Coming home to yourself

Truth. I've just been plain confused lately. I have much direction, but I have found myself a bit frozen. It started with a two week flare up of IC, then a cold that just hung on, then we went on vacation. Montreal was a lot of fun and I called upon my old memories of French to navigate our time there, but we ate somethings that left us heavy, we spent a lot of time trying to figure out what to do and where, and, I didn't get nearly the sleep I needed. It's been about ten days of scattered workouts and inconsistent nutrition for me. I know that might not sound like much, but, once you know what good feels like, feeling ugh... is really no fun.

Today, I convinced my oldest it was time to get back at it. Back home, we have access to our space made entirely for the pursuit of our health. After he put up a fight for an hour and half, I got him downstairs into the workout space. He spent the first half of our total body circuit whining and laying on the bench, but by the middle of it, he jumped in. The best gift is when he says, "thank you, Mama" and gives me a hug... it makes all the struggle and my own determination to stay on track feel worth it.

Phoenix is just like you and me. We would rather spend the same amount of time fighting what we know we need to do to feel better than actually take a step in the right direction. If we keep at it, though, I have hope that he will feel the benefits and see them in his growing body. I want him to see these workouts as I do- a way to come home to mySELF. It's a way to develop comfort in my own body, strength and movement- flexibility and ease.

See those boards behind me? They're vision boards. One is mine, two are Patty's. I love having them in my workout space because they remind me about why I do what I do. Life is hard, workouts are hard, balance seems impossible. Often, like most people, I think about how to energize, forgive,  grow, celebrate, laugh and love as much as possible. At one time, I feared workouts, just like Phoenix does. 

But, this summer, if I put the time into my nutrition, movement, and mind, I will be more confident in lighter clothing and I want that for him, too. I don't want my son to hide behind a boogie board or hide beneath clothing any more. It takes work, but, the ease will come. We have to start now.

How do you come home to yourself? How do you care for this body you've been given? How do you foster strength, hope and confidence? Do you paint, dance, draw, write, walk, run? Share your inspiration, motivation, or purpose today. 

Love, 
LeeAnn