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Hey y’all,

First, THANK YOU so much for being patient with me during this process. I am so excited that my blog is fully up. I will be posting every Saturday at 10am CST so be sure to check that out. I will also be posting daily from my Instagram. (@kaileimontgomery)

Today we are going to be talking about three different topics: me, my cute husband and the fitness journey I recently started!

So about me:

Let’s start at the VERY beginning...I have the very best parents who have constantly pushed me everyday to be the best me I can be. I have two older sisters who have been amazing role models and a little sister who is ten years younger and two feet taller. Yes, I know I’m the middle child and everything the world says about middle children is 100% true, lol. On a serious note being the middle is actually the best because even though sometimes the attention isn’t always there, you really get the full view of your life. You get to see moments unfold. Where other people are enjoying them but you are actually watching them. Most people won’t understand that unless you are a middle child.

I was born and raised in Hartford, Kentucky. Where there is a 50/50 chance I’m related to everyone (according to my Pappy). Growing up I played soccer and cheered, and yes did tons and tons of pageants. Overall my childhood was amazing, not perfect but perfect in its own way. I was raised in church and from a very young age fell in love with Jesus. Some may think that sounds weird, but I’ve never been afraid to admit the love I have for Christ. I have a huge heart for people (just like my mom). I tend to carry people's emotions & problems. But I wouldn’t change it for the world because over the past twenty three years I’ve witnessed so many lives being changed and that is what truly makes me happy. I won’t lie though, it’s hard at times. I’ve found myself physically crying for people, emotionally stressed and sometimes way in over my head but that’s what is so great about God. He shows us that we don’t have to carry our burdens or anyone else’s because he actually wants to carry them for us.

High school and college weren’t easy for me, I struggled with figuring out who I truly wanted to be. Sometimes I think we focus on who everyone else wants us to be that we forget who we even are. I went through a couple of years where I made some bad decisions which caused me to run from God. Bad decision after bad decision left me in a place where I was broke and beat down. It was the moment in my life where I knew I had to make a decision. I was miserable and I was making everyone around me miserable. So in December of 2014 my life changed when I decided to move 400 miles away to the VERY cold Northwest Indiana. And that leads us right into our next topic…

That cute husband of mine:

Just 5 days after moving I was hanging out with two of my (NEW) friends who started showing me pictures of some random guy. His words were “he’s real funny, I think you guys will be good friends”. I was more focused on the fact that he didn't say "y’all" than I was on the pictures of the guy, so I agreed to all hang out together. A few days later we decided to all meet at the bowling alley. I remember seeing Nick (yes that’s my husband) walk into the room and instantly thinking holy crap he’s a giant (he’s an entire foot taller than me). As the night went on and we started bowling he decided to take his hoodie off, most people would think nothing of this, I looked at him and realized he had his ear pierced and tons of tattoos...did I mention I’m from the south…a VERY small town where most guys have neither of those things done. I instantly thought, "dang it I can never bring him home now because my pappy will freak (ironically they are the closest now, lol)." As the night went on we talked and got to know each other more and I realized how funny and charming he was. I knew those qualities together could be very dangerous and I told myself I was going to keep my distance. Needless to say we hung out for the next three days before going our separate ways for the holidays. (Side note: He was 100% not my type and I was not at all looking for a guy) I never had that love story moment where the guy walks into the room and instantly your heart flutters and at that moment you just know because doves are flying in the air and fireworks are exploding (I watch WAY too many romance movies), but being with Nick was different. He made me feel different than anyone ever had and it made me see things in a different way than I had before. I’m not going to lie, I tried talking myself out of liking him but I just couldn’t. Each day I realized I wanted to know this guy more. I then decided that first I needed to work on myself and figure out who I wanted to be. For a few months I really worked on my relationship with the Lord all while “just being friends” with Nick. I fell in love with him before I even decided to be his girlfriend. As cheesy as this sounds he made me feel safe and that was something I had never experienced before. By safe, I don’t mean that I knew he’d beat someone up for me if I needed him too (although he would if I asked). I mean safe in the fact that Nick had been through a lot in life and through everything he had a confidence about him. For me, that built confidence back up in myself and allowed for somebody to truly love me.

Let’s fast forward a little...we decided to go to Las Vegas for a long weekend with his dad because at the time I had a friend living there. Before going I had a feeling Nick was going to propose so I did what all girls do, I searched everywhere for the ring and got my nails done just in case. I never found the ring but I just knew in my heart he had one. Unlike most people we never went to the jewelry store to pick one out, he actually did it all on his own. Of course with the help of my very subtle hints I dropped often. I remember each night getting all dressed up, knowing he was going to ask and yet again going back to my friends with, you guessed it, NO RING. It got to the point where I called my sister so upset because we only had one more night and he still hadn’t done it. I mean didn’t he know that you're suppose to do it on the first night so you celebrate all weekend? Or maybe I was just that impatient (I’m the type of person who watches the ending to shows and movies first because I don’t t want to wait or be surprised).

The last day had finally come and we decided to go sight seeing at Hoover Dam. I knew it wasn’t going to happen here because I wasn’t even in my cute outfit (This matters to me and he knows it). It was the middle of the day and who gets engaged in the middle of the day? We decided to take a couple of pictures on one of the mountains (which he had to make me climb because I’m scared of heights). During which he started moving and I freaked out and when I looked at him to yell "stop moving!" He was in the process of getting down on one knee. I remember the feeling like it was today. My heart stopped and I thought I was going to throw up (not because he was asking me but because it was actually happening... and we were really high up). The very first words out of my mouth were, ”did you ask my dad?” Yes that’s right, my only words were "DID YOU ASK MY DAD?" Who even says that before saying 'yes' to someone? He said yes and then I quickly followed that up with "okay good, and yes I will marry you!" This was followed by all the cute Pinterest photo shoots and FaceTime moments with family and friends.

Five months after that we said, 'I do' in Florida with all our family and friends. No we weren’t pregnant or joining the army (all of which I have been asked). We just wanted to be married and again I’m not a very patient person. Now here we are almost two years into marriage just enjoying life together with no kids or pets. I’m a planner when it comes to my life and that’s not on the calendar for another couple of years. Just Nick and Kailei trying to figure out who the heck we are in this world. Everyday I find something else new about him that I didn’t know before. Not to mention, each day I’m more and more grateful that he’s apart of my life. Being married is WORK, and it requires so much sacrifice from both people... but it is so worth it. So if you are married or getting married, keep fighting for it because it’s worth it.

Lastly for today:

We’re going to talk about fitness...yayyyy!!! (says no one ever). I am by no means a fitness guru or a “hardcore hitting the gym” kind of person. Like most newly married people I gained a little weight. I got busy in life and marriage that I forgot to take care of myself. Now don’t get me wrong, I love myself and love how God created me. I just don’t love getting winded going up the stairs. So I decided to do something about it, I joined up with a personal trainer and came up with a 12 week workout & meal plan (yes before anyone jumps on my case about how it’s going to take longer than 12 weeks, I am aware. But you gotta start somewhere). I am ready to make it a lifestyle instead of just trying to be fit, although at this moment I would be totally okay with just getting fit. So if you just started a fitness journey or maybe have been thinking about it, then join up with me and we can do it together! I will keep you updated with the journey and if you have any tips and tricks I would love to hear them. (HELP A GIRL OUT) Keep a lookout on my insta for meal prep ideas, easy workouts and my favorite workout attire.

What topics will I post about in the future: Jesus, trending news, fashion, simple beauty tricks, marriage, fitness, budgeting, collabs and so much more.

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Thank you so much for stopping, and happy Easter,

XO - K