A Promise to My Daughter
- JAM
- Aug 19, 2018
- 2 min read
19 weeks ago, I was one-day postpartum. I had long since made a promise to Josephine that I would live life as an example to her. That didn't mean I'd be working towards a size 2 but I would stay active and show her how to fuel her body in a healthy way.
I believe I had the very best mother a girl could ask for growing up. I will say, though, it was a different time then ... 41 years ago. I had an older mom - she was 38 when I was born, and there really wasn't a keen awareness or a focus on nutrition and the importance of regular exercise back then. My mother was raising four children on a shoestring budget, so I can only imagine the challenge to get a meal prepared let alone one that was healthy. She was also a housewife, whose husband was working a physically demanding job, requiring a hearty dinner that most often consisted of red meat, heavy starches and a beer to wash it down. This is what I grew up on. My mother nourished by body the very best way that she knew how.
I am fortunate that I have paid a little attention to the information that is made available to us now about fitness and nutrition. I have been battling this bulge my entire life. I have lost weight in a healthy way. I have lost weight on programs that are simply not sustainable. I imagine that there will be more programs in my future that I will succeed with and that I will fail with. What I really don't want to do is model a yo-yo dieting existence for my daughter.
So ... 19 weeks and I have no excuses keeping me from starting to make good on my promises. Baby girl is allowing me to be well rested, she is day 2 eating solids and I have to get moving. Three miles this morning around my tranquil neighborhood followed by a #dailyharvest smoothie. End goal ... to show my daughter that I love myself as much as I love her ... I love myself enough to take care of this God given vessel so that I may stick around for her as long as possible.
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