I have a major weakness, always have. I am seriously embarrassed to admit this. I have been blessed with good genes and eat somewhat healthy, but if I am being honest, I intensely suck at exercising. I have always gone through times throughout my life where I will be pretty good. Before I had the triplets I remember going to the gym and running at least 4 miles on the treadmill at a time. Now, if, and that is a big if, I run a mile, I want to cry my eyes out. When it comes to working out, I am extremely weak minded. I feel like I am revealing my soul at an AA meeting. “Hi, my name is Savanna and I have an exercise problem.” Time to actually admit that I have a problem.
Maybe I haven’t found my love and maybe I dread the monotony of a boring run, but I really don’t want to be this way forever. I know I would feel a lot better if I just put forth effort to take care of myself. I know I would be a better mom and frankly, I want my kids to see me as an example of this.
To solve this, I have decided that I need a mid year overhaul. I am so nervous about this, because I haven’t dedicated myself to really taking care of myself since Hayes was in the hospital. I guess I lean toward the easy way and getting by has always just been the easy way. But I owe it to myself and especially to my children to really love my body. It is a miracle that has given me the gift of 6 perfect babies…3 all at once.
So, my goal is to overhaul myself for the entire month of July. We don’t have anymore road trips planned…not sure if we will for a very, VERY long time, but I digress. Basically, I am giving myself 30 days to see how I feel, completely taking care of my body. I am going to start with a short term goal that will help me not be overwhelmed. Hopefully that is enough time to get rid of some bad habits I have developed over the past year. Starting on July 1st, it is time for no more excuses. I crave feeling good. I have no doubts it would help me fight the sadness that sometimes threatens to take over. Hayes will get me through. Maybe he can be that little tap on my shoulder telling me to get the heck out of bed or put the freaking junk food down. Why wouldn’t he?! He loves me! He is the perfect example of fighting through rough times. I need to be more HayesTough!
Please tell me I am not the only person to experience this rut! Has anyone out there been here where I am and overcome? What are your success stories? Please shed some light on this for me and who is with me?!