I caint lie.
I rock the #wycwyc at home.
Yep. I used the R-word.
I almost find it easy (now) and simple (since it’s become habit) only because it’s been the backdrop to my life for so many years.
More specifically for almost nine years (guess who turns nine next month?).
I eat what my body asks for/craves.
I listen to my body.
I don’t judge it.
Whatever I do mindfully is OK and plenty “perfect” enough for me.
tiny can NOT a 20 ouncer? #wycwyc win!
The bulk of my #wycwyc healthy living comes in the form of movement.
I haven’t belonged to a gym in years. I don’t have a home gym.
Every aspect of my (finger quotes) fitness (unFQ) routine comes from fitting movement in wherever can.
Picking up the child at the school? Playground monkey bars before or after.
Conference call at 9 am? Lunge and walk during call.
It’s become second nature. It’s fairly easy.
Until I travel.
No cart for me–I carry my luggage! #wycwyc
It FEELS as though it should be easier away from home (lottsa walking, hotel steps etc) yet for some reason it’s just not.
I think it’s partly the fact my eight year old sidekick doesn’t always want to take the stairs.
I think it’s partly the fact I’m often in meetings and sitting *and* just out of my normal #wycwyc routine.
On my last trip I decided to make my #wycwyc tee my uniform (hotel hand washing FTW!) as a reminder to do what I could when I could movement-wise and know it was ENOUGH for that trip.
(she watched tv. I fit in fitness)
I won’t sugarcoat it.
It took effort, yet for some reason waltzing around the ATX with my mission emblazoned across my chest made it feel somewhat easier.
I washed the tee. I hung dry the tee. I washed the tee. But, at one point, I had to get “fancy” as we had a play-date.
A blind play-date set up of sorts with a potential new friend at the child’s soon-to-be school in Austin.
To everyone’s relief I didn’t wear my tee.
(snazzy hotel drying rack)
We went off to our play-date and fun was had by all.
The child had a great time with her new friend and I chatted with said-friend’s mother.
We talked about school, homework and life. We commiserated about how different our days were now that we were working mothers.
“I used to run marathons and do triathlons,” my new friend shared. “Not now. Now I just do what I can when I can.”
It’s not exaggerating to say I almost fell over.
In that same way it’s amazing to hear someone capture your brand and precisely parrot it back to you—hearing that phrase come out of her mouth sparked me to think two things:
- Yes. I can do this if this busy, ROCKSTAR Mama is able to #wycwyc her movement, too.
- We have nailed it with our book! It just makes sense.
I wanted to bear-hug her and shout:
We’re the same!! I do that!! WickWick!!!
She had no idea we’ve a book coming out all about how seeming small steps add up to HUGE change.
She had no idea back at the hotel my stinky what you can when you can tee was air drying (again) because I, too, harnessed the power of those words.
I long for the child to have friends at her new school I’m an adult, I did not.
I nodded. I murmured. I agreed that it’s all about doing what we can.
This last trip was better for me movement-wise than most trips in the past.
I wore my #wycwyc tee out.