I can remember in the last couple of months of my pregnancy with Sophia, my second baby, how I marched around my house barking at anyone who would listen...whether it was my husband, my toddler or even if just the walls, that I WOULD have a nice figure again. Some people might call it vain while others could relate to exactly how I was feeling. Absolutely I was beyond excited to meet the new love of my life but as most women will tell you, the last bit of time, can be so uncomfortable and challenging...both physically and emotionally; and for me, it was. It was a constant roller coaster of emotions and I was determined to take control. During the last few weeks of my pregnancy I had masterminded a plan and created a specific timeline on how and when I would workout and be back to my ‘pre-babies’ body again; feeling sexy, strong and confident.
Usually every session starts the same with women filing in one by one or sometimes in pairs as they shuffle into class trying to manage the heavy weight of their dumbbells and the weight of the world on their shoulders. As we all start to exchange smiles, greetings and rants about the hours before, a sense of unity and comfort among the 16 or so women ensues. Like a dark cloud of a passing storm, the stress that just minutes prior hung over many of their heads is now starting to drift off as class was about to begin. Most would expect me to go on and say, it was another ordinary night at Fit Camp, except every night at Fit Camp is nothing short of extraordinary and this night would be no different.
So troubling is a mirror that gives a multitude of sighs and not one single reflection, this was her mirror, the broken mirror. She looked in it daily hoping for a different view but with one deep breath as heavy as the weight of the world that laid on her shoulders, she walked away hanging her head in disappointment every time. She sloppily threw on clothes which most times were big and baggy in whatever color she grabbed. For her, she found no purpose in spending time trying to look pretty because after all, her reflection was one that did not exist and there was just no point of making the effort.