At one point or another (or a million), everyone makes some sort of excuse or justification for why they can't stick to a plan. “Too tired.” “No food prepped.” “In a rush.” “Have an appointment.” The list is endless!
Fast forward to days like today, when your toddler is sick—throwing up, unable to sleep, helpless, and just miserable. THIS is where those prepared meals come in handy. Cold food = second nature. Step 1: Franticly pull Tupperware from cooler or fridge. Step 2: Shovel down throat while driving screaming child to doctor. (Using fingers because forgot silverware. Washing down with gallon of water.)
And gym who? Days like today, my only option is breaking a speedy sweat outside of her room while she sleeps. (I can’t go far with her sick, upset, and waking so often.) Jump rope and bands, check. Minute 2 of band work: My poor baby is crying from what I would imagine is the world’s most painful earache. Minutes 3 through 16: I snuggle the little one to sleep. Minutes 17 through 19: Baby pump in my shoulders. Minute 20: Baby screaming in the bedroom. It's hard. But somehow, you can (you will, you must) find a way. This is the best paragraph I've read in a while:
You're right. It is easier to eat pizza then to run on the treadmill. It's easier to turn to ice cream rather than people for supporters. It's easier to say 'f*** it, I give up' than to say 'f*** this, I can do it'. So you know what? I'm not going to sit here and tell you day after day you can do this. If you don't believe you can, then you can't. That's the honest truth. You need to do this for you. And if you don't want it enough, then you sure as hell won't achieve it. So take the easy way out and remain unhealthy and continue to gain weight because you can't realize you are the only one hurting yourself. I didn't say it would be easy. I said it would be worth it.
Amen. No one said it would be easy. And sometimes it just isn’t feasible. Yes, things happen that are out of your control but there will ALWAYS be something. So, if you make excuses for every “something,” you will never, ever get there. I refuse to continue this cycle as a mother. I’ve been stuck there—full of excuses—for the last five years, and I don’t enjoy traveling that sad, lonely road. I'm tired of the excuses. Of the somethings. No more. I will find a way. My daughter’s health will always come first, but my own is equally as important. I will find ways to stay on track because I'm tired of the excuses. And I'm raising a woman who won't let excuses rule her. Aren't you?
In one of the next few blogs I'll write about food prep to help with those who may need an example. Stay tuned!!