On my first trip to New Orleans after Hurricane #Katrina this airport was a ghost town. And for several years after that it was eerie in here at certain times of the day and night.
Today it was bustling with travelers from around the world. All the stores are open. New restaurants smelling tasty.
#Comebacks . I love them. New Orleans has been my favorite restaurant city for 25 years. Now my respect is at a whole other level for the Crescent City.
Your life may look like a war zone today. Hang on in there. You’ve got another comeback in you. Even if everybody else says it’ll never be the same.
It won’t. It’ll be better.
Sherry, I’m coming at ya!
My post surgery legs and day 8 of my reset button. I’m going in deep today so fasten your seatbelts this is completely transparent as promised. I should want to burn my crutches already...and possibly this brace too, right? That’s the expected consensus for a fitness girl like me I’m sure. However, I feel the opposite and I’m shocked and a tad bit shameful that I’m not AS grief stricken as I think I should be... it’s a strange counter intuitive pull in the opposite direction. Sure I miss just about everything that I could do before the injury AND yes I want to be outside enjoying the summertime mountain trails and at this point when I can finally have a shower it will feel like a trip to the day spa, but I’m also a fitness girl who was a single mom and a one woman multiple fitness business owning show for the majority of my last 12 years in the industry. I am a super rare case of someone who is lucky enough to make a living from my passion and purpose, but with that also means that the stakes were high. Perform, compete, and pushing my body’s limits were my daily mindset. The pressure of “walking the walk” is really in my industry “looking the walk”. I connected my ability to earn money with my ability to look “Uber fit” (which was never enough and in my mind I could always be leaner, more muscular, have a smaller waist, the list goes on and on). At some point down the line it became even more important than my own personal health, strength and athletic ability. All of that suffered and I lost precious time because it consumed me and my thoughts. My inner self doubting voice whispered and sometimes screamed, “If you don’t look a certain way you can’t provide” which was my reality back then.
My reality was dark and lonely at times. Consumed by the fear of not being ENOUGH fitness became a chore instead of my life’s work and passion.
(*** in true transparency as promised I’ll revisit this topic and more on my dark days later through this journey as I heal)
Circling back around to my current couch bound situation; let’s be clear fitness is and always will be my jam. (see the rest in comments)