Recovery of a No Excuse Mom: The Anatomy of a Failure


Hello, No Excuse Mom world. My name is Lori. I am one of the original No Excuse Moms, but whether you remember me or not, doesn’t matter.
I have a confession to make. I fell off the wagon. And when I say “fell”, what I really mean is that I tumbled backward into the mud, rolled right under the back wheel and was trampled by the wagon behind me, too.
In 2013, when NEM started, I got into the best shape of my life. I was healthy and fit and my greatest motivators were to be a good example to my daughter, so she might not struggle with her weight like I have; and to break the cycle of unhealthy habits that has led to a myriad of preventable medical problems in my family. (Diabetes, obesity, high blood pressure, stroke, heart attacks, you name it.)
Then, in 2014, my life fell apart. My marriage of 10 years ended. I had no predictable income, my entire life was uprooted and mentally…. I was in the worst place of my life.
I wish I could say the problems ended there. I tried to get back onto the theoretical wagon, but every time I did, it felt like I fell further off.
Last year, I topped the scale at 178 pounds.
I was so sick of myself. I knew that I was eating terribly and I wasn’t really exercising, plus I just felt downright depressed.
Since then, I have slowly made little changes and have made my way back down to 165 pounds., but I am still about 30 pounds heavier than I was in 2013 and I KNOW it’s all fat and I KNOW that I lost muscle.
But I digress….
Over the last couple years, I spent so much time upset with myself because I failed so much.
My marriage failed.
My career dreams failed.
My ability to keep myself together emotional failed time and again.
My weight loss and fitness pursuits failed over and over and over again.
And I felt like I had failed as a No Excuse Mom.
But the funny thing about life is that you ultimately have another try each moment that you breathe.
And the biggest lesson about my life that I have learned since 2014, is that I am not defined by my failures.
Did my marriage fail? Yes.
Did I gain back all the weight I had lost before (and then some) and lose track of my physical fitness? Yes.
Is my whole life different than what I would have imagined for myself in my mid 30’s? Absolutely yes.
Facing so many perceived failures made me feel like I was a failure.
I defined myself by those frustrating things.
But although I have experienced failure, I am not a failure.
And if you’re reading this right now and you have experienced failure, trust me when I say this…
YOU are NOT a failure.
No matter how many mistakes you have made, you are not defined by those mistakes. You and I are so much more. And no matter how many mistakes we have made, it’s so easy to overlook the good things, the successes (no matter how small).
Join me as I take this newest No Excuse Mom challenge over the next 12 weeks and use it as a spring board to get back to myself. To begin making myself one of my many priorities. And continue to be a good example for my daughter, building a legacy of health in our little family.
The possibilities for us are endless.