How bad do you want it?

The 1st trainer I worked with said this to me during my 1st fitness challenge. I had the chance to win a trip to New York City with tickets to a Broadway show. I’d never been to New York….and 9 years later I still haven’t. I missed winning by 4 pounds. Had I followed his instructions, I’d have had some amazing memories! But I was stubborn and lazy, still am. I’m working to change that. After gaining 20 lbs following a car accident almost 4 years ago I reached my heaviest weight- 153. I know, that’s many women’s goal but for my small frame, that was a lot. After looking back at old pictures that pop up in Facebook memories I see that even 130 is a bit much- which is where I’m at now. I’ve consistently lost 10 lbs a year the last 2 years. I’ve been stuck around 130 for about a year and recently have begun to see the high 20’s flash across the screen on the scale. 
I refuse to give up. Right now, I’m eating less, not eating out, saying no to cookies, Cheetos, soda and even pizza (although I did have ice cream last night). My biggest issue is working out. I procrastinate all day. I have a free gym membership and never go. But that changes today. It’s time to get this last 10 lbs off and finally reach a goal I’ve been after for almost 10 years. My body has been through 5 pregnancies over a 12 year period, I’ve had many injuries, I have life-long injuries from the accident, I’ve dealt with depression and emotional eating. It’s time. I want it. I want it BAD!!

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You don’t need to lose weight!

I hear this all the time.  Yes, it’s a compliment but I know my body better than everyone. I’ll admit, in jeans and a long sleeved shirt, yup, I look pretty good, especially after being pregnant five times.

But in a bathing suit, I don’t feel comfortable.  I know I can easily stand to lose 10 pounds and still look healthy, not too skinny. But I’m not going to share my bathing suit pictures with everyone.  You’ll have to trust me, or ask a friend who has seen me at the pool.

I want to share that I have two weeks to lose at much weight as possible.  Why?  Because my husband has a meeting in South Florida and asked me to go with him.  Oh, why do I want to share?  Because I share a lot.  Probably too much.  But that’s just how I am.  I was that way even before social media.

But I know as soon as I share, people will tell me I don’t need to lose a pound, I look great the way I am, blah, blah, blah.  I deserve to feel comfortable.  I deserve to be happy.

I know I shouldn’t care what other people think and normally I don’t.  But it just gets annoying.  So be supportive of your friends.  Whether they want to gain weight, lose weight, try a new hair style, whatever.

I also have 2 weeks to finish half a semester of a math class I don’t understand so I can finally get my AA…..

Today is a new day. Make it count.

​I’m not usually the worrying, stressed out type. But I have been for the last week. I gained several pounds, let my house go to shit, put off decorating for Christmas, ignored my family, deprived myself of sleep and it was all for nothing. I failed my statistics final. I won’t graduate this month, I won’t start subbing to help pay for my youngest daughter’s dance and I won’t be taking a semester off from school.

This sign has hung in my room for several years. I don’t remember why or when I made it. It is a new day. I can’t fix what happened yesterday but I can make changes today. I won’t bore you with my to-do list but think about this; we only have one life to live and we should fill every day of it with love, joy and laughter. Worrying, stressing and being angry or resentful are horrible ways to waste what precious time we have.
I watched my oldest daughter graduate from college last Sunday. I helped heal her broken heart with a new puppy. We shared an entire day with friends and family and it was wonderful. Every day should feel like that. 

I’m off to make today count. I’m going to make it amazing. I’m going to eat my leftover sandwich for breakfast because it was so good I don’t want to wait for lunch (thank you Carrollwood Deli!). I’m going to make sure that my husband and kids all laugh at least once today. And I’m going to end the day next to our fire pit in Florida’s 80 degree weather because it makes me happy. We all deserve to be happy. 

My mom taught me how precious life is. I grew up with so much love and laughter in our home and I’m passing that onto my children. Live for today. Every day is a new day. Make each and every one count. 

Today is a new day. Make it count.

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This is handwritten on a piece of paper and taped to the back of my door.  I tell it to my Fitness Challenge moms often.  I see it every day.

Today,* the sign means more than most days.  February 11th is my new day. It’s my new day every year.  It’s the day I consider my New Year’s Day.

December 15th 1996 I went into labor 2 months early.  I was admitted to the hospital after taking meds to stop labor.

December 16th our daughter celebrated her 2nd birthday in the hospital.  We were sent home later.

January 2nd 1997 we had a gender scan and were so excited to hear we were having a little boy.  But our excitement was short lived.  His measurements were low and it was recommended we see a specialist.

I’ve made myself let go many of the other dates for various tests along with the other times I went into labor (total of six times).

January 18, mid afternoon, we received the call with our amnio results.  Our little boy had Trisomy 18.

January 18th, evening, I went into labor after giving up my meds.  I was done.  Our doctor asked me to wait two more weeks.

February 6th we checked into the hospital about 7 am, had our tiny bundle placed in our arms at 3:46 and said goodbye at 10:00.

February 10th, was the hardest day of my life attending my son’s funeral.

February 11th of every year I’m ready to move forward and make the most of the new year.

February 13th of 1997 (exactly one year and one week from Jacob’s birthday), our daughter, Rachelle (named after Rachael in the Bible) was born.

February 18th of 2004, our 2nd son was born.  Celebrating a new life has helped us heal and made us even more grateful of what we have.  And grateful that our youngest was born in June to give us a little break from birthday parties and Christmas.  🙂

Everyone has difficulties in life.  It’s how we handle them that make us different.  It’s okay to get down, turn to food for a bit, cry or be angry.  Make sure you remember to catch yourself and not let it drag on.  Pick yourself up and start again tomorrow…or on Monday.  Every day is a new day.  Make it count.

*Written on February 11th

Make a difference in someone’s life

I spend a lot of time on social media.  I see friends donating to charities, starting foundations, running for causes, collecting donations, creating businesses and more.  They are making a difference in people’s lives and in their families lives.  They are doing something big.  I look at my life and wish there was something I could do. I see their posts and feel like I need to do more.  I want to do something.

This week I was shown that I am doing something big.  I am making a difference in people’s lives.  But I don’t look at it like that.  With the Facebook memories popping up daily I recently realized that I’ve been doing fitness challenges for almost four years.  Some were successful, many were not.  Lately, they have really taken off.  I’ve mentioned before that I started them as an accountability for me.  I felt that if I had other moms going through the same thing that I’d stick to my goals.  I have at times but haven’t at others.  I was hit hard when I was rear ended two years ago (pun intended).  Getting up to my heaviest weight was a big wake up call for me.  Seeing health issues a friend was having also became a motivation.  I created the Healthy and Fit Challenge and it was the most successful challenge yet.  Hot For Halloween was kind of a dud but I did finally see 129 lbs on the scale for the first time in many years.

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Last month, 29 moms joined the Relentless Challenge.  They have definitely been relentless.  It’s been such a humbling experience for me.  I’m very hard on myself in many areas of my life.  I’m trying to use Relentless to let go of things I’ve held onto for too long.  There are several other ladies in the same boat.  It’s not just a fitness challenge.  I wanted to work on their self esteem, bad food choices, finding out why we procrastinate, how to motivate ourselves and more.  Their support for each other is phenomenal.  Their commitment is unwavering.  Their accomplishments are big and small and they share them all (now I sound like Dr. Seuss).

I don’t want a pat on the back and I don’t look for recognition for what I do.  When I created Real Fit Mom, I just wanted to inspire one mom.  Each time one mom asks me to do another challenge I feel like I accomplished my goal.  There are more out there that want and need help, motivation and inspiration and I’m happy to do it.  I don’t make any money from the challenges and that’s okay.  I don’t put my name in to win any of the incentives and that’s okay, too.  I get paid and I win every time I see a post about losing three pounds, giving up soda, going on a walk, working out with kids, getting a husband to join, making it through a tough workout.  I win and get paid when I see sweaty  sparkle selfies, progress pictures, working through a cold or flu, hitting 10k steps and more.

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These ladies have started to make me cry daily with their support, accomplishments and especially their gratitude.  I’m humbled, grateful, motivated, inspired, emotional and proud.  They are donating to their future.  They are starting strong foundations. They are creating healthy lifestyles.  They are doing something big.

And that makes it all worth it.  And makes me feel like I’m doing something big.  They make me happy and they make me smile.

 

Inspiration

My goal for blogging about my fitness journey was to be able to reach out and motivate or inspire just one person.  Through comments on here, my Facebook page (both personal and RFM’s) and Twitter I’ve discovered I’ve reached out to a lot of people.  That’s not the “a lot” like the big time fitness bloggers who touch the lives of thousands or millions.  It’s more the “a lot” of a small time blogger- not to many that I don’t have time to personally thank them which I like.

Often times I feel like no one reads RFM especially since I’ve made myself stop being obsessive about how many page views I have.  Plus I keep hearing about how narrow a market fitness is and most people don’t give a hoot about being fit.  Guess someone needs to tell the multi-billion dollar fitness industry about that one so they stop wasting their time.

This morning one of my mommy friends (like I have any friends that aren’t mommies) posted on her Facebook that she’d lost another 4 pounds bringing her total to 31 pounds lost.  She added “insert happy dance.”  I told her to keep on dancin’ because it’s a great way to lose more!  This was her reply back and the inspiration for this post “Thanks Kathryn! I love reading your blog btw, you’re inspiring, and the last one about being a “real” fit mom, I loved it!”

I went to my own Facebook page and wrote, “I love it when people I inspire turn around and inspire me.”  Then I hopped on over here to write a post about it.  Sometimes all someone needs is a gentle push, a little word of encouragement, or a good swift kick in the butt.  The important thing is to get up and move.  Just move.

What inspires you to be more fit and healthy?