She used to be someone.
Her dreams and hopes defined her, whether unafraid to tell classmates she loved the color green, how she shamelessly ate black (or green) olives from all ten finger tips regularly or that she wanted to fly F-17’s in the air force.
She didn’t need anyone to tell her that life looked any different at a later stage.
She grew up thinking that if she just stayed the course and followed the high road in education, athletics and family and her faith life that she’d be well insulated against possible crushing realities and later insecurities.
She worked hard to protect the bubble-like lifestyle her young mind and heart created around her.
She let people in that she liked and found a way to wiggle away from anyone she didn’t. The friend pool ran deep and she was well liked and even revered.
School, school and more school full of it’s cuts to the heart and words of affirmation.
Also there was marriage, which happens to the best of them.
She, too, married.
From on top of the world the new couple took to life. What would stop them as they ascended the heights literally?
They could scarcely afford coming together, but that didn’t stop them from almost purchasing the $1,500.00 vacuum cleaner the next week from the Kirby Vacuum Man.
Oh, my… financially tragedy avoided. It doesn’t mean they didn’t think long and hard about it.
Life bumped and rolled along and she found herself growing bumps, baby bumps with joy and elation at the promise of each swelling abdomen.
With each stretch mark she remembered that perhaps she was just mortal afterall.
She was just like other ordinary moms.
She was stretched thin.
She was tired. She wasn’t as stable and dream driven as she once had been.
She caved to the less than ideal practice of just getting through each day.
He face’s sullen expression wondered why the severing of her show worthy past and her plainer than day present?
How did she become disconnected from the heart driven hero she used to be?
Was THIS all there was?
She began to escape this reality by living the virtual reality of others.
For as many shows as she watched she never became “Ten Years Younger,” never had a the money for a “Home Makeover,” and definitely couldn’t afford to ditch the kids and star on the “Travel Channel” sipping wine in a foreign destination as a couple, despite her bursting past passports.
She endlessly watched the innovative fun workouts women would do in their latest cute and abnormally revealing outfits.
For as many workouts as she watched and the number of ideas she collected, she never got trimmer arms, a flatter stomach or tight high glutes.
Nope, she watched others get those.
She found herself medicating a spirit of hopelessness. She found herself wishing she could be anything but what she was. She even so much as disconnected from her dignity.
Coasting was her curse.
She wasn’t’ throttling toward her earthly or heavenly goals.
But, eventually she changed.
She learned again to aim straight and shoot.
She learned to get focused and move forward daily.
She learned that life is one grand uphill and you have to be strong enough for whatever you’re asked to carry because you usually get to choose.
She is no longer self-deflating, but self-enhancing. Why? She reached out.
She took the lessons from and the hand of another who showed her how much greatness she was made for.
Now, she truly lives.
Is this about me? Yes.
Is this about me? No
The real question is, is it about YOU?
Choose life and choose it abundantly (John 10:10)
In His grip,
P.S. If you haven’t found the hand to hold, the voice which can speak into you or the mentorship for mothering in greatness, please give a holler and let me help you. I’d love to help you figure out the integration of faith and fitness so you can truly thrive! Today? Yes, today! Book a free chat and consultation with Coach Rebecca right here.
I have these pants. They are a certain pair that has been with me on a long road.
These pants were given to me shortly after I gave birth to my 5thbaby and I was told they were my “goal pants.”
I held them up in front of my body which was 48 lbs. heavier than normal and
Why would I need goal pants?
Shouldn’t we have just stopped right there and celebrate that my body had created not 1, nor 2, nor 3 humans, but 4 to this point! I had 4 fully healthy amazing unique individuals, which my body had formed never stopped forming with miraculous calculations for 9 months straight?
Why on earth was I being presented mauve skinny jeans as my “goal pants?”
The well-meaning gift giver had never even carried one baby and so the sting went deeper watching her 108 lb. body there next to my post-partum pooch.
Let me tell you how far I buried them away. I could have cared less to think I had to bounce right back only to be poured into those things, then or ever.
Well, a long time goes by and I nurse with such sacrificial dedication, I exercise for the pleasure with consistency and I tamed my desire to eat without measured intention.
Low and behold, eventually the jeans not only fit, but also I look good in them.
I couldn’t have made it to that goal, another’s or mine, if I didn’t have a lot of joy on the journey.
Making my life’s schedule reflect time to be in the presence of God and maintain a healthy self-image, telling myself the story God knows about me, was an important aspect.
Setting myself up for success by reaching out to friends and family to help myself get physically back to form was another necessary piece.
I leveraged those who would workout with me as well as those who could keep kids or make trades of time and talent so I could have this space.
Lastly, I didn’t do one minute of obsessing over it, but rather put systems in place that allowed for continual change and improvement.
It’d be unnatural for a mother open to life to get overly attached to how she looks. As soon as I get my flattest stomach it swells with life again.
Pure bliss!...with more hard work to follow.
One day it’ll be all flat stomach (ha, ha…must keep striving) and the undying desire to carry life.
For now, joy on the journeyand a real reflection of the ordered beauty and graces to be firstly faithful and prudently fit at any stage or age.
I am on board.
It’s time to realize your potential!
You, too, can have some “goal jeans” shirts or what have you and fit into them by following a systematized approach to mastering your cravings, following a tailored for the busy mom of many daily routine for your fitness, and smothering it all in the awesome perspective we maintain as conscientious Catholic moms
Live your goals! Wear the jeans! Praise the Lord!
From the top drawer,
P.S. Something I have found super helpful is to wear clothes which actually fit yoru current shape or weight. This isn’t so you just stay comfortable with where you’re at, but you minimize the emotional and mental damage you might otherwise do to yourself when you see things popping, flopping and squishing into various unattractive forms.
Dress your best. Ready yourself for success! Put on your power suit of prayer and go raise saints!
Reach out to me if this is lost on you and you just want to have your hope restored and a plan to follow daily in: faith, fitness and food. That’s what I do!
My this and your this may be different or nearly the same.
No one else is making me do this, but myself.
Today’s this is sitting down and writing, stripping away my other more loveable priorities, tasks and agendas to reach to a crowd…the mommas in the audience.
Would you please stand if you procrastinate.
Would you please stand if you live in fear.
Would you please stand if you don’t feel worthy.
Would you please stand if you’re without a life rudder.
Would you please stand if you need to divorce a false story about yourself.
Stand and stay standing.
I am making myself do this post because it’s the hard thing I don’t want to do. I want to do what comes easy, just like so many of you.
For me, it doesn’t come natural to sit or to write. It doesn’t come easy to separate myself off from my kids in my bedroom/office and have to say I’m working to the little people in my life who don’t understand. I am not a writer. I am inconsistent at posting, blogging, videoing and generally communicating to the masses. I sometimes lack things to say. I get frequently interrupted…are you sick of my excuses yet?
I want to be reaching you much more often! I want to inspire the most healthy and holy crowd around, but I can’t do that without cutting away at my own resistance to things I don’t love.
Well, here it is. My raw. My real. My life.
I’d so much rather be keeping my perfectly tiddy house, leading a rosary walk, going on a long road bike, swinging in my hammock reading Lift Up Your Heart or St. Hildegard Sister of Wisdom, but I’m not. I’m here with YOU.
What do you struggle to do? What’s that thing you’re not doing that you ought to be? I mean the legacy level work in your life, not the toothbrush scrubbing of the backside of every faucet in the house…cause they’ll never notice anyway.
I am saying today that I am recommitted to my CORE. I want every day to reflect my Commitment of Real Extension. I want to go beyond where it’s all comfort based and lead with my CORE.
At the core of this mission to move forward will be doing daily what doesn’t come easy, and doing it firstI mean it. That’s what extending yourself consists of. Lots of it!
You have to see that first before you bury it, and each day will try its best to do that.
From the CORE of who I am and desire to be, to the core of who you need to be, let’s roll!
“Engage your core” is something I have long preached in my 40 some odd full-length workout videos. Core, core, core. I preach it only second to the Gospel.
Well, I am reengaging!
Will you reengage and do that hard thing too to move yourself forward daily? Together in prayer and purpose we’ll rise as wives, mothers and mentors to a hurting world.
Keep fit, stay faithful!
Mother of 5,
P.S. If what you can't seem to make yourself do involves food, faith or fitness then definitely reach out to me. That, and a lot of accountably are what I specialize in!! Book a quick free chat with me at www.fitcatholicmom.com/talk
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