The highs and lows of life, love, fitness, sleep deprivation, fatigue, divorce, home displacement, parenting, and PCOS.
Every step, minute of sleep, motorcycle ride, stair climbed, crunch counts!!
Reminder: No one sees your emotional battles. Sometimes waking up is the victory for the day, and that accomplishment is 100% valid. Celebrate every victory like it’s monumental, because only you know your internal struggle.
My “baby” is 10. I owe nobody an explanation for my body. It’s mine. I live in it. I don’t feel sorry or apologetic for what it looks like or what shape it’s in. It’s mine to accept, love, enjoy, and never again would I ever make an excuse, especially the “lose the baby weight” one. Because 10 years later... ❤️💪🏼