See, I have a good amount of weight to lose since the Race Car, but my weight-loss hasn't progressed the same as with my other two. My last pregnancy was so hard on me physically that the past 3 months of exercise has resulted in better fitting clothes, but no huge changes on the scale. It's very frustrating if you're a slave to that scale. Thankfully, I'm not. And every morning I'm witness to a large population that stereo-typically finds it too big of a challenge to stay very active, sometimes a slave to their age. Thankfully, they aren't.
I met a wonderful woman who was just now learning to swim at 70+. Talk about a mountain that could easily be dismissed. One of my biggest fears after the Race Car was born was not ever returning to my healthier weight, but to just adjust to a new normal. 15 months later, I understand how easy it is to accept limitations. I have a Ferris wheel full of responsibilities that makes it difficult to prioritize my health.
The baby woke up to eat at 5:30, as usual. I really, REALLY wanted to go back to bed afterwards, but I didn't. Instead, I did a little work and got my workout started. It was hard, but not impossible. Sometimes we (I) forget that hard and impossible are not synonymous. So, thank you to everyone who does hard things. You are an encouragement to me.
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