The Words I Didn’t Even Know I Needed to Hear

Last night my husband said something to me that I didn’t even realize my heart needed to hear.

I don’t know exactly why I feel like sharing this today… but something about that moment stayed with me, and maybe someone else needs to hear it too.

Yesterday I came home from work tired. The struggling to keep up the pace kind of tired.

My day had started early like it usually does. I made my protein coffee shake, rushed out the door to my 9–5, and by the time I got home I barely had time to change before jumping into the virtual LIVE strength session we host inside our membership.

After that it was dinner, chicken and a sheet pan of veggies…chatting with my hubby and catching up while I made a couple extra meal prep bowls for the next day.

Just a normal day.

After dinner I headed downstairs to my little gym to hop on my walking pad to get my steps in, and catch up on group posts and emails.

But before I went down, he stopped me.

He looked me in the eye and said something I wasn’t expecting.

“I’m really proud of you, you know.”

I kind of laughed it off at first.

But he didn’t laugh.

He said, “No, really. I mean it. I’ve never known anyone in my life more determined than you.”

I paused, feeling the emotion creeping up.

He talked about how he sees how dedicated I’ve been this past year to my own health goals… showing up for my workouts, planning my meals. 

He talked about how much effort I put into growing my business so I can support other women to do this same work.

He sees the work.
He sees the commitment.

And the way he said it…with so much sincerity really hit 😭

It felt like this unexpected rush of pride and validation all at once. 

An actual physical welling in my chest as if I was finally allowing myself to feel the weight of everything I’ve been carrying and working toward these past few years. 

Maybe (ok,definitely) obsessively at times.

For a moment, I got to see myself through his eyes.

And for the first time in a long time… I allowed myself to feel proud.

Not because everything is perfect.
Not because I’ve “arrived.”

But because I’m still here.
Still showing up.
Still working toward the life I believe is possible.

I’m not at the finish line.
I’m just not willing to give up on myself anymore.

I’m not sharing this to toot my own horn.

I'm sharing because I know how often us ladies are really good at focusing on what we didn’t do.

The workout we missed.
The project we didn’t finish.
The thing we should have done better.

Rarely do we stop and acknowledge the strength it takes to just keep going.

Yesterday reminded me that I need to do that more.

To cheer myself on in the same way I encourage the women I support to do.

Because what I know to be true is that confidence isn’t something that magically appears one day. 

It’s built through the small promises you keep to yourself over time.

And that matters for something so much bigger than workouts or weight loss.

It matters for your dreams.
For the life you want to live.

I know so many women have dreams tucked away inside of them.

Dreams of feeling strong and confident in their bodies.
Dreams of building something meaningful.
Dreams of creating a life that actually feels like their own.

But we allow those old stories in our heads to keep us from taking action.

“You can’t do that.”
“You never stick with anything.”.
“It won’t work.”

And when we believe those stories…we stop ourselves before we even begin.

And honestly I realized that this might actually be the biggest part of what gives me so much purpose.

Helping women realize their own strength.

Not just weight loss.
Not just fitness.

But building the belief that a different life is possible.

A life where you trust yourself.
Where you go after what you want.
Where you stop letting your past attempts define what’s possible for your future.

Because the truth is… your life can change. But it starts with one decision.

You deciding that you’re not done yet. That you deserve more.

Start thinking about what is possible instead of putting limits on yourself because of what didn’t work before.
Stop expecting that it is going to look perfect and you need to be 100% every single day. 

Be willing to take the consistent, imperfect action it takes to change your life and start trusting yourself to keep going, even when it gets hard, or mundane, or it feels like things aren’t working fast enough.

Get support.
Start taking action.
Stop waiting.

I love this man so much.

He supports me wholeheartedly and always believes in me, sometimes even more than I do. 

And last night reminded me of something important:

The quiet strength we build by simply refusing to give up is what changes us.

p.s.

 One last thing…

Tell someone you love how proud you are of them.
They probably need to hear it more than you realize.