Do you ever have one of those glorious moments when all the stars align and not only do you have this insane boost of motivation but the sense that your health goals are at your fingertips?
Then………….the phone rings, your baby cries, or the light turns green and someone honks.
POP! Perfect motivation bubble has been annihilated and you move on with your normal life with all the intentions in the world to get back to making those things happen for yourself.
Do not get me wrong, big life changes are challenging for everyone. Whether you are single, married, mother, father, working, school….the list goes on.
My particular situation spawns from almost a fairytale setting in which we get to adopt three beautiful children after being without kiddos for 7 years. Although these sweethearts are amazing gifts I will never feel worthy of, it has complicated things.
Here is a little background information. We fostered a little one before our forever three moved in. I had recently been diagnosed with Hashimoto’s thyroiditis and had extra weight to get off that was gained during a stint with a broken bone. I was making it happen! I hated logging my food but I made it a part of my routine. I love to run, so I had that baby out in a jogging stroller. I hiked a well loved and hated a summit trail with that very jogging stroller and baby in tow. Then I kept getting more and more into my fitness groove.
Before I knew it I lost 42 pounds and in perfect time for a cruise. It was not fast but at a steady maintainable speed. Then eight months ago on my husband’s 30th birthday our forever son moved in. He was one at that time. Shortly after, our daughter who had lived in the same foster home as our son moved in. She was 4.
Our kid numbers were up to three in the house. I quickly obtained a double jogging stroller before our son moved in. One month later, our second son was born (birth brother of our first son). So, I had two one year olds, a four year old and a newborn.
To say I put myself on the back burner is an understatement. I’m pretty sure I stuck myself on the back burner of a stove that was in an abandoned storage facility buried 100 miles underground.
Fast forward to today. Our kid numbers are just at three. Our little one we were fostering was able to be reunited with his mom and that was a happy ending that was…well, happy. As far as my weight numbers, they crept up. Way up.
But now I’m coming out of the fog of adjustment and transition and I’m ready to rock it again. However as soon as I think I have it all figured out and I get crazy pumped….I find myself pulling into my driveway and I have to utilize that back burner. Although now it’s at least in the same house.
*I am not a health or fitness professional at all. Any products or methods I use are not endorsed and I cannot speak of how they will work for anyone else. I’m just a normal person who is also a wife and mother of three kiddos with the shared life goal of many who wish to get fit and healthy. (Ps-also not an English major so if my style of writing proves displeasing…..then I bestow upon you one thousand apologies.*