10 months and 14 days ago my mind was fixated on 2 major life goals.
Keeping Sophie alive. Check.
Hitting my pre-preggo weight by 9.5 months. Check.
The former goal proved to be a lot easier than the second one.
Despite months of gruelingly self-masochistic workouts and an OCD level of commitment to nutrition, reaching goal #2 has proven to be slightly anticlimactic. The day I realized I hit it, I celebrated with a naked happy dance around the scale for about 10 seconds and quickly made the next fitness goals for the next 2 months. And for the first time in my life, the new goals aren't because I am unhappy with my body. My new goals are because I feel so damn strong and fit that I feel like there's no stopping me from a physical standpoint. That is so mentally freeing. I love feeling the agility and endurance that a lighter body buys me. I love that shopping is fun again. I love that I am not always trying to stand or sit in a way that makes me look thinner. I just am. And that is KILLER!!! I would love to write more right now but my pint-sized trainer just woke from her afternoon siesta....
More on the new goals latah!
-jl
1 comment:
Congratulations!!! You wear yourself so well - you look happy, healthy, strong, and so beautiful!
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