This morning’s freezing rain is hardening the earth around me like a crust.
It is converting the softness of yesterday’s snow, fresh and bright.
It wrecks the day!
This is a logical perspective making moms flip flop in their motivation.
Even in the hearts and minds a predictable crust can set back in when life’s weather changes for the worse.
You had a glimmer of freshness and hope as 2019 opened, the blanketing of newness and the ‘promise’ was felt again so you played, planned and dashed carelessly out the door to enjoy your life. But only for a time?
Before long the dripping sogginess and subsequent freeze results in a hardening all around you. Your routines and good practices fade and so goes your zest for right living.
By now you realize your best laid plans, since the first of the year, felt unique and bulletproof to YOU, something you wouldn’t let yourself down on, but you’re 11 days into it and feeling the crust encapsulating you…again.
Recognizing what is happening and how to correct it quickly can you from flip flopping and instead allows you to pivot wisely to keep all your joy and MOMentum.
A wise woman knows how to change course with creativity while holding fast to the purpose and goal whether the crust or fluff appears.
The crust does not intimidate her, but motivates her to look beyond what's easy and take up her next challenge.
There are far too many fair weather people who only go out when the going is good.
Do they also only pray when they feel like it, attend Mass when they’re already dressed well near the church or cook when they find the oven hot and the meal ingredients neatly aligned on the counter?
So why do you treat your flesh and physical education with less subjugation? It’s as if it mattered so little that the regular abuse of it through neglect was permissible…because it's something nearly everyone does?
Gals going through formation in my Intensity Course are experiencing the feelings of thriving and forward focus, their lives and routines are sustainable bringing such incredible peace. But...
They have to practice it.
You have to practice it.
I have to practice it.
You have to show up and steward your body and soul in season and out of season, so stop flip flopping!
The work must go on!
Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. Romans 5:1-5
I help women all over the country regain and maintain life in a healthy and holy manner. When you’re thinking it’s time for you to make changes and want them to finally stick and become your lifestyle then…chat with me for free.
It can happen for you too,
As a health care professional I have long been interested in health and wellness from a nutrition and exercise perspective. There was a disconnect in my own life though, and I was unable to bring together my faith, fitness and food into alignment on my own. Enter Rebecca - with her prayer-provoking insights, very thorough and well thought out program and daily individualized, personal contact. With her guidance, I was able to re-align my mindset and priorities. I have lost weight and gained a perspective that is more Christ centered. She pours her heart and soul out for the ladies she takes under her wing and it works! It has been a very worthwhile investment so that I can be healthy, strong and fit to keep up with and serve my family the way God has called me to serve. Take up this challenge. You won't be disappointed!" E.K
It’s that time of year when your Resolution Soup is on the burner again...
Can you smell it? Is it burning? Is the burner even on? How's it doing?
In reality, you and I both know the feeling of the New Year about to turn over. It means, among other things, that we will strive to set ideals out front, begin to raise our bar and bank on cute but unrealistic expectations for a few days, anyway.
Show me someone who sets out to fulfill what they think they ought to do after the feasting of Christmas and the end of another year of rigamarole and is still holding the line of renewed health, happiness and holiness into Spring? Summer? As a lifestyle? Wowza. Show me.
Most people, seriously the overwhelming majority, drop a resolution just as fast as they picked it up!!
However, usually they just lacked essential ingredients to make a soup that satiates from the beginning.
They left out ‘daily accountability’, went shy on what how much ‘realistic’ was called for and completely used the wrong combinations of ‘spices to keep it exciting and alluring.’
The Soup just wasn’t a hit after that first round of leftovers and they pitched it.
How can you change this headed into 2019?
Can you change this?
Need you change this?
YES, YES and YES!
None of us are living fully God’s ideals for our lives. We are plagued with our own frail humanity and loving the low road which we gravitate toward. Whether we want to align with only the Church’s times for renewal: Lent and Advent (two more times also if you’re Eastern Catholic) or align with the world’s timing: New Years, we frankly can use all the impetus we can get to make progress on our person.
This season of your life can be different. You know that the stewardship He is asking of you is DIFFERENT than what you’ve had going on...
When you don’t say no to certain foods: they’re a god.
When you don’t stay away from certain entertainment: it’s a god.
When you always excuse yourself from what really needs done with you: you’re a god.
And when you hide behind a false sense of your own progress: you’re limiting the real God.
It’s time to root it out, call it out and dig it up!
Coming right up, we have as the pivotal first day of this New Year the special intercession of the Mother of God on her Solemnity under that title, she to whom our whole lives should be consecrated. She cracks open the newness, the promise and the hope for all Christians beginning again Jan. 1st.
Are you wanting to join her in saying YES to God?
It’s not optional to make these needed changes.
It’s requisite for your sanctification!
Start the wheels prayerfully discerning right now about what MUST happen in your life to get to that next chapter and reach out to me if I can help you to powerfully make those changes in a lasting and transformative way.
You’re worth it! Chat with me for free here.
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The O Can’t-phons! Are you praying them?
You’ve heard of the O Antiphons and are hopefully entering more deeply into the last breaths of Advent by reverently praying and living them. They are, in fact, my favorite part of Advent. Each one draws me deeper in what it means to anticipate a holy Savior and therefore, salvation in my life.
Maybe you’re not as clear on what you and I are needing saved from?
Ourselves, of course!
Yeah, that’s the scary part because everywhere we go, there we are. We act out our worst versions of ourselfs with regularity we’d never want to admit. We get totally cozy by the fire of our lush, low road living. We decline into our default mode which should just crawl back to the Confessional.
In this case, we are oft to be found praying the O Can’t-iphons! We fall ‘pray’ to these year round...
O it’s not important to be healthy externally.
O I know that fitness is for vanity, not virtue.
O I can’t afford the help I desperately need.
O someone would loose out if I got to sweat.
O I’m not naturally or historically athletic.
O my kids and spouse are totally in the way.
O I rather like my detrimental comfort zone.
Well, let’s see if these or even more personal excuses get you where you want to go. Actually, nevermind where you want to go....Where does God want you to go in 2019? What greatness has he envisioned for YOU?
Could He possibly want you to be healthier, happier and holier?
Does he want you to have the strength to decide to homeschool, change careers, accept a new pregnancy or adapt joyfully to an empty nest?
Be real! He knows that you see people you’re not serving. He knows you’re not speaking the full truth with your flesh. He knows you have more potential that you’re hiding from!
He needs you to start showing up! It’s not optional. It’s not to be put off. Your lack of essential stamina, strength and form is not justified!
St. Amma Sycletice nails it for all of us:
“Your body is the armor, your soul is the warrior, train both and you’ll be ready for anything.”
What would a ‘desert mother’ like her know about the flesh? Answer: everything!
So, at long last with the shadows lengthening on 2018 in your life:
Quit thinking that you can fully live truth with your soul and keeping ditching your body at the deli counter!
Quit thinking you can proceed with passivity from the great commission at the end of Mass and ditch your discipline for “donut Sunday!”
Quit thinking you can put up a proper spiritual fight when you loose still every punching match with pastries!
We are either tethered to discipline or vice. These are each pretty exclusive and don’t like to share the place you make for them in life.
And, If you’re aware that heading into 2019 means you won’t make changes for yourself yet again this year, call me.
With 10 years of helping women meet and exceed their own standards in body and soul daily, I can assure you’ll never be the same.
This could be the best present to yourself wrapped up in a 45 min. conversation that you WILL benefit from, guaranteed!
We all need filled, so we don’t feel want.
We all want fullness, so we aren’t lacking.
We all lack for what truly fills us.
Are you on this circle… going round and round? Ah, hem…
St. Porphyrios says, “When people are empty of Christ, a thousand and one other things come and fill them up: jealousies, hatreds, boredom, melancholy, resentment, a world outlook, worldly pleasures. Try to fill your soul with Christ so that it’s not empty.”
Well, since [we] have none of the aforementioned issues cropping up in our lives (fah, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la), let’s keep rolling along sustained by social media, doing our retail therapy, turning to television and avoiding action.
Why go on the high road when the low road is so accommodating? Literally, it’s always there for us and it feels pretty good every single time we go down it.
Why even strive physically, spiritually, emotionally and nutritionally when the option to check out and disconnect relentlessly knocks at the door only to eagerly be let in again?
Distract, detract, deter…who might lend this spirit to you? Can you call him by name?
WAKE UP WOMAN for the Lord is nigh!
The precious babe long sought for didn’t go from the wood of the manger to the wood of the cross so you could have hot coffee, a warm house, parties with candy and a shinny new gifts.
He came so you’d know grace enough to not grumble about the long list of daily chores, not loathe another connection with an inquiring kid, not turn coldly from your husband who needs intimate bodily contact to be able to communicate in fullness with you.
His plan for YOU included a much bigger test than if you can find a website, pay a bill or hit the school drop off with just the right timing.
He looked at your flesh and said, “will she make a suitable shelter for me in this cold world?”
He looked at your mind and said, “will she grapple against this culture to understand truth?
He looked at your soul and said, “will my intimacy be shut out because of her busyness?”
He looked at your emotions and said, “if I am simple, can she also be simple and trust me?”
Ladies, we unwrap the newborn babe in the cold out of His swaddling with our avoidance of doing the hard things, the small things, the hidden and insignificant things meant entirely for our sanctification.
We live like the world, we speak like the world and desire much the same gratified life as everyone else…no wonder the world doesn’t recognize Christ much anymore!!
Does your discipline, devotion and dedication speak of a relationship the world knows not?
Does your life light up the world though it clings to darkness?
O Lord, turn us. Form us. Use us.
Catholic moms everywhere, you beating hearts of your homes, LISTEN and DO whatever He tells you!! DO NOT submit to the yoke of the world or runaway flesh for another day!
Come on bended knee and crawl towards the manger with me…for soon we will truly adore!
In Advent silence,
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Fall back in your mind to Nazareth.
See Mary there as a teenage virgin in a dusty small town of insignificance.
She goes about her day dutifully doing what’s laid before her and takes time to turn toward Almighty God regularly in adoration and devotion.
She knows nothing else.
She “knows” no one else and she is free.
You can nearly perceive her breathlessness as the mighty angel Gabriel descends and unfurls his heavenly glory before this humble maiden of lowly birth.Certainly the young woman knows God as mystical love and provider, but now she’s being provided with the full weight of the cross with her “yes.”
You and I are alike. We are both like Mary. We will never bear the Son of God, remain perpetually virgin or be rightly referenced as the Mother of God. What we can share in is that all generations could call us blessed.
You see, you have the capacity for sainthood and a much greater unity with Him then you’re choosing to live.
You have the ability to loose more of yourself and gain more of Him choice by choice.
Every time you populate your color coded calendar with more “to do” you sacrifice more of the “to be.” You literally color code and schedule Him straight out of your busy life.
So, stop it. Stop it and savor this prayer…
Father, You have bestowed on each human person the dignity of being created in Your own image and likeness — a dignity that I too often ignore in myself and in others. I’ve made a resolution to believe in this dignity and to treat my body with the care it deserves so that I may better serve You and Your Kingdom. I do not make this choice out of vanity or selfishness, but out of humility and love. I offer up my efforts today, in union with Christ’s most holy Sacrifice, for the salvation of souls and to make reparation for sin. I ask that You provide me with peace, strength, and endurance to complete this practice. I ask this in the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.
You are blessed, you daughter of the King, loved by Christ, and in your fidelity this can be from generation to generation.
Enter this Solemnity with great rejoicing. Feel the pulse of exaltation when in God’s favor as the Blessed Virgin Mary is and was.
I’d love to chat with you about how to come out of your own personal darkness and into the light this time of year. The struggle is real, yet there are really practical daily things you MUST do to remain in a state of joy, hope and peace…
That’s what this season is about after all right?
I don’t want it to be just a season with you…book a free chat with me today and let me get you rolling towards health and holiness as I have for many women before you.
My slots will quickly fill so follow this link and grab a time to begin your revolution today.
Look to The Light,
That idea…of living that life you imagined.
You dreamt it. I dreamt it. We all did.
You had a dreamy vision of being the ultimate child while growing up, that girl walking around the high school, the totally together woman accepting her first job, the new and glorious wife of Mr. Right and the energetic mom of who knows how many kids.
You even felt beyond that to include top athlete, company executive, cutesy shop owner, loyal friend, supportive sister and public servant.
You have, in fact, done a lot of the heroic, the stoic and the all-knowic.
But, you see, here you are with so many irons in the fire of life!
Can you even count them?
You think you can do it all.
You think you can be it all.
You think you can know it all.
Then you take on more and more externally. Your voyage externally is wild.
You wind yourself up every day to be on boards, in classrooms, at shops, volunteering and even home educating.
The problem then is not this problem.
It’s who you have to be to DO all of that well.
It’s what you feel when you’re alone.
It’s what you say to yourself in mirrors.
It’s the constant drain you feel your energy and enthusiasm.
It’s that nagging voice reminding you to high road it when you don’t.
It’s the body you live in that chases around pleasure and entertainment that’s fleeting.
Cause at the end of it all YOU are still there, that woman inside is the woman who stands on the outside for all to see.
The way others see it though is…
You’re the one you have to love first to love more.
You’re the one you have to serve first to serve better.
You’re the one who must be at prayer and thought first to inspire others.
You’re the one who has to learn first to really teach.
You must then take on the inside of yourself to really know yourself and show yourself.
You must be fortified to carry the weight of every day, which only has the sole interest of caving in on you.
Will you be formed?
Will you be fortified?
Will you be faithful and fit and ultimately ready for what’s ahead?
Not if you choose to stay stuck.
Not if living disjointedly is your drug.
Not if you don’t think your body and soul all speak of the same truths.
You need to be a healthy and happy mother.
You need to crawl out of your cave of sorrow and rise.
Not because you’re woman and the world needs to hear your roar, NO, but…
Because your life is hidden in Christ and even those deepest recesses deserve wholeness.
Show me a man, woman or child in your life who’d be put out by you becoming stronger, more disciplined, properly motivated, and stubbornly faithful!
SHOW ME IF YOU CAN.
I know you want more. I know He wants more of you.
Will you become a saint? Will you live the life you imagined or at least have the strength, stamina and ability to handle the less than amazing stuff landed on you for your sanctity?
“This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live.” Duet. 30:19
You get the choice today…again.
Lifting you up,
P.S. We're not here to struggle, wallow and live miserably. He had more in mind when he made you in your greatness. Please reach out if I can help you reach higher and grow more. I’d love the chance to chat with you for free. Just book me right here. I am here to serve you.
Shocking, I know, but you’ve been appointed as Mother Superior!
Well, it’s true. You fit the role and it fits YOU.
Before you go off in your thoughts and dream about all the niceties of living the sublime silence of the cloister, the perfected life rhythm of work and prayer or begin to yearn deeply for a habitat of increasing holiness like that of a convent…just sit with me in this.
You whizzed through your postulancy (upbringing).
You conformed beautifully during your simple vows (engagement).
You accepted in perfect willingness your final vows (marriage).
Then you were appointed as Mother Superior (motherhood).
Shocking to the system on a lot of levels?
Are you thinking, “say it ain’t so!”
You know those little children in your home, they’re your postulants.
They count on you for their formation, routines and discipline.
They look to you for the promises of that life lived in uprightness.
They feast at the table of your words and actions daily.
The soak in all your teachings spoken or acted out.
You are their guide.
You, their conduit.
You, their truth bearer.
You, their mother showing them God’s greatest mysteries.
Yes, you in fact, have founded a convent/monastery.
You have established an order and a rule of life.
You have set an institution in motion.
…and you will always be the Mother Superior.
The neat thing is, that you’re perfectly cast. You fulfill this role.
It’s not the role of another, it’s yours.
It’s not the work of another, it’s yours.
These aren’t the lines in someone else’s script, they’re yours.
How many moms today completely forget that there are running a small
monastery of the home?
Maybe they’d remember if we called it a MOMastery.
Are you thinking you don’t have what it takes, so how will you ever give it to them?
Are you lacking in your own formation, and feel confounded as the chaos of our culture hits your home?
Are you disjointed in your own discipline and see the kids acting out that confusion?
Are you disconnected during full and vulnerable intimacy with the personal blockages you feel?
There’s a better way. There’s a course for you full of truth. There’s a step-by-step guide to mentor you back into motion…one step at a time.
You don’t need to suffer silently.
You don’t need to hate the position your in.
You don’t need to sabotage yourself.
You don’t need to battle against the basics of life.
You need to rise, lead and thrive!
You just need rewired for your role, perfected for your performance, and re-excited for executing your responsibilities daily for yourself, your loved ones and God.
…Cause we’re all watching and waiting on you, so what are you waiting for?
Become one with your role in the bigger story, play big and gain true MOMentum toward heaven.
Every home is a MOMastery!
If your struggling and need an escape route to the better life, ring me.
If your overwhelmed and not sure how to piece things together to make sense of it, write me.
I am on the other end with the wholeness you need, packaged up and ready to deliver.
All day. Every day. For moms just like you everywhere!
This is your pivot point,
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I’ve wanted to take a hammer to mine before.
While I was hovering at 48 lbs. heavier than I’d ever been after back to back pregnancies, I wanted the fast fix and to get back to my fighting weight, my happy momming weight, in fact, any weight at which I could distinguish my normal self again from this person.
I was hoping I could swing something destructive and just knock the weight back off so I could rise from my lethargy and wallowing.
I stood fearful of the long road…
I had succumbed for a few months to focusing on what I couldn’t do. A lot of this was just a pure lie I was telling myself.
I was busy gathering evidence for my case of inactivity and felt the continual weight of it piling on top of me. It cost me my patience, confidence and vision.
I felt as if I couldn’t_________________.
Filling in this blank was what I perfected every day, putting my energy right there in that negative spin cycle.
The only true part was that I didn’t want to have an early baby (I always do by a few weeks), so early that they’d fly me out across the state to a larger hospital for delivery.
My births are also just longer than precipitous and I could imagine a mid-flight delivery or the baby crowning in the back-up option ambulance as it was flying around a tight corner on the mountainous roads headed westward.
At this time:
Had I slowed down…
Had I been more introspective…
Had I asked in prayer…
I would have concluded that I COULD DO A WHOLE LOT more that I wasn’t doing, but I didn’t focus there. Bummer.
I would have been happier, healthier and holier for it. I could have stayed so much stronger and kept up my stamina.
I just wanted a hammer in hand to beat myself quickly back into shape, but had to instead settle for the humility of a crooked crowbar, something to pry into my spaces of excuses, laziness and poor patterning board by board.
I would have to be patient and listen to each nail of my negativity loosening so my frame could be rebuilt.
The screeching sound of each loosening board exposed the beams of my heart, mind and soul. They were still there sturdy and strong, just needing covered over with sturdy new habits, able to withstand the inclement weather of life.
Slowly, inch by inch, the beauty of a much healthier body and mind took shape.
I could see clearly how to hold the actual weight of life as a wife, mother and entrepreneur. How to house and shelter those in my care because of my own built up strength and stature.
I owed it to myself to pry off all the last of the broken boards and trust in Him to make me whole again.
Maybe you need to put down the hammer you’re holding which will only add more damage to your structure. You don’t need more dings and dents. You need recovered by grace, mercy and devotion to what makes you a healthy and holy mom.
I know it’s tempting to use the tools of destruction, whether in our hand and in our minds, but the better and more refining object is the necessary prying that only a crowbar of faith and fitness can work in our lives.
Will you put down your destructive tendencies and be made whole in Him? No one can do this for you.
Choose well! Choose life!
“I came that they might have life and have it in abundance.” John 10:10
For your health:
You long to smash your entrenched addiction to sugar, corn, stress, and sleep deprivation with the hammer of some firm resolution to save you from yourself.
Forget these fantasy hammers. Pick up the crowbar. Insert the wedge:
Have 1 scoop of powdered greens with every meal. Go to bed 30 minutes earlier. Take your Rosary on a walk every day.
Stop grandstanding with your impotent sledge and rip out just one board.
No matter how fortified your prison, no matter how deep driven the nails, nothing can long withstand the continuous wrenching of the wedge.
Nail by nail, board by board, you will be free.
I would be so honored to hold your hammer and hand you a simple crowbar to refashion your lifestyle. There isn’t any space in you this won’t impact for the better. I do this for women all the time! If you’re ready and willing, give me a shout and we’ll talk on a value packed FREE Coaching Chat right here.
Prayer inside leads to action outside,
P.S. Thanks for your patience with me in waiting for this writing. I was experiencing severe nausea early in this my 7th pregnancy. Nothing of worth was coming to my mind, and further to the page, as I lay in the fetal position trying to survive. That's the truth. The brutal honest truth!
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!