I had lots of excuses: “Bad knees.” “No time.” “I can’t afford the shoes…” “If I have an hour I should spend it doing something productive… like laundry.” “I have too much to do for my kids… to take that kind of time for myself.”
Yup. I had plenty of nice- good mom-excuses..
But, as I work on the “Mile in Her Shoes Project,” I realized, it’s more than excuses. I’ve been judging those “workout moms.” And thats why, I didn’t want to be one.
I kind of thought I was “holier than thou,” because I don’t have time to take care of myself. I focus on my kids, their needs, their schedules.. them. . So-that means I’m not selfish, right?
Then a couple of months ago we had that dog attack of doom. I ended up flat on my back with an injury from trying to fend off a german shepherd….The worst part is- I couldn’t really fend off that shepherd. It was pathetic. I am so out of shape I couldn’t take care of myself, my kids or pets.
Recovering gave me some time to ask myself some questions. I did not like the answers… “In the condition I am in… can I really care for my kids in the best way possible? Answer: No. I’m tired and sore and crabby over my weight. What kind of example am I living? Answer: That cake and cookies are a good stress reliever. If it’s not what I say but what I do that matters as a mom..what a I showing my kids to do? Answer: “To not take care of yourself.”
BUZZZZZ! Wrong answer.
When you combine these answers with a cholesterol level hovering over 200, my blood pressure creeping up at each doctors appointment, an ongoing struggle to manage stress and PMDD…and a family history of diabetes and heart disease (my Dad had a heart attack and bypass at 50.) … Something had to change.
It’s not selfish to want to be alive and healthy for my kids, my husband and (yes) myself. Is it?
174 miles in this pair of shoes has taught me that no, it’s not.
At first- it was HARD. I made lame mistakes by being overzealous and training too hard. I made it hurt more than it needed too. It took more time than necessary. I felt crappy. That was not so much, good for my family. but I’m learning.
Now- I’m listening to my body. I run when I feel like it and walk when I don’t. It doesn’t HURT everyday. Actually- my back feels better and things are starting to fit better. Looser- even! (Although- I’m refusing to weigh myself because I don’t want this to be about weight…)
At Noah’s cajoling- I’m trying to eat breakfast. (I hate eating in the morning.)
I’m eating fruit instead of some of my baked goods frenzies… (let’s not be nuts here-.. some baked goods are necessary for mental health!)
And yes- I’m running 5 days a week. I’m averaging somewhere between 4-6 miles each day. Sometimes I run more than I walk- sometimes I walk the whole thing.. But,I’m getting there. One step at a time. One mile at a time.
174 miles in her shoes.. only now? They are mine!
To all the moms out there who’ve been working hard to take care of yourselves while I’ve sat back and judged you as selfish.. I’m sorry about that. I’m learning. I’m growing..
I’m letting go of my prejudices.
***for those who will worry- the shoes in the pic- are NOT what I’m running in:P
Questions for you:
How do you take care of yourself?
Do you exercise? Why, or why not?
How do you feel about “those” moms?
Who are “those” moms to you? The moms like me, who sit on the couch and complain about and make excuses for being un-fit? (Until I really felt like I HAD to do something.. I really thought I couldn’t…)