Summer is finally here – the skies are blue, the sun is shining, and it is hot out there. I am loving it! I love having our patio doors wide open, the kids are able to play outside all day long, and we can enjoy a meal and a drink outside on the deck. It’s heaven. I should be living in Hawaii or Malibu.
With the lovely weather I’ve been inspired to move more – yes, I get super sweaty and gross. The definition of a hot mess. Who cares? I wish I was inspired to work out more when it was winter, but it’s the sunshine that makes me want to move it and lose it! The weight, that is. Bad pun?
Over the last few years I’ve been seen the pictures and glanced in full length mirrors at clothing stores, and I’ve been watching myself slip away. I don’t recognize myself anymore. When I weigh myself I get stunned. How did I get here? How did I allow this to happen?
Easy peasy – ignorance is bliss and I’ve avoided the scale for years, I don’t have a full-length mirror, and most of my wardrobe consists of yoga pants (or dressy stretchy pants/skirts) with flowy tops – and I don’t go shopping unless I really, actually need to.
Years ago, I wrote this post about not wanting to wear a bathing suit at the beach, and missing out on having fun with my kids. I no longer care about what I look like, which sounds bizarre but it’s true, I’ve kinda given up. My confidence is high, but my body is not healthy. I don’t feel good. Being active doesn’t come naturally to me, and I hate to struggle, sweat, or look weak or bad.
It’s gotten to a ridiculous point. Like, seriously. I have bags of clothes that just don’t fit. And if I continue down this path of neglect, I’m going to have serious health issues (if I don’t already).
I’ve been working with a life coach these past few months, and although I don’t feel I’ve changed outwardly, my mindset has started to shift and pivot. I’ve realized many things about myself that I’ve just chosen to ignore or live with, and I’m finally beginning to get it.
Nothing’s going to change unless I work hard at it. Nothing’s going to happen unless I work hard at it. I’m not going to be successful unless I struggle and sweat and work through the fear of weakness and being vulnerable.
So in the spirit of summer and movement and willingness to change, I’ve committed to a challenge for July – not one challenge but TWO challenges… who does that? A 30-day yoga challenge AND a 30-day smoothie challenge, or should it be 31 day since July has 31 days?
Everyday in July I will practice yoga and have a smoothie. Every single day. It doesn’t sound hard, and truthfully, I know it’s not that hard. But it’s something I haven’t done in a long time. I’ve been nurturing myself for too long, it’s time for a bit of tough love and movement and making myself uncomfortable for my health and for my soul.
Want to join me on my challenge?
Follow the hashtags #30DayWyldYoga and #30DayWyldSmoothies, and use them if you’re joining me!