9/30/2013 9:28:00 PM
It’s been quite a trek, these first 39 years. I’m at a very good place in my life. I have a wonderful marriage of 12 years, two beautiful children ages 8 and 5, a fabulous extended family and dear friends. Not to mention a career of which I’m very proud. And while I feel fulfilled in so many aspects of my life, I continue to struggle with that nagging inner “healthy” self that reminds me multiple times a day, “get to the gym”, “don’t eat that”, “drink more water”, yadda yadda. You know the voice, the ultimate guilt trip we bestow upon ourselves. I do exercise….when I can. I walk in the mornings if I can peel myself out of bed before the morning chaos, eh hem, “routine” of getting the kids off to school begins. I play competitive soccer when I’m not coaching my daughter’s team, taking my son to practice, trucking to and from ballet, gymnastics, or the martial art of choice. And then there’s that work “thang”. Kinda cramps a gal’s style when the Giants play extra innings and I’m not able to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head until one in the morning. I’m tired. All the time. I realize I’m preaching to the choir. Attempting to find balance and make room for exercise isn’t anything new, but maybe by sharing my experience it will help yours.
I made a promise to myself somewhere in my 3rd decade that after I had children, after I owned a home, after I’d established my career, after, after, after… I’d be at my best when I turned 40, emotionally and physically. I have 3 months to make that goal a reality. Over those next three months I’m partnering with Active Sports Clubs in Petaluma to try several new workouts and classes, utilize a personal trainer...Read More