When was the last time you set time aside to take care of yourself? Last year, month, or week? Yesterday? Being a full time mommy of a toddler, a part time working mom and a pastor’s wife, I’ve frequently uttered softly the words, “What about ME?”
Those of you who follow have read about the ways our souls are restored. As a Christian, I know my Savior is the only one who can give me true, restoring rest for my weary soul.
I also know that as a woman that seeks to serve others, I easily fall into believing a lie that I am being selfish in the few moments I’ve allotted to care for myself.
Yes, as a new mommy, I’ve had to be creative and intentional about how I spent time alone. I have to communicate with my husband ways I need help and I’ve had to get up early to go to the gym or out for coffee on a Saturday morning.
So, you see there are sacrifices involved.
However, my husband and daughter would agree that momma is so much happier and focused when this time is allotted.
I missed throw back Thursday, so here’s a shout out to what I like to call “Sentimental Saturday”
This was me, two summers ago.
I weighed in at 140 lbs in this photo. Two months post-pregnancy, at which point I weighed in at 170 pounds. (My pre-pregnancy weight was 115). Ouch.
I am smiling in this photo, but I hated that it was being taken. HATED in every sense of the word.
I hated the fact that I was in a swimming suit to begin with and as I passed a mirror later that day, I burst into tears wondering if I would ever feel confident in my body again.
Over the next month and year, I diligently ran and lifted weights every chance I got. (It helps to have a supportive husband who gets giddy about teaching people how to lift.)
But as fall rolled around, there were still clothes I considered tossing because I was losing hope that my body would ever be the same. I tried a few diets specifically promising to help me lose “that last couple of inches” and found that I had NO ENERGY to continue. (They clearly weren’t designed for the momma of a toddler). I started praying that God would guide me to the right resources because I was at a complete loss for what to do.
In October, a friend who had a baby around Afton’s age approached me and asked if I would like to join her fitness challenge group. I had seen her drop her baby weight quickly and had been wondering what her secret was. I was delighted that she was willing to share it with me and eagerly asked more questions. In November, I joined her and was able to lose the last 7 pounds of weight I was aiming toward without feeling like I was sacrificing energy.
I actually had more energy than I’ve had since pregnancy and I developed a deep desire to share with other mommas who wonder if their bodies will ever be the same.
I constantly had friends asking me what I was doing, and since most people in my church didn’t really know me prior to pregnancy, they were really confused 😉
I needed to write this post today for two reasons:
#1, This blog is about documenting God’s faithfulness in my life, and losing baby weight is one of the ways God has shown me favor. The glory belongs to Him!
#2, It wasn’t easy.
I don’t care how quickly you think it went or how high my metabolism “must” be (it’s not), I worked hard and I wouldn’t have been able to finish without the help of a girl friend, who instead of quietly rejoicing in her own victories, took it upon herself to reach out and encourage me toward the same goal. Friendship like that is a gift.
#3, I love food.
And that’s ok, God gave us food, yummy food, that we can enjoy….but I need on-going accountability because-back to the fast metabolism thing-turns out, it’s slow as molasses. (Somethings don’t go back to normal I guess). I also need accountability to love and honor God above my love for food.
Just being honest here! Sometimes when I break it down, turns out this is a problem!
For reason #3, I’m reaching out.
Winter is the hardest time to be healthy.
When it gets dark early and it’s too cold to be active outside, all I want to do is curl up with a snack, a blanket and Gilmore Girls, but I know by the time spring rolls around and I want to wear one of those cute arm-bearing sundresses I’ve packed away, I’m going to regret the sedentary life-style I’ve grown accustom to.
I’m taking names to sign up for challenge groups and no matter where you live, you’re invited to participate.
Contact me for more information.