Five months ago, I birthed a beautiful baby girl. It was magical, painful, heavenly and just plain joy. I would like to say that was the best day of my life, but every day just keeps getting richer and better.
Now, back at work and trying to balance it all, I talked with a coworker about how much we ate at a (vegan) work potluck today. Later that afternoon, I ventured off to my last (breastmilk) pump session of the day. As the bottles were filling up with “liquid gold,” I thought to myself:
My body is pretty spectacular. And to think, I once hated it.
I was 200+ pounds, scarred with stretch marks. I would look in the mirror, grabbing the excess fat around my hips, stomach and thighs. I would think the worst thoughts about my image.
And then there was running. Running saved my life! It made me a believer, showed me who I am, and ignited a passion in me for health. But most of all, running took my attention away from the strive for a perfect image, and put it on celebrating all the glorious things my body could do: run 26 miles, climb stairs, lift heavy couches.
As a new mom, my body has proven yet again it is more than an image to maintain. It is the sole source of vegan plant-based nutrition for my adorable baby girl. It is the strength to carry a 20 pound baby in one arm and bags of groceries in the other. My body is roots grounded in the earth giving new life and energy to the world.
Running is still very much a part of my life, and I hope to continue blogging about my family fitness endeavors. Because I won’t be running marathons until my nursing relationship is over with my daughter, I have decided to deactivate this blog very soon. I have been asked to blog about vegan pregnancy and being a vegan mom on PETA’s website, which gave me the idea to start a mommy blog of my own. As soon as I get that new blog home up and running, I will come back here and share.
Thank you to everyone who has supported me through the years, lifted me up, read my journey and shared yours.
My very best,