Hi friends,
This week has been… a doozy.
It started with Adina throwing up on the airport floor as we were boarding our flight back to Barbados. And for the record, I usually have lightning-fast mom reflexes — catching kids mid-fall, stopping spills, intercepting chaos before it happens.
Not this time.
She had been saying she felt nauseous for about an hour, but I chalked it up to a 6am flight and a tired body feeling off. Then she looked at Micah, standing in front of her, said “move,” and… bleh.
I’m pretty sure I yelled “NOOOOO” in slow motion while standing there completely frozen in disbelief. đź«
And that, friends, was just the start of the week.
What followed was a collection of mystery ailments:
• an ear infection
• a mysterious rash
• and one thing I’ll spare you the details of — let’s just say de-worming every few months is one of those “fun facts they don’t put in the brochure” about tropical island living 🌴
I’ve felt like the mother of a newborn again. No full nights of sleep. That jolt-awake feeling when someone is suddenly staring at you in the dark? Still creepy. Still hate it.
I wanted to move my body this week — badly — but honestly, I just didn’t have the energy. And when I finally made it back to the gym today? Oof. It was humbling.
My gym buddy and I both took about three weeks off, and we were laughing (through the struggle) about how hard it is to start again. I dropped the weight — and my ego — on every single exercise. And as I’m writing this, I’m seriously considering a nap just to finish the email.
So much for those New Year’s resolutions, right?
But here’s the thing — and this is where the lesson comes in.
This is exactly why corrective exercise matters.
When life throws up on the airport floor (literally or metaphorically), your body doesn’t need punishment. It needs support. It needs a way back in that doesn’t involve “pushing through,” ignoring signals, or pretending you didn’t just run on fumes for a week.
One of the biggest themes I’m seeing with clients lately — new and long-time — is reconnecting to the breath.
Breath is foundational.
Especially after travel.
Especially after the holidays.
Especially when routines get flipped upside down.
And I saw that come to life this week when I started my in-person corrective exercise class with a wonderful group of moms. We had nine women in class, all showing up with different stories, different bodies, and the same need: to slow down, breathe, and rebuild from the inside out.
That’s the magic. Not flashy workouts. Not “doing more.” Just learning how to listen again.
If you’re feeling stuck…
If you’re dealing with pain or injury…
If you don’t even know what “connect to your breath” is supposed to mean…
Hit me up. I’m your girl.
A free consultation is one of the best ways to start the year with clarity instead of confusion — a plan that actually fits your body and your life. Fill out the form HERE and I'll reach out to set up a time.
You deserve an amazing year — and it doesn’t have to start perfectly. It just has to start supported.
Love,
Coach Joanie đź’›
I'll spare you all the pics of taken of mysterious rashes this week and share this shot of our hummingbird at sunset instead. (You're welcome!)
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