Throughout my twenties, I was the quintessential couch potato. Late mornings? Absolutely! Breakfast often consisted of four chocolate Pop-Tarts, and my idea of an exciting weeknight involved binge-watching shows like Friends while munching on Doritos. Although I was never particularly discontent with my appearance, my jeans always hugged the “plus size” category, and I often found myself out of breath after climbing the two flights of stairs to my apartment.
When I turned 25, I married Jake, a fitness enthusiast who had adored me just as I was since we met at 18. I felt no need to change, especially since he seemed perfectly happy with my couch-loving lifestyle.
Fast forward to age 28 when I welcomed my first daughter. Embracing the couch potato life seemed fitting for a new mom. By 31, I had a second daughter, and nine months later, I signed up for my first half marathon. The first half of my training was a struggle—I hated every single mile. But I pushed through, motivated by the desire to shed those stubborn pregnancy pounds and, more importantly, to keep up with my energetic daughters. My eldest was three, overflowing with energy, while her baby sister was the busiest newborn imaginable. I wanted to set an example as a strong, capable woman. When I hit mile ten on race day, it was the sight of my daughters cheering me on that kept my legs moving when I felt like quitting.
In our conversations, “skinny” is never mentioned, but we often talk about being “strong” and “healthy.” I avoid discussions about weight loss or body image—there’s enough pressure from the world outside that they’ll encounter soon enough.
At 33, I had an unexpected addition—a baby boy. With a five-year-old, a two-year-old, and a newborn, life got hectic. Jake had just launched a new business, and I was juggling a part-time job along with a case of postpartum anxiety that drained my energy. Something had to give, and running could have easily been the first to go. I had already shown my daughters what strength looked like, right? But then reality hit me: I needed to set a powerful example for my son too. He deserves to grow up understanding that a woman’s worth is based on her capabilities, not just her appearance. I want him to appreciate adventurous women who are strong enough to rock climb or mountain bike alongside him.
When he becomes a father, I hope he encourages his daughters to play sports as much as he would his sons. Many moms are aware of the importance of being role models for their daughters, but we must remember that our boys need that guidance too. They will shape their views on relationships based on what we exemplify.
I want all three of my kids to understand that health is paramount and that they can achieve anything. I want them to see women as strong and confident. And yes, I also want them to know it’s okay to indulge in that fourth chocolate Pop-Tart every now and then.
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In summary, my journey to prioritizing my health has transformed not only my life but has set the stage for my children to embrace strength and wellness in their lives. It’s about being a role model for all my kids, encouraging them to value health and self-esteem over appearance.
Keyphrase: prioritizing health as a parent
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