Being Happy With Me
Seven years ago, I was heading to a wedding. it was one of my first few big outings after having my daughter. I bought a new dress, I mustered up the energy, after a sleepless night, to do my hair and makeup. I was feeling pretty good. Here is a picture of me at that time:
When we arrived at the wedding, my first interaction with another guest was the following:
Woman - Hi there! I remember you from the wedding shower! How are you?
Me - Great thanks. Nice to see you. How are you?
Woman - Good! So when is your baby due?
Me - *pause* (feeling my face get red) - I just had her 3 months ago.
Woman - Really? I didn't think you had the baby yet.
Me - Yep, she's a good baby.
At that point someone witnessing the conversation cut in to change the subject.
I felt awful. I started to question whether I was working hard enough to get my baby weight off. Then I remembered, I had a baby.... 3 months ago.... and a rough birth at that. So I decided not to be so hard on myself. I would be happy with where I was.
Now, 7 years later... I'm no longer happy with where I am. I often struggle to motivate myself to take control of my health, even though much of the work I have done previously related to motivating others to live healthy lifestyles.
I have always been good at coming up with excuses: I have a busy job that often involves long hours, sometimes involving evenings and weekends; I am a part-time MBA student; I have a daughter who is busy with her own activities which often involves me. Don't get me wrong... I have free time, but my free time is limited. And I often feel tired so I spent those free hours in front of the computer or television.
Last night, I asked my daughter if she wanted to have a dance party with me. I put on some dance aerobics videos and did them while my daughter did her own dancing. I did a full hour of heart pumping exercise. That may not sound like a big accomplishment, but for me it was. I felt good afterwards. Tired and sweaty, but good.
I want to ride that feeling. I hope to hang on to that feeling and continue on a good path... for me, for my health, and for my family.
I don't need a gym membership, a personal trainer, or even time out of the house by myself in order to exercise. It can happen in my home, when I would usually watch tv.
So what's the point in me sharing this information? Because I know many have been in the same situation I have been. I want to say to those people.... I've been there... I am there.... you are not alone.
Having a workout buddy is a great thing to have... someone to say "hey, want to get out for a walk"? But sometimes, schedules get in the way. I have a few walking buddies, but in addition, I put a little reminder on my phone to remind me to try to get some activity every day.
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