This week we traveled from Xalapa to Guadalajara so Orlando could have surgery. Everything went well, thank God, but we’ve been so crazy busy since then. Orlando, Cora, Frenchie, and myself have been staying in a hotel room along with ALL of our luggage juggling rehab, hospital visits, and a toddler who doesn’t exactly grasp the concept of “Mommy’s busy taking care of Daddy because he just had surgery on his knee.” I bet you can guess what fell through the cracks. My workout plan.
With no DVD player in the hotel to do T25, I’ve been justifying my frantic running around as a workout every day. That is, until today. I finally sucked it up, found a workout on Pinterest, and put in the work. I have to say, I actually missed it. With time to think but not do cardio this week, I was able to ponder the excuses we make to not workout. We don’t have time, we don’t feel good, we ate really well today, we need to spend time with our kids. It’s so easy, and I totally did it for a full two years after having Cora. Especially justifying that I couldn’t workout because I was breastfeeding, or tired from chasing her, or she needed me to just play with her instead of stick her in a gym daycare.
But here’s the thing. I find now that I’ve started working out again, that I actually have more energy to play with her. I don’t resent spending time with her or feel like I never have any time to myself. Working out has become that time, and I don’t mind glancing in the mirror anymore to boot. That might be the most important part. When I think about my body, I often see insecurities that I can hear my mother mentioning about her own body. My butt is WAY too big. My hips are enormous. I have flabby arms. On and on it goes.
Here’s the crazy part. My mom has a body most women would kill for! She’s 6’3″, curves where they should be, and she glows with the radiance of a woman who is confident in her own skin. I want Cora to see that in me, too. And I DON’T want her to look in the mirror and think there is a SINGLE THING wrong with her body. So for her, for myself, for my mom, I’m going to keep plugging away at this working out stuff. Because even when life gets crazy, they are my reason. Not my excuse.
XO,
A
