I love baking, or I should say I loved baking. I pretty much stopped completely when I realized my kids were just as picky as my husband about sweets. If they didn’t eat them...then I would, and my diet didn’t allow bread or sweets. I got home from the gym and baked a million mini muffins. It was therapeutic. I just put on some music and zoned out. If the kids eat them, great. If not, I might eat a few. No big deal. As I was dancing around my kitchen measuring flower and mixing, I made a decision. I tend to be a “go big or go home” person. I typically workout 5-6 times a week. Often twice a day. Don’t get me wrong. I love working out, but it was definitely in hopes of achieving a certain look. I’ll do this for months, then something would happen. I would get sick. The kids would get sick, ect. I won’t work out for a month. Hate myself. Start all over. Working out this much leaves me with very limited time, especially as a mom. I didn’t have time for baking (not that my diet allowed it anyways). Also, if you have followed me for a while you know I bought a sewing machine in January. I was teaching myself and I loved it. Do I spend 2 hours teaching myself to sew? Or 2 hours at the gym? The gym always won. When you’re bombarded by images and messages saying there is no reason you can’t have a “perfect body,” you start to believe it. Obviously you need to have a super strict diet and workout for hours on end. That doesn’t leave much time to enjoy other things. So, as I was baking today I decided I would limit my workouts to 3-4 times a week, so I could have time to do other things I enjoy. The decision does makes me anxious. I see moms who have had six kids and have flat tummies and think, I should be able to look like that...but at what cost? So, if you know me personally, be expecting some goody bags to be coming your way.
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