Tonight I completed the 30 Day Workout Challenge I’ve been doing. While I was disappointed to take a few days off when I got sick, I’m so proud of myself for starting it up again. It may have taken me 35 days to finish a 30 day challenge, but the point is that I finished.
It sounds cliche, but what a journey it has been.
In the past 35 days, I have gotten stronger. There are moves I had to heavily modify when I started that I can now do with no modifications. I’ve noticed my clothes fit better. I’ve felt healthier, both physically and mentally. I haven’t set foot on a scale. For the first time in a long time, I’m not nervous about what a scale would tell me. I’m still overweight and have a long way to go but I am more focused on being healthy and taking care of my body than on what the numbers would tell me.
In the past 35 days, my hubby has joined me on the journey and I’ve been so thankful for his support and accountability.
In the past 35 days, my kids have been much more encouraging and positive, because they’ve seen Anthony and I encouraging each other constantly. I can’t count how many times they have said, “You’re a super awesome rock star!” I’ve heard my son saying positive things to everyone in the family – “You’re the best mom/dad/sister ever! You are awesome! You’re doing a great job!”
Both of my kids have also been asking to exercise. They’ve been randomly breaking out into yoga moves to impress each other. Last night I started my workout after getting the kids in bed. When Noah heard it, he started crying because he didn’t want to miss out on exercising with me.
I am happy that in such a short time, my kids are learning that it’s important to take care of your body. What a challenging, sobering, and joyous thing to help me stay accountable and consistent.
In the past 35 days, I have reached a new level of commitment to myself. Even when I was discouraged, exhausted, or just simply in a bad mood, I didn’t allow myself to give up. I chose to believe in myself. I learned I can trust myself to be capable.
My only goal when starting this challenge was to begin a habit of consistency with taking care of my body through exercise. And I did it. I freaking did it.
Here’s to many more 35 day periods of growing, learning, and becoming stronger!
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Tomorrow morning my incredible friend Ashley is picking me up and we are going running.
Which would be awesome. Except I can only run for about twenty seconds at a time before I feel like my heart is going to explode and my lungs will stop working.
I am incredibly out of shape. I’ve been working hard on this. I’m currently 16 days into a 30 day workout challenge, and I’m more proud of myself than I can explain. I’m feeling much stronger, I have more muscle definition in my arms and legs, and my stamina in the workouts has improved tremendously.
But I’ve been doing this all in my air conditioned living room. With an unlimited supply of ice water. For only 15 minutes at a time. Being cheered on by my two kids who know just the right time to yell, “Good job, Mommy! You’re a super awesome rock star!”
It’s becoming a family motto. We are now saying “super awesome rock star” frequently.
Tomorrow I will be running. Outside in the Georgia heat and humidity. Will I cry? Maybe. Will I pass out? I hope not. Will I throw up? Jesus who loves me, please no.
I am nervous about tomorrow. So tonight I am reminding myself -Will I come out of it stronger? Yes. Is my body capable of more than my mind believes? Absolutely. Will I regret this in a few months when I’m able to run much longer than twenty seconds at a time? Not even a little bit.
My goal is consistency above all else. And I’m so thankful for the people in my life who are holding me accountable to take care of myself in all ways.
Here goes nothing.