September 26th, 2018

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,
Rebecca Dussault


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!