The 20's were tough, being married young was hard, we grew up a lot together. We loved hard and fought hard. My husband and I both were in college at the start of our marriage, he was pursuing his master's, I was pursuing my bachelor's. We were both trying to start careers. It was hard to support each other, when we were simply trying to survive ourselves. We didn't make the best choices when it came to our marriage. We didn't communicate well, we didn't value each other (or at least express that). He knew how to press my buttons, and I knew how to freak out. We had a rough learning curve. Plus, we added a couple babies to the mix, while still in school, like crazy people. We moved three times, and had job changes. We were young and ignorant, we never slept enough or had any money. Writing this paragraph has me laughing and wanting to cry at the same time. I don't know what we were thinking, maybe we weren't. But we made it out, and we made it out together.
Then come the 30's and with it comes figuring out how you want to do life. What is really important? What and who do you want to invest in? How do you want to raise your family? What beliefs about God and life and relationships are really yours, and not following a tradition, for the sake of tradition? What inspires you? What friendships bless your soul and what ones constantly bleed negativity? Who do you want to be and how do you want to impact your world? It gets deep in the 30's. Life doesn't seem endless, you transition into a different Freudian stage,
I want a big life. Not large and flamboyant, (the Kardashians already have that taken anyways) but, big in terms of realness. Real relationships, real food, real experiences, real impact, real depth, real forgiveness. I don't want to live a life fulfilling perceived expectations, I want to live a life that matters, to God, to my family, to myself, and to anyone I encounter.
During my last pregnancy, I was sick, like hugging the toilet bowl for months sick, wishing time away sick, it was brutal. When I finally pulled out of that at 5 months, I was diagnosed with polydramnios at 5-6 months which made my uterus measure and my body feel 37 weeks pregnant for the following 4 months. My body hurt, and I wondered if I would ever feel like myself again. But, after Ruby was born, slowly I began to invest in myself. I don't think you impact others the way you desire when you are not happy or satisfied with yourself. Don't get me wrong I think you can definitely make an impact no matter where you are in your journey but when you are satisfied in your soul it is different. I realized I was worth investing in. Sometimes, moms and certain types of individuals/personalities especially, just have that mentality of selflessness. Selflessness is beautiful, it truly is. But it doesn't mean I need to eat my daughter's leftovers for dinner, which has totally happened more times than I dare admit. It doesn't mean that I shouldn't take time to make my body and mind stronger. You can't pour from an empty jug.
I guess that is what brought me to Beachbody. I strongly dislike that name by the way, it seems vain, like the product builds an image, when instead the goal is to promote a healthy and strong, body and mind with the support and accountability of genuinely encouraging individuals. But stepping off of that soapbox, I am really happy to be part of a company that values, health, nutrition, and fitness, that wants to see an end to obesity. I am happy to be part of peoples stories. I am happy to be able to have the opportunity. The 30's are freeing.
I would love to hear from you on your health and fitness goals. Where are you now? Where do you want to be? Can I help you get there? Please reach out if you have any questions.
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