A promise made is a promise kept, kinda

Hi, promise breaker here. Nice to have you join me today. Seriously though, am I the only one who is loyal to pretty much everyone except myself? Do you struggle with this? You know, the times when you wake up with all of the best intentions in the world. Like, “I am going to run 3 miles today and only eat Kale!” Then by 9:00 am you are on your couch watching FRIENDS reruns and wearing your fat pants. Yeah, I feel you sis. That was me. I always found that it was easier to break promises to myself because…who really knew I was doing it? I can just hear my coach from youth soccer. “If you cheat on your workouts, you are only cheating yourself blah blah blah.” Well, I will have you know that I only ever received participation trophies and my soccer career was short lived. Anyway, point being, as annoying as coach Greg was, he had a point. Who does it hurt when I choose reruns and fat pants over working out? Not Monica or Rachel. I am hurting me.

I have tried this new thing. Strange concept. Not breaking promises to myself. I certainly have appreciated it. Until that meant I had to eat kale and not watch FRIENDS as much… But that is just it. Two things come to mind for me. 1. Motivation is a joke and flakey (kinda like I had been about myself made promises) and 2. If I keep breaking promises to myself, my self-respect is also broken in this process. So the M word, motivation. Total joke. If I wait for motivation to strike, I will definitely be 20 pounds heavier and living in a house full of laundry. We are adults. Moms. Employees. Superhero’s. We have to do hard crap. We have to do things we. do. not. want. to. do. “Welcome to the real world, it sucks, you’re gonna love it!” –Monica Geller. A helpful gem from my years of binge watching. But really- We have to show up for our own lives. We have to do hard things, and things we don’t want to do. I don’t know about you, but I would rather do things to make myself better all day every day than stomach the idea that I will be exactly the same person, with no growth a year from now. That scares me right out of those fat pants girl, I tell ya.

Point number two. If I cannot show up for my own life, for myself, I lose all respect for myself. And girls, having two tiny humans who smell fear, living in my house… I have to be on my A game. For me, that means self-respect. I have to show up for myself, to make myself strong, to be the BEST version I can be, because those kids. They deserve that. My husband deserves a self-respecting and lets be real… smoking hot wife who shows up for him and her children because she chose to respect the weight that her word carries. So today- I will work out. I will do everything I told myself I would do. And babe, if you are anything like me, you will find a way to be like “did I reallllly promise myself I would get that done today?” This might help. I have a notebook that I write in every night just exactly what I tell myself I will do that next day, that way, there are no ‘misunderstandings’. So girl- show up for your life, show up for yourself, get the butt you want, be able to do a burpee, eat more kale, and get out of your fat pants because you, are only up to you.

Love P