When I Stopped Treating My Body Like Trash

When I officially told people I was pregnant, one of my close friends congratulated me and jokingly-seriously said she was “shocked my body was capable of this after years of copious alcohol consumption.” Valid. 🍷

The decision to have kids wasn’t easy (and making one didn’t turn out to be easy either). 

Sacrifices and responsibilities galore! How could I take care of TWO bodies when I was treating my own like trash more often than I’d like to admit?

Not to mention the world itself can be a hostile, scary, unsafe... potentially uninhabitable place in a not-so-distant future.

Terrifying stuff. But here I am, 9 months and some change into this motherhood thing. Shocked at one thing.

How.much.better.he.makes.me. 🙏👏🙌 And how much better he makes me want to make the WORLD.

He is truly helping mold me into a better version of myself. Physically and mentally. One day at a time. One decision, and one altered behavior at a time.

So yeah. I made some sacrifices. And I quit my job. I also quit treating my body like trash (okay... with a few exceptions 😬). I quit living in the past. And stopped letting indecision rule my life. I started growing forward and taking lots of steps towards a healthier, happier future with this ray of light as my little cosmic miracle and spiritual guide.

A fair trade off for sure. 💙💙💙

P.S. I still love and appreciate wine in moderation, just not a bottle a day anymore 😬