Boy, this stay at home mom stuff is no joke! I have been struggling the last month to maintain a specific schedule between working at home, being a mom, keeping the house clean, and all other duties that come along. However, it is summer and I know that it can be much crazier than other times of the year so at this point I’m just rolling with the punches. I know in my last blog post I was going to GUARANTEE that I stuck with it and made sure to post daily – well of course as you can see that hasn’t happened, so here I am getting back on the horse so to speak.
Today I wanted to talk a little about weight loss (or lack thereof). Unfortunately for me, this is not a post that I wanted to write, nor is it a topic that I wanted to admit. As a fitness consultant and group instructor, I will ALWAYS tell anyone I come in contact with that summer is the HARDEST time to focus on losing weight because there are always things around that will entice you to fall off the horse or eat (or drink) a bad meal. I am no exception to this rule. I hate to be admitting this, but I have to be a real person right? Since summer started, I have gained a little over 10 pounds (insert collective “ugh” here). I have no one to blame but myself. I make excuses not to work out more than 2 or 3 days a week (at a very minimal intensity), I eat and drink everything in sight and not good choices either. All the while I am supporting others and motivating people and watching their successes, I’m wallowing in my own self-pity party. Summer is supposed to be the time where we feel confident to show our physique off to the world and let the sunshine soak in and replenish our bodies’ with vitamin D. For me, it has been nothing but a pout and cry every time I’ve put on a swimsuit and even deeper emotional problems when I attempt to wear clothes that I bought in April and May and can no longer button them.
My hardest moment was last week. My sister-in-law got married a few days ago and of course I waited until the last minute to find a dress that I liked and wanted to wear. I pulled 6 dresses out of my closet and as I called my husband in to come and attempt to zip the first one, I knew that the outlook wasn’t going to be good. One by one, I sucked, he pulled and there was absolutely no way I was going to get them on my body. Even a dress that I wore LAST summer, I thought was for sure the winner would not budge. I threw them all in a heap in my closet and laid on the bed and cried. I finally grabbed a dress that I knew would hide everything and I didn’t have to worry about fitting into. After the wedding I posted a picture of myself with my family at the reception, I ended up cropping out specific areas when I showed people because I couldn’t stand how huge I looked. I couldn’t bear to show anyone the entire photo. After I cropped my kids out so that only my husband and I from the neck up were shown, I cried again.
That was the final straw; I decided to stand up for myself and quit making my own excuses!
Today I began P90X with my challenge group. My husband laughs because I have an entire workout library and only 1 program has ever been completely finished to a T. That my friends, is the reason that I cannot stay consistent, I do not stick it out long enough for things to LAST and I mean truly last and show an improvement. “they” always say it takes at least 12 weeks for others to notice a difference right? I could not tell you the last time I made it 12 weeks of an entire workout program. Knowing that I have my challenge group along with me in this, keeps me motivated and positive moving forward that I know that I can do this.
Life isn’t about focusing on what other people think or see of you, it’s about knowing deep down within yourself that you have created a goal and you’re going to kick some serious ass along the way to get there. So that’s what I’m doing, kicking my own ass and not going to allow myself to make poor decisions that are holding me back from what I want. That’s it world – as Tony Horton would say – Bring IT!