This little boy saved my life.
It’s easy to become complacent. On a daily basis, people think I am my son’s sister instead of his mom. I have an incredible amount of endurance. I haven’t been over two hundred pounds in close to twelve years, my diet is decent. I can do a push up or two on my toes and, on a good day, a pull up. I’m just not satisfied. There is space for me to do more.
I have a goal. I have sixteen weeks to get there. It’s a BIG step for me to even say out loud that I have a goal because, true story, I have trust issues. I’ve found it difficult to trust people with my dreams and vision because of what it has cost me to do so. It has also cost me the benefit of having solid accountability. It’s complex. My life is complex. I do like complex carbs though so that makes it all good, right?
Do you have a goal?