Mom Bod is a thing that birthed from Dad Bod. I know this because I read it on twitter and Huffington Post and everything on there is 100 percent true and accurate and wonderful and amazing and salt-of-the-earth-raw, like the kale chips I tried to make and almost killed my family from the smell of dying free-range kale.
Brief background, When I turned 39, I decided it would be a fantastic idea to break into the fitness industry. Yes, a few people who know that I can be a bit sensitive about, um my body, gave me direction and of course I got pissed, took it all the wrong way and said “Ill show the world I can be the next female Billy Blanks. Homeslices of Cheese.” Yes, I said “Homeslices of Cheese”. Needless to say, I certified myself in fitness “stuff”, including “Insanity”, which ironically I went a little insane with all of it.
… (..my monkeys and circus -No blame on the industry at all..got mad love and mad respect for the fitness industry)
I absorb everything all at once and I am a recovering anorexic; hence, it is easy to connect the dots on how this played out in my life. I felt unbelievably inadequate and conversely , I recognized I was more of a “behind the scenes” kind of person. Finally, in my forties (EARLY FORTIES !!!) , I am okay with not having phenomenal , leadership, managerial, and “teacher-like” skills. It’s just not my thing, and that is OKAY. Can you imagine if everyone wanted to be a leader ? or go viral? or be the best? oh wait. Yes, the internet.
I digress. Look, there are so many articles and blogs and experts and diet commercials and foods and trends and kale recipes that are bombarded into the atmosphere, it becomes difficult to know how to stay or progress into a more healthy lifestyle (based on where you are at at this moment ). I believe that you have to find what works for you. Yoga. Pilates. Dance. Prance. Lift. Shift. Bike. Run..Jog. Crawl. Walk. Paleo. Food Pyramid. Vegan. Vegetarian. Flex-Mex-Italian-Scallion-Caesar-Salad-omg-imhungrywhosecooking.
Take today for example. I used to be an a runner. Then I fell in love with kick boxing. I don’t like Yoga, I “so you think you can not dance”. I do not feel like running today because it’s 88 and humid, and my knees are screaming, so I went to Pinterest and picked a quick 15 minute workout, did very BASIC yoga, played some ‘jamz’ and danced liked no one was watching… (because no one was watching.
For me , I choose exercise based on how it makes me feel and focus less on which body part I am toning and sculpting. I used to be highly consumed with making sure I was targeting all my “trouble spots” and it just got less important as I started to focus on my inner peace, soul and beauty. (WOW that is some ‘Namaste’ type dialogue right here!)
I totally understand the need to attack those love handles and pooch and cellulite , but I am done worrying about what truly has no impact on my overall health. There is not risk associated with having love handles , stretched out stomach skin or cellulite. Do I want to feel good about myself and my appearance ? Hell Yes. Do I want let the obsession of looking supremely fit and trim take over my life and monitor very morsel of food I ingest into my body? Hell no.
Maybe this is a love letter to my love handles, extra skin, cellulite or whatever perceived flaw I have imposed upon my beautiful , amazing , womanly , sometimes reflective white , sometimes “oh CRAP, how did I miss that spot with sunscreen” ..body. This is a love letter to all my home-girls/moms/ladies/young ladies (and boys/ men because I know society can be rough on you too ) to take a few minutes to look in the mirror and say five things you love about yourself and your body.
Also, if your don’t like kale or bison or goji-chia-flax energy bites or shakes that taste like the ash of the original bubonic plague , IT’S OKAY. Find what makes you feel healthy and good from the inside to the outside. Trust me, if your make the first move towards choosing healthier options , your body will tell you if what your need daily. And sometime that may be ‘gmo-d inorganic, salty, yet sweet maple bacon Chipotle chipped ice cream.”‘ It’s when we follow what other people tell us how to eat or we exercise in a manner that is truly hurting us because” so and so said it was the best “; is when we go against who we are at our core and THAT person (YOU) should be “like a boss”, in ALL decisions for our body.
I was inspired to write this blog, in part, from the #mommitment movement. I have always had it in draft form in my head, but never had the courage to actually put this on paper. Obviously , Dad Bod gave me the idea, but #mommitment movement gave me the inertia to put it in black and white. Since the movement, I am apologizing less for who I am as a person from the inside to the outside. I compare and judge less and I incorporate acceptance and empathy into my thoughts and actions more than I have ever in my life. Please go to mommitment.org, to find out how you can join or click on this image.