by Kelsey Fields
School has officially started in the Fields household and all I can say is WOW. I feel like I’m drowning in an ocean full of 5th grade math homework and anchor charts, and just as I reach out and grab the life preserver I get hit by a bus that knocks me backward into a pit of commitments and children’s activities. I mean come on! At least it could be an ocean full of ice cream. But it’s not. It’s really not. I am currently in the midst of a 30-day clean eating plan and I CAN’T EVEN EAT MY FEELINGS.
I was on the phone with my girlfriend Lisa and she reminded me what I was taking on. I just started my first year of teaching. I know all my teacher friends always told me how much they work outside of the school day, but boy did I underestimate it. I am also, as mentioned above, doing a round of Whole 30, about to start teaching insanity once a week AND training for another half-marathon in October. Oh and by the way, you’ve met my two boys and my husband, right? Yeah…I have to keep them alive and fed while managing to make sure they have clean underwear because heaven forbid Max have to wear his Superman underpants if Spider-Man is dirty.
Long story short, she reminded me of all these commitments and activities I am partaking in, and before she hung up she told me to give myself grace. That phone call was a few weeks ago. I heard what she had to say, but honestly, I knew I could manage. I was strong enough to balance it all.
Things were going fine, I fell into bed every night exhausted, but I was managing. Then it happened. Blake bringing home donuts happened. Blake decided to go out and do this really nice thing so I wouldn’t have to make breakfast for the boys after my 4:45 A.M. Run. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that I couldn’t eat donuts, and to his surprise and mine, we found out that these donuts were the sprinkles that broke his wife’s back.
I cried. I cried a lot, and I don’t cry. So Blake has this box of donuts and is just kind of staring at me in horror while I’m having this breakdown. And while I was sobbing on the floor over some mediocre donuts, the heavens parted, I heard angels sing and Lisa’s voice come through loud and clear. Give. Yourself. Grace. So I did.
Here’s what giving myself grace has looked like:
- If I don’t have a training run for my half on the schedule, it’s a rest day
- I only do school work after the kids are in bed so I can make the most of our time together
- I only stay late at school one night a week
- I’m in bed by 10 P.M. No matter what
- Max and Blake have more responsibilities around the house to lessen my load
- We spend one day each weekend devoted to a special activity with the kids
So this month’s fitness article is not about how to squeeze in a ten-minute workout into your already crazy day or why working out and your health should be a priority above all else. It’s about how to use those ten minutes in a way that refreshes your soul and brings joy to your life. Some days that may be a ten minute run. Other days it may look like laying on your belly in the basement while trying to tell Edward and Thomas trains apart because your three year-old is very stern when it comes to calling the trains by their right name. Listen to your body and heart and fill those ten-minutes with whatever brings you peace.
When you look around after a 12-hour workday and all you see is a laundry pile that rivals Mt. Everest, give yourself grace. When you stare at the empty pantry and choose McDonald’s over grocery shopping, give yourself grace. When you’re aiming for 9:30 pace on your long weekend run and your body is telling you it can’t go any faster, give yourself grace. When you’re feeling like a bad mom who can’t find a balance between work and home life, give yourself grace. And eat the freaking donut.
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Kelsey is a stay-at-home mom and just recently completed her degree in elementary education. She is a Beachbody certified Insanity instructor, avid runner and yoga enthusiast.
When she is not working out, you will find her cheering on the Denver Broncos, substitute teaching and spending time with her family. She is wife to Blake and mom to busy 2 year-old son Max and soon to be one-year-old, Mick.