My husband and I just completed a round of Whole30. It wasn’t the first time we have completed the program, but it was the first time we completed it in a long time. We have been off the rails with our food choices for more than two years. Once I got pregnant with our son, all bets were off. Once the baby got here, I thought I would go back to my usual eating habits. But everything had changed.
Finding time to make a meal was tough with a newborn in the house. Fast forward to Labor Day Weekend 2022, and we were both struggling with weight gain, brain fog and my anxiety and stress were maxed out. We committed to the Whole30, and we both saw great results. We lost weight. We felt better, had sustained energy. No brain fog. And my stress level, while still full of stressors, was manageable. I didn’t feel like I was drowning in my work life/home life balancing act.
These non-scale victories are what led me to having a renewed interest in exploring mindfulness and meditation. My therapist encouraged me to meditate awhile ago to help manage my stress levels. I’m a working parent with a demanding job, and I am recovering perfectionist and people-pleaser. I’ve done a lot of work over the last year to become aware of how certain things mess up my delicate ecosystem and cause more stress and anxiety.
My venture of 30 days of cleaning eatings made me wonder what benefits I would see from 30 days of meditation and mindfulness. I have the Calm app on my phone. It’s great if you have no idea where to start, which is where I’m starting. Not sure I will always use guided meditation, but I’ve used it before and enjoy “The Daily Trip” meditations with Jeff Warren. So I’m starting with something this journey with something that is accessible to me and has a positive association in my brain. I don’t want to make this any more difficult than it will be.
Things I’m hoping to see/get out of my Mindful30.
Clarity
Better manage stress when it comes in big doses
Better sleep
Sense of calm
10 minutes of quiet time (if you have a toddler, you understand this.)
Cultivate more gratitude
Less anxiety in general
Honestly, I don’t really know what to expect. Maybe that’s the best thing for me right now. I do plan to document each meditation session in my journal. I will note the time of day and location so I note any correlations to better/worse sessions. I will share any themes, feelings, etc. that emerge during the next 30 days.
Cheers to a Mindful30.
Would you ever do a Mindful30 Challenge? Leave a comment with something you’d hope to learn during your Mindful30.
There’s a lot of things about motherhood we never talk about. I was surprised by the amount of “hard things” nobody told me before becoming a mom. We tend to wear these things like badges of honor. Like the newborn stage and toddlerhood defines us.
And for a while, it does.
We are Mom. We solve problems, wipe faces, clean up dishes and toys and cups and dirty clothes. We give hugs and kisses and rub backs and rock babies to sleep. We become everything to our littles.
But we don’t talk about how the season of littles is hard. It’s exhausting. It’s draining. It’s all-consuming. And as much as I love my boy, sometimes I just want to be alone in a quiet room where nobody needs anything from me for several hours.
Enter therapy.
While my circumstances are unique, I decided I needed to speak to someone about all the things swirling around in my head. I had a nine month old at the time, and I was transitioning from breastfeeding to formula. I had no idea I was going to have my biggest hormone shifts since birth when I quit breastfeeding, but there I was in the thick of it. I was working full-time, mostly from home, but planning my transition back to the office.
And I simply couldn’t “hang in there” without help. My postpartum anxiety was at an all-time high. COVID was raging in our community. I just couldn’t get myself under control. I was miserable, and I knew I needed something to give me a push out of the funk I was in. To help me think through who I was and what I wanted.
So I made an appointment, filled out an informational form and went to meet my fate in therapy.
Why do we struggle so much to take steps to help ourselves? I kept thinking I would get over it or bounce back. But I just didn’t.
I sat down across from this stranger, my therapist, and told her things I had never told anyone. I told her my fears, my dreams, my insecurities, my hopes for the future, my past experiences. I told her everything.
It was liberating.
She helped me find freedom and acceptance in myself. She gave me language to help me understand what I was feeling. She helped me work through scenarios. She talked me through one of the toughest seasons of my life.
What if you gave yourself permission let go of your preconceived notions and tried therapy?
It could really help you figure some stuff out. If you go and you don’t have a great vibe with the first therapist you try, ask them for a referral. They won’t be offended. Good therapists want you to get help, even if it’s not from them.
If you are struggling or something feels off or you don’t feel quite like yourself as you settle into motherhood (or anytime), get yourself a therapist. I have a great one, and I gladly give out her information to anyone who asks or who I think would be open to hearing my story.
I still see mine twice a month. I look forward to going, even when it’s emotionally difficult to talk through hard things. It’s become a lifeline in my current season of motherhood, working full-time and trying to “do it all.”
In Brene Brown’s Dare to Lead, she talks about this idea of stories we tell ourselves when we freak out. It’s like we don’t have all the info or the answers to our questions, so our brain fills in the blanks with whatever crazy, scary thing we can think of. Then, these stories usually spiral out of control, making us feel sick and terrible and anxious.
Yesterday, I had a moment where the story I told myself was one where I couldn’t take on a new project at work. It’s too big. I’m at capacity. I’m overwhelmed. I’m on the verge of burnout. I’m not ready. I’m whatever, whatever, whatever. The list went on and on until I realized I was spiraling out of control. I called my work mentor and asked him to talk me off the self-made ledge.
This got me thinking about all the things we tell ourselves as we go through our days, and how much power they can wield over us, if we aren’t careful in reeling our minds in.
Let me elaborate on other stories I’ve been telling myself lately.
This body should be “back to normal.” It’s been 17 months since you had that baby. Things should be back to the way they were.
Me to Myself
This story started creeping in as we prepared for our first family beach trip since we became a family of three. Why do we do this? It’s maddening. Like my body is the only thing about me that is interesting or beautiful or lovable. I hate this story so much. It’s such a power stealer. Just take the wind right out of your sails.
The weekends leading up to our beach trip I would try on my new “mom” bathing suits and judge my postpartum body in my new one pieces. I’d tell myself the story of how I was nowhere near my former size, nowhere near as “cute,” nowhere near as attractive as I was before I had my child. Then, I would take the swim suits off and do it all over again the next weekend.
You can’t have a successful career you love AND be the mom you want to be to your child.
Me to Myself
My company has gone through a lot of change in the last year, and more is coming. It’s coming so fast the story I tell myself is I can’t keep up. I can’t keep up with the pace of this change AND be the version of mom I want to be. I can’t achieve more at work AND be engaged at home. I can’t lead a team at work AND parent my child through toddlerhood. I can’t be the change-maker I want to be AND be home by 6 p.m. every night, make dinner, do bath time and tuck my son into bed.
Both things require so much mental, physical and emotional energy. And it’s impossible to give 100 percent to both work and parenting. And choosing what I give 100 percent to makes me feel miserable sometimes. Why can’t I do it all? Other working moms do.
These stories aren’t constantly on a loop in my head. They just show up sometimes when doubt creeps in or when my pants fit a little tighter than usual.
What happens when you change the story?
Here’s the the takeaway. The one thing I want you to carry with you from this whole thing.
The stories we tell ourselves are bullshit.
They come from a place of fear or shame or self-loathing. AND they aren’t true.
Nothing is wrong with my body. I can still have a career and strive for excellence and lead a team and change the world AND be a good, active, thoughtful mother to my son.
So let’s change the stories.
This body should be “back to normal.” is perfect like it is now. It’s been 17 months since you had that baby. Things should be back to are the way they are.
Me to Myself
I grew a person inside my body. She stretched and adapted and grew to bring the most perfect little boy into the world. That is a miracle. I am just as beautiful and lovable in this body I am in today. My body recovered from childbirth. She nursed a baby for nine months. She carried a baby for 9 months in the womb and now 17 months earth-side.
I recently started working out because I want to honor her. I want to be strong. I want my son to see me take care of myself. I want the mental health attributes of working out. I want to know I am doing all I can to keep her healthy since she did so much for me during pregnancy and postpartum.
You can’t can have a successful whatever type of career you love want AND be the mom you want to be to your child was meant to have.
Me to Myself
This notion that women can’t have careers and be a good mom is just totally ridiculous. Please don’t put us in a box where we can only have one or the other. You can be a full-time working mom. You can be a part-time working mom. You can have a side hustle. You can be at stay-at-home mom. You can go to all the field trips. You can be the classroom mom. You can be a homeschool mom. You can be a home-cooked meals mom. You can be a pick-up-dinner-after-work mom.
You are only defined by the limits you draw for yourself.
Let me say that again.
You are only defined by the limits you draw for yourself.
For me, those limits change daily. Depending on my mental capacity, my workload, my home responsibilities, what my spouse can do to help lighten the load at home and childcare, my mom who comes on the weekends to help with my son, my mother-in-law who keeps my son while I work.
Some days, I just “keep the lights on.” I don’t start anything new. I don’t take on big work projects. I make easy foods. I rest during naps. I lean on my team. I read and consume mindlessness. I go to bed early.
Other days, I go for it. I have capacity to take on more work projects. I blaze a new path. I clean my house or do dishes during naps. I read and consume challenging media. I stay up and enjoy another episode or one more page.
Most days, it’s a combination of the two. Keeping the lights on in some areas of life, while going for it in others.
The story I tell myself is that is ok to have both. It is ok to rest and strive. It’s ok to just be.
Ever since Brad’s cancer diagnosis, I’ve been constantly consuming information. There’s a sense of helplessness and fear that come with not knowing what will happen. Instead of allowing myself to be totally consumed by that fear, I’ve decided to control what we can control.
In order to do that, I need information, and I’ve been choosing to get it from lots of different resources. So I thought I would share some of those with you, in case you need the empowerment, too.
Resource No. 1: People
You need to find other people who have been through what you are going through. Maybe it’s not the same cancer or symptoms or whatever, but walking the journey is easier with other people.
Finding people who have faced the fear of doctors, follow-ups, surgery, chemo, radiation and all the things in-between gives you an advantage on what questions to ask, doctors to find (or avoid), clinic etiquette, parking and where to find coffee or snacks.
Lean on those people. Let them help you and comfort you in your time of need. Then, pay it forward. Because I promise you, you will learn lots of tips and tricks that will help someone else in the future.
Resource No. 2: Books
This has been my sweet spot. I’ve got books upon books upon books. I’m reading anything I can get my hands on about nutrition. Some books are competing theories on nutrition. Some are diet-specific. Some are cookbooks. Some are personal stories of cancer survivors.
I can tell you a couple key things I’ve learned from all the reading.
Added sugars and artificial sugars are MEGA bad for you, as in they ping the same place in the brain as heroine and cocaine.
Processed foods are linked to all kinds of health issues i.e. cancer, heart disease, autoimmune disease, diabetes, autism, etc.
Dark leafy greens are the superheros of the vegetable world.
Berries are the best fruits because they are high in antioxidants and have a lower glycemic index than other fruits.
Fats are not the enemy. Your brain runs on good fats like avocado, coconut oil, MTC oil, olive oil.
What you eat affects the microorganisms that live in your digestive tract. This is part of emerging science, but studying the gut will become mainstream in the very near future because gut health is linked to your immune system.
Knowing where your food comes from let’s you have more control over what goes into it.
Diet is a loaded word, in my opinion. Keto, paleo, vegetarian, whatever. It’s about how you feel. Once you’ve done your research and gain some understand of how food is sourced, processed, etc., you should use different diets as guidelines, not the word. Each body is different. It needs different things based on each person’s genetic makeup, microbiome, stressors and disease. Experiment until you find what works for you.
It’s not a fine science. It’s just research. What makes sense to us might not make sense to you. It may not be for you, and that’s ok. You can find what is for you.
Resource No. 3: Weekly Grocery Shopping
“Let food be thy medicine.”
It’s an ancient proverb. Food is powerful. It can build you up or tear you down. What you put in is a direct reflection of what you get out. So I challenge you to make good choices each week.
Cook at home.
Eat those veggies.
Cut back on the starch.
Please, please limit your added sugar intake. It really is in everything so read your labels. Check those ingredient lists.
Be an advocate for yourself. Vote with your dollars on the products that fuel your health. On the brands that are transparent.
I wrote about this once before, but it’s just so important I had to say it again. What you put on your body is just as important as what you put in your body. There is very little regulation on what chemicals can be used in the products you use every day.
Go watch Stink! on Netflix. Then, let’s talk. Because, girl, I’ll tell you what is happening ain’t right. No, ma’am.
Companies and Brands I trust with what I know/research/info available right now:
Note: None of these companies, brands, authors, etc. asked me to endorse their products or work. I did not get compensated for this post. These are the things that have worked for us so far, and I hope you find it helpful.
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