Started From the Bottom (of a tub of ice cream) Now We're Here

Last Friday, I skipped my fifth workout in row. Instead of crushing my scheduled cardio circuit, I crushed nearly an entire half gallon of ice cream. #becausegoals. Granted, this feat didn’t happen in one sitting. It took several trips to the freezer over the course of the day (and night) to polish off that bad boy. As I stared into the bottom of the empty carton, a wave of disappointment rolled through me— I reeeeally wished there was more ice cream. #realtalk. It was at that very moment that I came to terms with how far off-track I had allowed myself to wander. After all, it wasn’t just this single indiscretion that derailed several months of healthy eating and exercise habits. It rarely ever is just ONE thing that does it. I didn’t fall off the bandwagon as much as I gradually slipped closer and closer to edge, week after week, until my feet were dragging in the dirt as I clung tightly to the tailgate and the notion that I was still all-in, “just taking it easy for a bit”, but nope. In that instant, I realized that the bandwagon was long gone and I was left face down in the mud.

At that point, it would have been easy to just say “screw it” and surrender into a downward spiral of no f**k$ given. I’ve gone that route before. Maaannny a time. But not this time. Instead of staying down on myself, I got up the next morning, laced-up for an easy 3-miler, then signed-up for the Honolulu Marathon.

In the words of Big Sean, “Last night I took an L, but tonight I bounce back”.

To keep myself accountable, I decided to blog this shizzz. So join me on my journey across the finish line as I share my story as an upper 30-something mother, wife, Yoga Teacher, Fitness Instructor, defected brewvangelist, and wannabe marathoner living in Honolulu, where #itsAlwaysSommerTime.

And just so we’re clear: I vow to keep it real. I will NOT sugarcoat this shit. I am prepared to share the highs, the lows, the wins, and the blows. You have my word.

Now, let’s hit the ground running.

In Love & Light,

Sommer Nicole Elias