We have all started something. Made a plan to change, stood at the beginning with all the will and determination we could muster. Out of the gate flying. And then life happens. Schedules don’t work out the way we had planned. A child gets sick. Those brownies call your name. And suddenly our determination wanes, we lose sight of what we wanted, we feel defeated, frustrated. So we make another plan, try again. Often meeting the same end. Disappointment. More and more I began to wonder why? Why, when I am so determined to do something, do I allow myself to stand in the way of my own success? I started to realize I was biting off more than I could chew. I knew where I wanted to be, what I wanted to achieve and I created grand plans to get there. I would run a lot, eat healthy, never lose my temper with the kids, pray and study scripture daily, pay off debt, stick to our budget. Life would be grand! But too many changes all at once were spelling disaster each and every time. One of the greatest moments of motherhood was watching my children take their first steps. Those wobbly, unsteady, tiny steps were the mark of the beginning of independence. They could keep up with their older siblings easier, they could reach what was previously unreachable, they could determine where they went. The journey to our healthiest selves starts the same way! Small little steps. Those small steps become second nature over time. Just as Vivian no longer has to think about putting one foot in front of the other, I no longer have to think about drinking my gallon of water daily. The culmination of those small steps is lasting life change. Like so many other women, I tried (and failed) a hundred times to get into my “best” shape. I have had periods in my life when I could run long distances, I have lost 15 pounds over and over again, I grocery shopped exclusively at Whole Foods. But those things were temporary. Eventually my old habits would return and months down the road I would start again. Over the last 2 years I began to change what and how we feed our family. I began to look at food as a precious commodity instead of somewhere to save a dime. We started buying locally grown vegetables and farm raised meat. I fill my pantry with healthy snacks and cook almost all of our meals at home. But it took a series of small steps to get there. We still have miles to go! I have always loved exercise. We have belonged to the YMCA for a decade. I have run more 5Ks than I can count, I get a thrill from being in a sweaty gym during a cardio kickbox class. Then, in November 2014, I decided to try out a little program called Piyo. The way I looked at exercise was forever changed. Before then I exercised for an hour or more at a time. If I couldn’t get to the gym for a long sweat fest, I ate cookies on the couch. That’s not a joke. But with Piyo, I got a great workout in 30 minutes. I was drinking Shakeology daily and my cravings for sweets were lessened. Beachbody has been a launching pad for me to create my best self. Along the way, I have realized my passion for helping other women take those small steps. So among other things, I have decided to take the small step of creating this blog. Somewhere to share my passion, motivate myself (and hopefully others), and encourage folks to walk alongside me as we change ourselves. Please follow along with this journey of mine by subscribing to Small Steps of Change.
“It is better to take many small steps in the right direction than to make a great leap forward only to stumble backward” ~Louis Sachar