Mom’s Journey Back to Strength, Energy, and Self-Love
For a long time, I told myself I was just “busy.”
Busy with the kids. Busy with the house. Busy with everyone else’s needs.
There was always someone to care for, something to clean, something to fix. And somewhere in the middle of serving everyone else… I slowly stopped caring for myself.
It didn’t happen overnight.
It happened quietly. Gradually. One skipped walk. One rushed meal. One “I’ll start next week.” One more year of putting myself last.
Until one day I looked in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back at me.
My Wake-Up Call
I had been overweight — even obese — more than once in my life. I knew it. But I kept pushing the reality aside.
Then something hit me harder than I expected.
I realized I couldn’t fully enjoy my life anymore.
- I avoided photos
- I didn’t want to appear in family videos
- I struggled to walk long distances
- My feet hurt
- My back hurt
- I felt tired all the time
Even playing with my grandkids felt hard.
One day, I watched a video of a woman walking with difficulty because of her weight. I felt sorry for her. I thought, “That must be so hard.”
Then it hit me like a brick.
That woman was me.
I was looking at my own struggle.
And I knew, deep in my heart, I was getting close to a point of no return.
That wasn’t the life I wanted.
I Decided to Start — Immediately
No perfect Monday. No “next month.” No waiting for motivation.
I simply started.
I became more careful about what I ate. I moved my body more. I chose consistency over extremes.
I was alone on my journey, just me and Pinterest. Getting ideas from other ladies that was in my position. At the end I went with eggs. Lots of eggs and other proteins. I cut my sugar and starch. I never stop drinking coffee, I just start to drink coffee without milk or sugar and now I don’t like it any other way. And my wine… I love my wine… so I cut down to 1 or 2 glasses over the weekend. And lots of water.
But this was my personal priviness, Consult your doctor or a detrition for professional help.
Slowly, the weight began to come off.
10kg… 20kg… 30kg…
Then 50kg.
Eventually, 60kg.
Sixty kilograms.
Not just weight — but pain, exhaustion, and limitations lifted too.
What Changed (Besides the Scale)
The number wasn’t the most beautiful part.
The real change was how I felt.
- I could walk without pain
- My back stopped aching
- I had energy again
- I could play freely with my family
- I didn’t hide from cameras anymore
- I could walk into any store and know clothes would fit
I felt alive again.
Why Moms So Often Put Themselves Last
Here’s something I’ve learned: many moms don’t “let themselves go” because they don’t care.
They let themselves go because they care too much about everyone else.
We sacrifice sleep. We skip meals. We finish leftovers. We say, “I’ll eat later.” We choose convenience because we’re exhausted.
We tell ourselves we don’t have time.
But here’s the truth I had to learn the hard way:
You cannot pour from an empty cup.
If mom is constantly tired, hurting, or sick, the whole family feels it.
Healthy Isn’t About Being Skinny — It’s About Being Strong
This journey wasn’t about chasing perfection or a dress size.
It was about being able to:
- Run with my kids
- Travel comfortably
- Enjoy life events
- Smile in photos
- Feel confident
- Grow older with strength
Health is freedom.
Simple Habits That Helped Me (No Extremes)
- Drinking more water
- Walking daily
- Eating more whole foods
- Reducing sugar and processed snacks
- Portion awareness
- Moving consistently instead of occasionally
- Getting enough sleep
Nothing fancy. Nothing expensive. Just steady, faithful choices.
A Gentle Word to Every Mom Reading This
If you feel tired… overwhelmed… or uncomfortable in your body… please hear me with kindness:
You deserve to feel good too.
Taking care of yourself isn’t selfish. It’s responsible.
Your children don’t need a perfect mom.
They need a healthy, present, energetic one.
Faith & Encouragement
“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit… Therefore honor God with your bodies.” – 1 Corinthians 6:19–20
Caring for your body is not vanity. It’s stewardship.
Final Thoughts
I didn’t change because I hated myself.
I changed because I loved my life too much to miss it.
If my story encourages even one mom to take that first small step, then it was worth sharing.
You are worth the effort. You are worth the time. And your health matters.
For a long time, I told myself I was just “busy.”
Busy with the kids. Busy with the house. Busy with everyone else’s needs.