Lately, I’ve come to fully accept that I want it all—so that means I have to do it all. Not alone, of course.

I’ve also realized that I like doing things a certain way, and if I can’t do them that way, I tend to do nothing at all. Over time, this mindset has led me to a place of inaction. But recently, I’ve been inspired to shift my approach—oddly enough, by how we’ve handled our daughter being a picky eater.

At first, we were frustrated. Why wasn’t she eating full meals anymore? We fought it, stressed over it, and then finally let it go. Instead of focusing on every single meal, we zoomed out. The goal became making sure she got a well-rounded diet over the course of a week rather than obsessing over each plate. Some days, she’d survive on berries and air (and my despair). Other days, she’d fuel herself on two bananas and a rice cake. We kept offering balanced options, and by Friday, she had usually eaten a little bit of everything.

That mindset shift clicked for me—I can apply the same principle to my own life. Some weeks, the kids take priority; other weeks, I might focus more on myself. Not everything has to happen every single day. Instead of stressing over rigid routines, I’m learning to take a step back and aim for balance over time.

This applies to my workouts, too. Maybe I can’t follow a perfect schedule—upper body on Tuesdays, lower body on Wednesdays—but I can move. If I can fit in 20-30 minutes of different workouts throughout the week, by the end, I’ll have worked my whole body. And that’s the real goal—movement.

The truth is, my schedule will never fully settle. Andre and I both work. Instead of chasing perfection, I’m choosing to take action. Right now, I finally feel ready to push myself physically, and I’m eager to do so.