I played soccer competitively through high school and stayed active through college.
But after having three boys I gained weight. I didn't worry about it too much.
Except I felt fat. And weak.
Mom took a picture of me holding Henry. I don't look happy. And my middle is big. Every time I see this picture I inwardly cringe.
I feel like every picture I see of Mom with one of us, she is beaming, smiling, beautiful.
I want to be like that. I want my kids to see a smiling happy Momma. Not a Mom who is looking at the ground while holding them, a slight scowl her face.
That was the picture that made me pause and decide that I was going to change.
My fitness journey started not only with a desire to look better, but to feel happier. To enjoy the moment I am in. Part of living life to the fullest for me, includes moving and living and enjoying. Fitness and loosing weight wasn't about achieving a size or a pounds lost sign. It was about finding the inner competitive confident soccer player self that I missed so much from high school.
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