I have "goal pants."

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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