Throughout my twenties, I was a devoted couch potato, reveling in late mornings and indulging in chocolate pastries for breakfast. My evenings were spent binge-watching sitcoms while munching on chips. I was never truly dissatisfied with my appearance or fitness, even though my jeans were typically in the “plus size” range, and I often found myself out of breath after climbing just two flights of stairs. At 25, I married a man who was deeply involved in the fitness industry. He loved me just as I was, and I saw no need to change since he seemed perfectly happy with my lifestyle.
When I turned 28, I welcomed my first daughter, and the couch potato life felt perfectly suited to the demands of an infant. By 31, I was blessed with a second daughter, and just nine months later, I completed my first half marathon. The initial stages of training were tough; I despised every mile. My motivation stemmed from wanting to shed some lingering pregnancy weight, but more importantly, it was about keeping up with my children. My eldest daughter was full of energy, and I knew I needed to be fit to match her enthusiasm. I wanted to set an example of strength and confidence for them. On race day, when I faltered at mile ten, it was their smiling faces along the route that pushed me to keep going.
In our household, conversations about being “skinny” are nonexistent. Instead, we focus on being “strong” and “healthy.” I avoid discussions about weight loss or body image because I recognize the world will soon bombard them with those messages.
At 33, I was surprised with the arrival of a baby boy. Suddenly, I was managing a five-year-old, a two-year-old, and a newborn while my husband started a new business. I also grappled with postpartum anxiety that drained my energy. Running could have easily fallen by the wayside, yet I realized I needed to keep it up—not just for myself, but for my son. He deserves to see that physical strength matters, just like my daughters do. I want him to appreciate a partner’s strength rather than her appearance, and when he becomes a father, I hope he encourages his daughters to play sports just as he would his sons.
Many mothers are aware of the importance of being role models for their daughters, but we must also consider the impact we have on our sons. I want all three of my kids to understand the significance of health and the belief that they can achieve anything. I want them to see women as strong and confident individuals. And yes, I also want them to feel comfortable indulging in that extra chocolate pastry from time to time!
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In summary, my journey toward self-care shifted dramatically when I realized the importance of being a role model for my children. By prioritizing my health and well-being, I aim to instill values of strength and confidence in my kids, ensuring they understand the importance of being healthy and capable.