I Sobbed at the Gym Last Week

I looked over to her. and her. and her.

I admired their bodies--likely the result of hours upon hours of work and dedication. Suddenly, the weight of all that MY body has endured in motherhood felt too heavy to carry.

Those women's toned physiques starkly contrasted from my tired frame. The core that carried and birthed my babies feels weak and unstable; the legs that bore pregnancy weight and chased after toddlers cramp against challenge; and the arms that hold my children and care for our home struggle through repetitions.

This body that I've known for almost 36 years feels more foreign than familiar. But something about this physical transformation is bringing about an emotional journey I wasn't expecting.

God has broken me wide open lately.

In places I've left undisturbed or vacant, He is bringing life and purpose. I've been in agreement with change and challenge more than ever, and it's brought me to unnerving vulnerability and eager anticipation.

This body has given my life such purpose. From it came precious children and with it come adventure and memories. It may not look like "hers," but it is mine.

Sweet mama like me, those feelings of physical inadequacy or the downright struggle you face shouldn't defeat you. You haven't even given yourself a chance--don't you dare give up before you even get started.

We may prioritize every other person in our family or give 110% of our energy to our home or work, but WE deserve to give ourselves time and attention. Don't let the guilt of doing so convince you that you're not important enough.

With each extra quarter-mile you walk... with each extra repetition you conquer... with each new mountain you climb, don't forget to be your biggest fan. Don't count yourself out right when you show up.

Any new routine will be accompanied by challenges, but you're about to show your babies just how resilient and strong they already know you to be.