My parents rescued me almost 7 weeks ago. I was a stray and now I have a loving home. I know a lot of commands, I don't bark much, and I wiggle my butt a ton. My mom calls me #wonderboywyatt . I'm happy to be apart of a family!
Smiling and breathing. These are the SIMPLE things.
Exercising and serving. These are the SIMPLE things.
Being grateful and gracious. These are the SIMPLE things.
Acting with humility. Acting with courage. These are the SIMPLE things.
Some people try to make this business of living too complicated. (Resilience)
This weekend completely filled my cup.
My marriage is better because of coaching.
My body is better because of coaching.
My relationships are better because of coaching.
My future is better because of coaching.
My mindset is better because of coaching.
You make excuses of why you can't, but maybe you should start to think about why you should.
This journey has taught me to APPRECIATE the simple things in life.
There are people who talk about and then those who actually do it. Let's be real: moving across the country was freaking scary. It was hard. Last year, I struggled so much with feeling homesick and lonely. However, change requires growth. Growth is HARD. Erik and I have fallen in love with Northern California. I mean, how could you not love it here?! #norcal#northerncalifornia#sanfrancisco#goldengatebridge#kirbycove
I got the most inspiring text from a new coach/a challenger of mine.
She told me she had such self-control when she went out to dinner FOR THE FIRST time and took home half her meal for leftovers.
I have a C O N F E S S I O N.
Yesterday, I ate an entire pizza.
The whole thing. 🍕+🍕+🍕+🍕+🍕+🍕 BEST PIZZA EVER, btw. I think pizza is LIFE.
The waitress was even impressed. 🤘
And then, I had a beer with it. 🍺
I'm not done.
I topped off my night with A FULL pint of Halo Top Creamery ice cream. 🍦
I'm not sure I'm impressed or what... Either way, y'all, life as a coach isn't all rainbows and butterflies. I over-indulge and pay for it later.
However, I remember a time would I would count ever single calorie and justify how much to eat because of guilt.
I used to workout for punishment and because I hated my body.
I used food as punishment as well.
Now, I don't.
Now, food and workouts aren't for punishment.
I'm bloated and feel gross, but it's not the end of the world.
I'm about to crush a good workout because I love myself and want to, not because I feel like I should because of how much I ate.
This journey is for you when you start to see this as more than punishment!