Please welcome Jacki from Dare 2 Dream Dare 2 Do as my Mom Sexy Fridays guest poster today! (And please give her a round of applause for being understanding about the fact that my schedule is nuts as hell lately — cuz it really is).
Jacki is a book obsessed, maniacally efficient, logically creative, feminist in a conservative facade who is currently training for her first 5k race. She works full time outside the home, is finishing up a Master’s degree, and coaches her son’s soccer team. She obviously has too much on her plate (like most moms).
We all have this moment when we know we need a change. Whether it is a new job, a new diet, or a new haircut. Something, anything, just to get us out of our rut, get the momentum going, and feel like we are more than what we have been.
For me, it started with exercise.
This past November I began working out with a personal trainer once a week. It was costly and not something everyone can afford, but I was just not capable of keeping myself motivated.
With no one keeping track of my successes but me, well, let’s just say we were screwed from the very beginning.
I needed accountability. I needed to not look like a complete lazy jack ass in front of a healthy 21 year-old college student/personal trainer.
I had learned to live with lazy jack ass, but I didn’t want someone else to see it.
So I began a cross training workout with the TRX system once a week. With homework. Yes, exercises to do at home. And I did them, because I knew that my trainer would be expecting improvements by our next appointment.
Suddenly, something happened. Having never, ever, ever even considered running a viable and enjoyable form of exercise (running for the sake of running, come on?), I was partaking in the Couch to 5K training program.
I was also lining up friends and family members to run 5K’s, 20K’s, and mud runs with me. I was looking forward to getting up at 5:15 am and into the gym by 6:00 am to start my day with weight lifting and sprints.
Crazy shit, huh?
What the hell happened? Well, I ran. I ran for a few minute longer than I thought was possible and I looked inside myself and was proud and amazed. Then I ran a little bit longer, or a little bit faster.
I continued to feel amazed, for a bit. Then the amazement went away and was replaced with this even better feeling of “if I can do this, what the hell else can I do?” and the good old “I freakin’ rock!”
Know what else happened? I started craving healthy food and eating better. I started using moisturizer daily, exfoliating my skin regularly, and considering outfits beyond hoodies and jeans. I was feeling good on the inside and I wanted that to shine through.
That’s not it! I started all kinds of things that I was once afraid to even try or consider possible. I haven’t sold the house and packed up the family to travel around the world, but I am moving towards the goal of doing something with my 40+ hours a week that will make me happy, well fed, and feeling like the me that I have kept hidden for so very long.
The hidden me is awesome, she is sexy, and she can’t wait to taste each new day. All because I didn’t want to be a lazy jack ass any longer. All it took was just one step, one change.
Go for it! What will your change be?