So, here I am, I
haven’t written in years. Yes, I have
wanted to, but I just wasn’t’ in the mindset.
Will I be consistent now?
Probably not. Will I write when I
am inspired? I hope so!
I have been working hard at being more healthy and fit after
the birth of my 4th baby. I
wouldn’t say it’s excrutiating, but I am making the time, I am putting in the
effort and some weeks are awesome, and some weeks are less than awesome. Lack of sleep, activities, and general life
can make it difficult for me to fit in time for me. That is what my life is, and I have come to
realize that I don’t have all the time in the world to work out. So I have to
make do with what I got. And I make it a
priority in my life. I do this foremost
for me. Then I do it so my children see
a great example of what being active and healthy look like.
We talk often about nutrition, food, good choices. We don’t often talk about exercise. They are
kids, they get exercise, they run, jump
play and are in activites. It is just
done. Food is different, kids are in school, they have parties, they have
hot dog day, they have grandparents, they have treats bombarded at them all the
time. This is why I try not to be the
one to give it to them. They get it from
so many places I don’t’ need to be the one that enforces it even more. Don’t get me wrong, they get treats from
me. We have it in the house on occasion,
but for the most part, I like to keep my cabinets clean. AND if it were in the house, my will power
would give in and probably eat it anyway!
So, her is something
that is bothering me. I have had 2
recent experiences with women in my life who are commenting on my body. One was a few women standing back eyeing me
up and down and commenting They weren’t
trying to be mean, they actually came up to me after and were trying to give
compliments. I say trying because I
felt very uncomfortable. I was being ogled,
by other moms. I was being judged and scrutinized.
I said thank you and probably made a comment
about working hard. I didn’t get the vibe that anyone wanted to really know
what I was doing.
The next was a Mom ‘ how are you so skinny?’ (I’ll let you
know how I feel about that word in a minute)
and before I could even whisper the words ‘I work hard’ I had another friend say “oh, its her trainer’ Yes, I have a trainer, yes I LOVE her to bits, and YES I wouldn’t be
where I am now without her. I see her
once a week for 1 hour. That is less
than 1% of the week. But what she does
for my mind contributes to how I spend the other 99% of the week. Yes, Krista teaches me
techniques, skills, thoughts and boosts my confidence. I have an instructor that I confide my
difficulties in, my feelings of self doubt and my successes. But it’s ME that has to deal with each and
every one of those things. It is ME that
despite being my own busy, I do physical activity, I prepare the nutritious
meals, it’s ME that has set up a plan that will help me succeed. It is ME that has to coordinate my own
children, my own business, and my own home in order. I don’t always get to work out alone without
kids, sometimes it a stroller, sometime another one is counting my reps,
sometimes I am working out next to Paw Patrol.
I make it work. ME. ME ME.
I am beginning to resent the word skinny. I use to want to be skinny, until I realized
many years ago that there is a fat skinny.
A skinny where one may look good, but they can’t climb a flight of
stairs. They might not be able to run,
and they may not be able to lift weights if their life depended on it. I am NOT skinny, I am healthy, I am slim, I
am strong, I am building muscle. I am not skinny.
I hope that on your journey of health that you get to claim
your successes. You deserve to say the words ‘I
work hard!’