I don't often share personal emails I receive from moms however this one really touched me. And this story just had to be told (& yes she gave me permission) I wanted to share it for many reasons but most of all because Laura is like most moms, like me and like YOU. She found inspiration and you can too! It is my prayer that this will show you how MMF is for all moms regardless of your shape, size or fitness level. The most common reasons I hear moms tell me why they do not attend MMF class are; I am not a runner, I would never be able to keep up, I saw the class the other day it looked so hard. I want you to know MMF instructors are trained in how to keep classes together and they will not leave you behind. In fact if you have ever attended a class I was the instructor at you may have heard me sing the cadence We started together... We finish together... We leave no one behind. Rest assured You do not need to be the most fit mom to take our class we are experts at managing variations of fitness levels and have a variety of classes. But don't take my word for it, look at Laura's before and after pictures and read this beautiful email she sent me below.
I met you in 2009 at MOPs at Berean. We were both pregnant. I remember hearing other women say that you were teaching fitness classes and I couldn't wrap my mind around how you could. My pregnancy wasn't a walk in the park, but the mere thought of exercise was the furthest thing from my mind at the time. After I had my son, I tried to exercise on my own, but you know how it is... there wasn't a real motivation other than to leave the house. I remember seeing signs for Mommy and Me and thinking that it either wouldn't work financially or with my son's extreme schedule. I was grateful to be pregnant a week after his first birthday since my fat belly which constantly drew speculation could finally be round for a reason.
By mid-January, (9 months after the birth of my second child) I was in a pattern of self-loathing that was so bad I didn't leave my home, I didn't look at myself in the mirror, I refused to have my photo taken and I wore my husband's clothes. I saw a friend at MOPs one meeting and we got to talking about our bellies since we both had terrible separations. She looked like she was losing inches and I could tell she was happy. When I asked her what was going on, she told me she was being faithful to the MMF classes and encouraged me to attend that night's class. I told her I would think about it. She called me. She texted me. She called me again. And she was waiting for me outside the building when I pulled up. God told her to do that. If she hadn't been there and waved to me, I would have told her I couldn't find the place and just driven on home. I only barely survived that class. The instructor introduced Burpees. 75 of them. I cried almost the entire drive home. Once again, it was several days before I could walk comfortably.
Then Brooke announced she was going to offer the personal training. I worked with her for almost 10 weeks. I cried a lot. I told her I couldn't handle workouts. I realized how much mindless snacking I did. However. By the end of the first month my strength had changed. I realized it one night when all of a sudden it hit me that I had made it almost 45 minutes into the class time without feeling like I was going to pass out. I grinned like a fool as we jumped our way to 200 jumping jacks because I had finally gotten over that first hump of difficulty in exercising. I worked with Brooke February and March. In April I hardly worked out at all since I was in PT for a dislocated knee cap. I started back to class at the beginning of May and have been working my endurance back up again. Because Brooke had me write down my measurements, I got curious yesterday to see the quantitative changes. This is 4 months of work that I thought you'd like to see!
I lost 9.5 inches all over my body!
I dropped 11 pounds!
Here's what I've been a little freaked out about: When I started this at the end of January, I could put my entire hand into the space in my belly... when I flexed the muscles I did have, there was space on either side of 4 fingers. Today, when I did it, TWO FINGERS!!!!!!!!! This means when the OB checked me in April that I was right to remind myself that she had no idea where I had come from before pronouncing me the worst she'd ever seen. I am just over-the-moon thrilled by this! Honestly, I have just been thanking God over and over for this program, for Brooke's training, for my friend, standing outside that night waiting for me! She and I were talking about it yesterday. It had to have been God that made her stand out there!
I truly feel like I've been saved. I'm not being dramatic, this is my honest feeling on the matter. Everyday I had to force myself out of bed because I hated my body so much. When I am struggling through a workout, I pray. One night, I felt like I was praying like I do when in labor because I was so weak and needed strength to get through. I feel like a whole new person now. I wish I could bottle up this feeling of worth and strength and hand it out. I still have a lot of work to do, but it's ok. I am not overwhelmed by it and I'm not unrealistic about what I can do. I've set my goals and I'm learning what my body needs nutritionally to be strong.
Thank you for starting this. Thank you for recruiting the instructors you did because each one has touched my life in a different way.
UPDATE SINCE THIS LETTER: Laura is so excited to share that her diastase is now closed and she has found her personal strength as a motivation to keep exercising and working toward each goal! Laura has challenged herself in many different races. If you didnt get to read her account of running the warrior dash, check it out here.