I actually didn't think to much about it at the time but at 5 am this morning when I awoke for no good reason (other than....you know) I remembered the comment and lo and behold the elusive blog post was born.
*insert trumpets here*
Incidentally enough, when I logged in today, I noticed two things. Blogger looks completely different and my last post was almost a month ago...but I digress.
It got me thinking about how much luck was involved in this whole scenario.
(And then I went looking for a photo of me from a few years ago and got sidetracked looking at the photos from my half marathon in Sept. Mental note: those shorts are not the most flattering and two words: "sports bra".)
Here's me in 2004. Yes, Kamden was about 3 months old, but truthfully, I did not shed the double chin I am sporting here until he was 3 years old.
How much of that process was luck, really?
Was it luck that made me make a change because I was unhappy?
Was it luck that made me change what and how much I ate?
Was it luck that started pushing me physically harder than I have ever pushed myself in my life?
News flash: Changing habits is hard and it was no easier for me than anyone else. I chose to make the changes and because I worked hard, I reaped the rewards.
I used to look at fit people and be green with envy. Then I got serious about my own habits and health and now I look at people both fit and on their journey to fit and am incredibly inspired.
It's a choice. The only luck involved is that I was and continue to be able and healthy enough to do so.