I’ve spent the past 30 days (and counting) doing something crazy. Something I had long convinced myself was impossible. I’ve worked out every single day. Three young kids, working full-time, sickness, dinners to cook, far too much laundry to clean and still, a trip to the gym every.single.day.
Now, let’s just start off by being clear about one thing…no where in this post will I be uttering the words, “What’s Your Excuse?” because that, and all it implies, is just obnoxious. For years my exercise routine was
non-existent inconsistent and my “diet” included anything I could eat with 1 hand while feeding a baby with the other. I was plagued by guilt during those years knowing that I *should* be working out more or eating better. Images of Hollywood moms and all those freaking #fitspo memes just bounced around in my head and frankly? Made me want to eat a cookie.