Riding the Struggle Bus into 2018
YOU. GUYS. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! It is my most sincere hope that 2018 finds you extraordinarily happy, tenaciously hopeful and ridiculously healthy!
2018 has entered my life in the middle of an interesting season… Exhaustion. Pure, utter, unadulterated exhaustion. Mentally, physically, emotionally and even a little spiritually exhausted. This whole living life exhausted thing is new for me and to be totes honest, I don’t like it. This past month I have taken a pause and have done A LOT of thinking. While I am not one to get into the “New Year, New Me” thing, this year it hit me that maybe that’s EXACTLY what I need. Not getting into the new years resolution fad over the years has allowed me to stay ridiculously comfy and play a small-ish game that I can’t really lose. Both of these things my perfectionist nature loves… HOWEVER… I am done with that thinking.
It’s about to get all “New Year, New Me” up in here so if you’re not ready for that you should stop reading… don’t say I didn’t warn you.
For some time now I have been contemplating the difference between being comfortable with the skin I’m in and being a raging fat-ass. I feel like lately I am equal parts of both. While some of you may see this as horrendous self-talk, I can assure you it’s not. I use the term fat-ass in an endearing and loving way. What I have come to terms with is that I have become a comfortable-in-the-skin-I’m-in-fat-ass… therein lies the problem. Putting all my ego and vanity aside, it’s not a healthy place for me to be. Not emotionally, not spiritually, not mentally and certainly not physically. While I know the truths of this to the very squishy gut of my soul, I also know that I love food… and by food I mean anything that’s not a lean protein or vegetable. If junk food were a person, I would have the biggest crush. Problem is, junk food is like the guy that all your friends think you should stay away from but you just keep going back to it because, well, it’s delicious.
All of this thinking about this comfortable fat-assness has led me to the conclusion that something has to change. While this change is something I have vowed to have happen every single Sunday night since BabyB’s debut on the planet, here we are, 14+ months post-baby and well… ahem. That jiggle is still in my middle and that junk is still in my trunk.
The ugly truth is that I am hovering 1-2 lbs above my pre-baby weight. This alone doesn’t sound so bad, right? Except thanks to fertility drugs and emotional eating, 1-2 lbs above my pre-baby weight also happens to be the weight of a small human. My 5’2″ frame is riding the Struggle Bus straight to OhShitsVille and if I don’t do something seriously soon it’s not going to be good.
I know what you are thinking right about now, why the blog post about this?
We have got work to do. By “we” I mean I… and I need some accountability partners. Left to my own devices, I will pick laziness and gluttony 100% of the time. Accountability partners are a powerful thing.
Do you have any goals for 2018? (They don’t have to be physique centered, they can be anything!)
Do you want to join me in reaching those goals?
Do you want to become stronger than your strongest excuse?
I’m not striving for perfection, just progress sprinkled with a ton of grace.
I left a lot in 2017 that’s not coming with me in 2018.
People (Byeeeeeee Felicia).
Baggage (ugh, it was sooo heavy).
Thoughts (gotta get that mind right).
Ideas (woke AF).
I would love to have you partner with me on this adventure through the Facebook Group I created… a 2018 Challenge to Change. I would love to go on this journey with you- to help each other, to empower each other, to share our stories and to be accountable.
If you are inspired, or maybe just a little curious, join us here:
This year it’s time to write a new story. Time to shoot for the moon. Time to thrive.