So Cakes is 4 now and I have far exceeded the limit on the amount of time allotted to use “I just had a baby” as my excuse for carrying these extra pounds, shit I’ve even gotten extensions on the excuse. My problem isn’t being lazy and not going to the gym it’s that me and consistency just don’t get along. Me and consistency at the gym are like Jets vs Sharks, Bloods vs Crips, Democrats vs Republicans we ain’t friends, we ain’t nothing. Also too I’m an instant gratification kinda gal so if I don’t see a six pack within 2 weeks I’m ready to throw in the towel. “Fuck this shit” is my usual phrase of choice when I’m just done. And then don’t get me started on my gym hair. I’m not complaining about my gym hair in the vain way that you think, it’s more so I sweat like a pig in a sweatsuit under 5 blanket, mostly FROM MY HEAD! Arghhhhh! So the time it takes to untangle and dry my hair is unreal not to mention the days I just don’t feel like addressing my hair and it stays wet for days. It’s just frustrating.
I was living in my oblivious rotund bliss until as innocently and as honest as children can be Cakes started fat shaming me. Yes I’m saying fat shaming because it’s dramatic and sounds really profound right? Of course I know there is no malice behind it, it’s just one of those from the mouths of babes kind of honesty.
So a couple of weeks ago while getting dressed for school I walked past Cakes room and overheard her talking to Mr. Grumps saying look I have a belly like mommy. When I peeked in she was poking her lil flat 4 pack belly out as far as she could. Am I’m pregnant? Nope so you know what that means. Then just last week as we are leaving the house she randomly comes to me and points at my stomach and stays “baby coming”. Let’s just say Mr. Grumps had to hold me back because I will fight a kid! Even my own! Anybody can get these hands! They don’t discriminate! I’m not THAT mature!
So I went and purchased a Fitbit (which I am now totally obsessed with. AGAIN) and decided to just do it! Pun totally intended. I try to remind myself everyday when I wanna quit that it isn’t a sprint it’s a marathon and getting out to do anything is better than doing nothing and complaining. So now because I’m obsessed with getting my steps on my Fitbit (how many people do you hear say that these days lol) I find myself getting up from my desk more often to run up and down a couple steps. Taking long walks at lunch instead of ordering in. And more importantly making time to get to the gym when I tell myself I am. And I’ve noticed this past week that in addition to patting myself on the back for getting it done. I’m also releasing some stress and anxiety that I carry around from day to day that makes me wanna rip people’s head’s off and kick it down the street….I’ll work on my anger management next after I lose weight, one thing at a time people. 😂. I realize now that it all goes back to taking care and making time for myself because I’m no good to anyone else if I can’t be good to me first.
So here’s to making a truce with my arch nemesis gym consistency and putting a stop to the fat shaming and to taking better care. I would love some friends on the journey so if you’ve been feeling like me and want to get started let’s do this thang! Getting out there and moving is like 1/3, accountability is 1/3 and having support makes it a whole pie. Mmmmm pie (just kidding).
Have you started your journey? What helps you stay focused and consistent? What’s on your workout playlist? What helps you get in the zone? I’ve got questions!