Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I live for my workouts. It’s more than endorphins, it’s more than the sweat, it’s a matter of survival. Exercise puts me in a positive frame of mind, it calms my body and it gives me a confidence boost.
But sometimes, it’s gotta take a back seat.
This week has been one of those weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I’m dying for a workout. Every aspect of my mental well-being depends on it. But being a mommy always comes first and this week, my little Fit Boy has been sick. Between cuddles, snuggles, rocking, and trips to the emergency room, there has been no time to exercise. And I’m perfectly ok with that. As much as I need my “me time”, my mommy hat is always at the top of the rack and I never resent that hat when it means taking off my “fit mom” hat for a few days. After all, moments like these wouldn’t happen if my priorities were different or if I resented those moments in life that we can’t control.