A new year for new beginnings. Now is the time I set into motion my New Year’s resolutions. 2017 will be my year. I will lose weight, change my style, finish school, make new friends, and form healthy relationships. I will begin a career, and buy that house! I will be more relaxed and flowy, and be the mom my kids can relate to.
Or, I will wash this bag of chunky chocolate chip cookies down with a six-pack of apple ale, and cry myself to sleep because I’m too tired and unmotivated to do any of those things--not now, not ever.
My life is overrun with caring for others. Between my full-time job as a caregiver (where I am obligated to focus my attention solely on my clients’ needs) and surviving the war zone that has become my home life (two teenagers, two preteens, and one temperamental toddler), where do I find time to focus on me? Who takes care of me?
According to my doctor, nobody does, as I now know I have metabolic syndrome, and I’m pre-diabetic. My body is becoming insulin resistant, and in turn, stores everything I eat as fat in my gut which has caused liver disease. The treatment: a drastic change in diet and regular exercise.
You mean, I have to find time to exercise outside of my job, cleaning house, doing laundry, running my kids all over town, mediating squabbles until bedtime, and the inability to sit down for 5 minutes without hearing “MOM!” being screamed from all corners of the house?
How do we as single moms, find time to take care of ourselves as well as our kids?
A good place to start is to put down that bag of chunky chocolate chip cookies, wipe the crumbs off your face, and ask yourself, “Who will take care of them when I’m gone?”
We become so busy with just getting through our daily routines that we forget our bodies have a shelf life. We don't know how much time we have, and as single moms, especially, in order to fulfill our duties to our children we need to be diligent in taking care of ourselves first (that concept has always sounded backwards, but given my current situation it makes sense).
I don't feel I’m in a place to give health advice, as I am an overweight, 35-year-old pre-diabetic who would just assume dive bomb a Chinese food buffet rather than drink a kale smoothie for lunch, but I think the first step here is to find an accountability partner. That may be a relative or a friend (another single mom) who will hold me accountable for taking care of me.
“Hey, friend, I don't think piling away quarter pounders is the best plan of action given your current condition.”
“Why, thank you, friend. You’re probably right.”
That's how that works.
2017. Find your accountability partner. Form a blood oath. Make a commitment…whatever it takes.
I am currently accepting applications for an accountability partner. This is not for the squeamish. It could get ugly. Someone will cry (most likely me). Only the serious need to apply.
I also have a membership to Planet Fitness, and I can take a friend anytime I want.