I’ve been writing this blog for 2 and a half years now. It’s been a very interesting transition for me given that I started it seeking help and inspiration for my own life, only to end up doing my best to help and inspire those around me. I sometimes wish that every post was uplifting, filled with motivation to get you moving toward being your best self and declaring my feats of amazeness.
But truthfully, if that were all I wrote about, not only would I be lying…but I’d be pretty bloody annoying. I wouldn’t even want to read my blog.
The bare bones, God’s honest truth is that in spite of a shift away from my struggles with postpartum depression (because I have beat that beast to the ground) and more toward promoting and encouraging us all to be healthy and active, I still struggle. I still need encouragement and I most definitely have needed more than one kick in the arse when my motivation has been fading.
So why do I write about my health?
Because it’s important to me, not just to work my hardest, but to be accountable and transparent in both my highs and my lows.
Because I’ve found so much inspiration for other regular, every day people who, like me, don’t live and breathe gym workouts, running and weight lifting. We have jobs, kids, friends and lives to live too. We all look for balance and if you’re like me, you struggle every day to achieve that balance.
Because I’m blessed enough to be in control of my health and I don’t ever want to take that for granted.