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,
Rebecca Dussault


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 
I scoffed. 
 
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
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Live your goals! Wear the jeans! Praise the Lord!
 
From the top drawer,
 
Rebecca  Dussault
 
 
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!
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My this and your this may be different or nearly the same.  

No one else is making me do this, but myself.
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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.

Mommas:
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.
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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 am. 

No more.

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!

Rebecca Dussault 
Mother of 5, 
Olympian
World Champion
Motivational Speaker

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So you desire "the good life.”

If only you could buckle down, get organized, make more time for yourself, have obedient children and a nanny to make some meals and help clean the house; all these never ending task and responsibilities assaulting you…
THEN you'd have it made. It would be so much easier to be holy. THEN you could get out the door and exercise, go for a run, ride your bike, lift weights without anyone underfoot. You’d head to a full holy hour, manage a daily rosary and pray without distraction. You know, that real life stuff... the life you had and enjoyed before marriage and kids, that life of freedom.

But deep down you know: the "good life" is not where it’s at. It’s not your calling.
As a mom, you are made for sacrificing yourself for your family.

No matter how much you wish otherwise, no matter how numbing and fright, you are called to serve amongst your domestic church.

The culture wants you to believe the best of life is to put your feet up, indulge more, work less and take in another Netflix movie.

But our grandmothers and the saints didn't live this way. They certainly didn’t lay down their lives so you could grow fat on the couch with cookies, candy and soft drinks.

They fought wars of destruction so you could fight a war of creation. The war of creating strength and stamina to keep your families safely on the road to eternal life. The act of creating an atmosphere where you are thriving and living in love.

I am not speaking of literal wars (though we must always face that possibility): I'm talking about engaging all your projects with the directness, courage, and intensity of a warrior.

The early desert mother St. Amma Sycletica said, “The body is your armor, the soul is your warrior. Train them both and you’ll be ready for anything.”

You may still believe you can side-step the fight for that real life and yet, somehow arrive there by grace. No.
But like it or not, you are made for waging war, the war inside you and outside you to keep your baptismal garments unstained or frequently re-washed.

Denial of that fact leads not to peace, but to uselessness.
In refusing to engage an outside enemy, you become your own enemy, your life force drained by internal conflict, doubt, and double-mindedness. When you refuse the war without, you unleash the war within.

Turn and face the enemy. Choose to fight for life in Christ for you and your household and start swinging!
While others deny their nature today, you will choose the fullness of your feminine will, intellect and heart and create in greatness.

Choose your war and walk into it, with the blood of Christ on your lips and His sacred flesh in your mouth.
Today other women will cower and fade, but you will RISE!

Choose the life that makes your heart pound, your hands shake and your belly flutter! You were made for this war and this life!

If you’ve not been feeling the will to fight and need a super boost of motivation, call me for a FREE Coaching Chat by scheduling at http://www.fitcatholicmom.com/talk.html

I’d love to spend some time getting you clear and confident going forward.

Moms who allow themselves truthful evaluation and new direction are winning the war with correct nutrition, bulletproof mindsets, consistent fun exercise and immersion in a deeper prayer life. These are sustainable when you let a world-class athlete and coach kick your kabooty into gear, but you gotta want it! 
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Blessings, Rebecca Dussault 

You aren't just a mom.
You're a Catholic mom with a family and a mission!

Here's why that distinction matters:

Maybe you thought married life was a promised land, your vocation, your purpose and God’s will for your life; a blissful state, wherein once married, you'd collapse into the arms of an all-loving, all-sustaining man, carried along in the heaven of procreation and child-bearing...

That once you entered the paradise of marriage and family life, the need for seeking and striving and straining and proving would at last be behind you...
That you could slip gracefully into the rest and reprieve of being a "family."

As you now know, that is a lie. Not completely though. After all, the fruits of family life are the building blocks of society.

The "family is not the problem, it's the culture that has robbed you of your full potential within your family. Hopefully, you still have the flame, even if it’s just a flicker.

Family life demands MORE sacrifice and strength, not less. It demands fitness of both body and soul. It demands all the grace available to you through the sacraments.

Anyone who calls married life an “easy life” has never entered into it.

In fact, when you get married you are laying your life on the line for another, that being your spouse and your children.

When you marry, you don't "settle down." You settle in, for the long haul: it's where you sweat, bleed, teach and scold, love and laugh, trying to become holy in the midst of everyday world-weaving, with your creations in tow.

In short, family life isn't some mountain to be conquered, race to be won; some suspended state; some hall-pass that lets you opt out of the agonies and ecstasies of the motherly life. As a Catholic mom, you are called to the high road. To pick up your cross… and RUN with it!

It's a fitting and beautiful burden; a mantle; a forcing-function of the highest order that draws more vision and power and brilliance and greatness than any unattached life ever could.

Get that fundamental mindset wrong, and married life will feel like a constant catastrophe, the supposed fruits of family life perpetually evading you.

Again: you aren't just a mom. You aren’t some separate, cloistered category of woman. No, your vocation is wife and mother!

So quit the myth of the well-adjusted, happily-sequestered mom.

Drop all pretense of arrival.

You're just getting started.

Heed finally, your own importance within your family. They are counting on you!

Resurrect your long-lost mom strength. Yes, you have it and it probably needs some coaching to bring it back!

So, put a new plan in place to become once again that fit Catholic mom with clarity, action and vigor in her step.

No more excuses.
Today! Right now! It’s time! Because if you don’t, the consequences are dire.

I’m here to help you if you've tried before and fallen, if you are unsure of the path forward, if you are feeling broken and burdened with life, then it’s time for some help.

That’s where I come in to love and serve moms back on their feet, to find their groove and set new routines in motion.

I offer a free coaching chat to those who are serious and committed to making a change, so click the link below and pick a time that works for you and we’ll chat for 30-45 minutes. It’s free and you’ll come away from our time together enriched and with much more clarity for moving forward.

Schedule a call here. http://www.fitcatholicmom.com/talk.html

God Bless,

Coach Rebecca Dussault

Greetings to you on this Holy Thursday,

Let’s talk about the joy of being a fit catholic mom.
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Maybe it's been a while since you felt it. Maybe you started off with great zest, joy in your heart, spending time with the Lord in a quiet holy hour or out on a winding trail run where there was time to reflect, push your body and elevate your soul. You felt strong and life was beautiful!

You were not stressed out. You ventured forth with your children at ease...each nerve seemingly alive with passion for your health, happiness and holiness and being that creative active mom made you tick.
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Do you remember that?

But now, the all-consuming daily task of raising saints and the workload surrounding it has left you pretty weary. You’re a little shell-shocked and wondering why you're so run down, why you have gained weight, why you don’t make time to exercise or pray. The task of getting out the door with the kids seems impossible, you eat with emotions and feel a deep dissatisfaction….where did you go wrong?

When you lose your zeal for life’s true goodness, it’s the beginning of the end. Things crumble, bit by bit...until one day you look in the mirror and the dream you had just isn't there anymore.
These verses of Proverbs 31 help set the tone for a good reflection on how we as moms should set about our lives in a joyful stewardship of our body and soul.
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She sets about her work vigorously;
    her arms are strong for her tasks.
She is clothed with strength and dignity;
    she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom,
    and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the affairs of her household
    and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
    her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things,
    but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
    but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

Good news is, there is a cure…

There is a way back up for YOU. If you’re wondering where that route is for you personally, I’d love to show you. Being a fit Catholic mom is rather simple…and so full of joy. 

Hang tight and I’ll get to that when I write again soon. Until then, pray about where you’re at. Are you living your calling, letting yourself be healed and loving your family…and yourself? 

May the graces of this Holy Thursday and the True Presence of Our Lord in the Eucharist be enough for you for now…

Enter in,
Rebecca Dussault

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I know you've all heard "Happy Wife, Happy Life," and while this saying holds water, I know there is a deeper component to making this a reality. Is a woman truly happy if she looks in the mirror with self-hatred? Is she without chains if she never has time away from house, spouse and kids? Is she living intentionally if she's melting away her sorrows resorting to emotional eating again...and again?
Here's the Come to Jesus moment! We need the Holy Spirit to get our rear in gear! Truly! As St. Paul exhorts us to "glorify God with our bodies" so should we do. Are you?

 All women keep up conversation. Unfortunately, the internal one often sounds something like this:
·       I'm ashamed of my body.
·       I have no time for who I am.
·       I'm a disappointment to others.
·       My jealousy grips me.
·       Everyone knows what's best for me, but me.
I believe woman need a new internal conversation!

She needs a reason to hope...
Maybe she will get hungry enough to find help. Most cannot do these things alone as even coaches need coaches. There needs someone to break down the process and increase the outcomes.
·       You will be happier.
·       You will be healthier.
·       You will be holier. 
It's going to sting on the way up, but less and less as you show up...
“I am not the strongest, the biggest, the fastest. I am the most consistent, persistent, resilient. I will not give up.”
Success trains while failure complains.
 
BREAK A NEW TRAIL!​

 No one can do the work for you, but someone can help you find the easiest route to success! You will have a happier home if you take care of yourself. Your vocation as wife and mother depends deeply upon it...
 
Ever upward to a life of more authentic joy,
Rebecca Dussault
 
P.S. Welcome to each and everyone of you new subscribers out there. There have been so many lately and I am very grateful for that. Please don't think twice about forwarding this on to a friend who needs a new internal conversation and a little help on the way up Fit Catholic Mom- style. 
All for the glory of God!!

​Rebecca