And the 80th day was fittingly like the others- complete with toy messes, snack needs, animal crackers strewn around on the floor, breaks for a diaper change and to wipe a runny nose, tripping over my kids, and the baby crying because she needed a nap.
But I’m proud. And I cried. Because I did it. Because it wasn’t easy. Because it was worth it. Because I’m showing my girls how to take care of themselves. Because I’m showing other moms that they can do it, too. Because I have a tribe of women behind me who have cheered me on and given me incomparable support and connection over the last 8 months. Because there were many days I thought about quitting and didn’t. Because I am stronger than I’ve ever been in my life at almost 37. Because I didn’t think I could do 60 minute workouts or an 80 day program with two kids home with me all of the time. Because I’m happier and more confident than I’ve been in my entire life.
The happiest of tears. The happiest of years. I’m so grateful for all God has given me through this one opportunity and the chance I took 8 months ago to grow. It’s given new life to my soul and I will always count it as one of my biggest blessings. 💜