second crust. Cut slits in the top and brush with egg whites if desired.
7. Bake for 20-25 minutes. Reduce heat to 325 F and continue to bake for another 30-40 minutes or until the apples are soft.

Nutty Facts: 252 Cals, 5g protein

Most my recipes won’t have nearly that many calories, but ehhh you’ve got to live a little right?  Whats your favorite pie recipes? Send em on over.