Perfect Parent Delusion #3
Being fit isn't something that has ever come naturally to me.
I've always had a relatively active lifestyle, but I'd hardly be able to classify it as fit one.
A point of contention I've had with my wonderful husband has been ideas around health. Particularly ideas around diet and weight management.
I didn't grow up with a healthy diet, which meant my 20s were spent chasing fad diets and attempting to lose weight.
I've been consistently disappointed with my weight and body shape since I was at least 7.
I'm just so tired of talking about it.
So when it comes up (as it does regularly) I get my back up and find that I can't speak about it like a rational person.
My husband says things like "Aren't we going to be a family who is active and healthy? Don't you want to be able to take our kids on hikes without needing to stop constantly?"
Of course I want all of that. But am I just fooling myself into thinking that's actually going to be true?
It has never been the case for me even up until now. My husband spent 1500 pounds on my three-month training session and I hated every single minute of it. How the heck am I going to suddenly love being super fit? Where the hell is the motivation going to come from?
I feel like once again I'm tricking myself into believing something that's just not plausible. And to the detriment of my husband and unborn child(ren).
Previous transgression would say this is the case.
I want to believe that I'll come around and by some divine intervention that I'll realize the error in my ways and step into the person I need and want to be.
xo Jenea
- Everything is always okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.
I've always had a relatively active lifestyle, but I'd hardly be able to classify it as fit one.
A point of contention I've had with my wonderful husband has been ideas around health. Particularly ideas around diet and weight management.
I didn't grow up with a healthy diet, which meant my 20s were spent chasing fad diets and attempting to lose weight.
I've been consistently disappointed with my weight and body shape since I was at least 7.
I'm just so tired of talking about it.
So when it comes up (as it does regularly) I get my back up and find that I can't speak about it like a rational person.
My husband says things like "Aren't we going to be a family who is active and healthy? Don't you want to be able to take our kids on hikes without needing to stop constantly?"
Of course I want all of that. But am I just fooling myself into thinking that's actually going to be true?
It has never been the case for me even up until now. My husband spent 1500 pounds on my three-month training session and I hated every single minute of it. How the heck am I going to suddenly love being super fit? Where the hell is the motivation going to come from?
I feel like once again I'm tricking myself into believing something that's just not plausible. And to the detriment of my husband and unborn child(ren).
Previous transgression would say this is the case.
I want to believe that I'll come around and by some divine intervention that I'll realize the error in my ways and step into the person I need and want to be.
xo Jenea
- Everything is always okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.
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