Today I am pledging to join the Mamavation sisterhood. I’ve rushed in college so when I heard there was a hazing phase I knew to get myself a black permanent marker and a goat. The marker so people could write mean things about my various body parts while I stood on a scale holding back five pounds of tears. The goat, well, I guess he is self-explanatory. Then I read the rules and realized I wouldn’t need either.
Mamavation sisterhood is about women supporting women in leading healthier lives. Positive support! Let’s admit it -> women have a tendency to be all judgmental and competitive. I’m as competive as the next gal but mostly with myself. I try very hard to not compare my progress with the next person. When I run a 5K my goals are to beat my own record and to not come in last. I can achieve this by training hard and making my husband run the race with me so he can fall behind me if I am coming in last. True story. If I’m not coming in last, he is to run ahead and take a picture of me crossing the line. Win-Win. He is a great husband.
I’m usually too busy judging myself to pay any attention to others. However, I think there is something to be said for watching others to see how they complete goals you are striving to complete. While this can come off as judging, there is a fine line. I want to see what others do not to judge but because I want learn and get ideas. It appears Mamavation is the place for me! A wonderful environment to learn, get support and to encourage others.
Don’t I look like someone you want to get to know?
A little about myself for the Mamavation sisters checking me out for the first time: I am a 40 year old SAHM of one adorable little girl. Until late August I was working out regularly doing strollercize, running, swimming and Mommy & Me yoga. Then I smacked my right pinky toe so hard I thought it was broke. X-ray later revealed it was severely bruised. I took a few weeks off but needed to stay slightly active as I had my first mud run at the end of September. I completed the 4 mile mud run alive…barely. The next day I took a ride on one of our baby gates through our front hallway and broke the pinky toe for good all three bones broken in four places. My foot doctor was impressed and remarked he had never seen anything like my break. Skip ahead three months and the week before Christmas I was finally released to do physical activity. Unfortunately, this all happened during my hardest time of the year. I was orphaned by the age of 13 and prior to losing my mom Christmas was my favorite time of year. After I lost her, I tended to be an emotional eater throughout the holiday season. Toss in 9 years of infertility and losing my sister to cancer 5 years ago in December, well, I struggle during the holidays. I’ve been good about using exercise to help with my emotions and occasional depression bouts. This broken toe took all my usual tricks away. I did well for the first month and a half but the last month I gained about 20+ pounds. I feel uncomfortable and miserable. I need to do better for myself and for my daughter. It is important to me to be a good example. I don’t want to be the “do as I say not as I do” type of moms.
I pledge to give 100% at every workout.
I pledge to be positive not just to others but to myself(the hardest part).
I pledge to share the good, bad and the ugly of my experiences. Although, since I’m being positive, I’m just positive there will be no ugly.
You can follow my progress here every Mamavation Monday, on twitter @simplyjunebug #mamavation and on my Facebook Fan Page.
Clothing size: 18/20
Current Scale Picture for complete accuracy and accountability.
Weight: For 2013, I really want to get under 200. It isn’t my end goal but it is my current goal.
Attitude: Determined (to continue)
Clothing size: 12
Now, I’m going to use the marker for making positive posters for around the house. The goat, well, does anyone need a goat?
(Disclosure: My sorority did not make me stand on a scale while writing mean things on my body but the rumor was another sorority on campus did it to their pledges. I didn’t go and buy a goat. I’m a farm girl and I owned a goat named Rebecca, therefore, I know goats are great but messy, eat everything, destroy twice as much as they eat and can be smelly. My post wouldn’t be half as funny if I told the whole truth all the time.)