I’m learning that the hardest part of my fitness journey is just showing up. People say it’s half the battle but for me, it’s the entire battle. If I can just get there, I am good. But I am the queen of finding any excuse to not go. I can talk myself out of a work out in two seconds flat. I’m too tired. It’s too much work to load the boys up and go. I can’t afford a babysitter. The boys’ napped terribly so I don’t want to make someone else deal with their crankiness. And then there is the classic I’d rather just sit here and do absolutely nothing thing. I mean, I could make a mile long list of the excuses. But that’s the thing… they are excuses. A road block on this journey to taking care of myself.
The thing I have realized lately is that now that I am a mom, it is up to me what I want to teach my kids. If I want them to eat healthy, it’s up to me to make it happen. If I want them to learn about Jesus, it’s up to me to teach them. If I want them to see what hard work looks like, it’s up to me to show them. Blake too. But you get the picture. I can’t rely on someone else to teach my kids the important things in life.
As a mom, it is so easy to neglect yourself. I was bad about this before kids, but I have gotten even worse since the boys have been around. I am a caretaker by nature. It brings me joy to care for the people I love. And I will literally run myself so ragged that I can’t even think straight taking care of everyone else BUT myself. It has to stop. I can’t keep putting my health, my mental sanity and emotional stability last. If I don’t fill my cup, I have nothing to pour out. I cannot pour from an empty cup.
So enough is enough. I’m barring it all because I know there is someone else out there that can relate. Let me guess… You are tired of feeling tired. You’re tired of not fitting in your clothes. You hate every single picture of yourself. You have zero motivation to do anything fitness related because you just need a nap. You’re still nursing and the bounce during a work out just hurts. Girl, RIGHT THERE WITH YA. But we can do this! It starts with us. The matriarchs of the family. The caretakers. We must fill our cups so we have something left to give the people we love most.
Last week, I started a six week health and fitness challenge with Metrics Fitness Lab. They are providing a meal plan for me each week and I have committed to 4 work outs per week (3 in studio and 1 on my own). I will be sharing more details soon and you can follow my progress on Instagram. For now, here are my before pictures. I can’t believe I am putting these out there for the world to see, but it’s accountability. It’s raw. It’s honest. No editing. No retouching. Just me and this bod that has done really hard and amazing things the last few years. Take a good look and say it with me….. BYE FELECIA!! The jiggle was great while it lasted, but it’s got to go.
So there you have it. It ain’t pretty, but it’s real. And I feel like there are too many mamas out there that can relate. That are right there with me, unhappy with the image starring back at you in the mirror. Here’s my encouragement to you today: just show up. Wherever your place is, show up. The results I desire won’t come easy. There is no magic formula or pill that will get me there. I must put in the hard work, be self disciplined and show up.
I’ve got a challenge for ya. Download this print and hang it somewhere that you spend a lot of time. Use it as a reminder that we have to show up. Showing up isn’t half the battle. It is the battle. But it’s always worth it. I never regret showing up.
Let’s do this friends! More to come.
Lots of love,