My Mother’s Day Gift to Myself…

Commit.

The word of the year for me.

Commit to ring muscles ups.  Handstand walks.

Commit to eating for life.

No longer a diet.  A nutrition plan.  A fad.Image result for coffee beach

As I’ve told you, my body has been out of whack lately.  And I need to reign it in.

Exercise.  Nutrition.  Self-care.

The piece that’s been lacking consistency is the nutrition.  One day I’m on target.  Next I fall off big time.  The next few days are on and off.  And so on and so forth.

So the self-pity party is ending.  It’s time to commit.  Today.  And why not?  It is Mother’s Day after all.  The perfect gift to myself.  The end of rollercoasters and feeling like a failure.

Happy Mother’s Day to all!

“Commit”

“Jen, you have to commit.  You’re not committed.”

I scowled.

What’s he mean “commit”?  I AM committed.

An hour later, I realized I wasn’t.Image result for commit crossfit

Practicing handstands in my house on a mat, I’ve been taking two steps and then always quitting.  I’d get in perfect position and then come down.  On purpose!

Because I wasn’t committed.

And because I was a bit scared of falling on my face (which as you know has enough bruises already)!

But mainly because I wasn’t committed.

My friend/coach, Alex, said this to me.  The instant he said it, I wanted to punch him in the face.  Because criticism and honest feedback hurt.  But we all need it.  Some more than others…

We all need people in our lives who will tell us the truth we so desperately need to hear.  Alex is one of those people in my life who does.  And I love him because of this…