What's a Sporty Crunchy Mommy?
You might be sporty if…
You wear bike shorts to the grocery store on the regular.
You don’t remember the last time you wore a dress, a blazer, or even jeans… (double-check if you are a mommy).
You spend more $$ on a triathlon kit than a business suit or more on a bike than a car.
You shower 2-4 times a day. Think pre-swim, post-swim, pre-office, post-workout one, post-workout two, etc….
Your hair always smells like chlorine.
Your go-to accessory is a fitness tracker.
You own more sneakers and/or bike shoes than dress shoes.
You plan your life around your workouts.
You know your average resting heart rate, your VO2 Max, and maybe even your average heart rate variability. You totally geek out on this stuff.
Your Instagram feed is full of pics of biking, swimming, running, lifting, yoga, etc…
You might be crunchy if…..
You make your own toothpaste, coconut milk, sunscreen, cleaning supplies, etc….
You own a food dehydrator.
You consume or slather yourself with coconut oil every single day… in fact, it’s your cure-all for just about anything.
Your primary care is either a homeopath, naturopath, or acupuncturist.
Your medicine cabinet is full of vitamins, herbs, cell salts, and essential oils.
You choose to pay more money to buy organic produce at your local co-op than the organic produce at Whole Foods.
You stock up on nasal salts, ear candles, oil of oregano, cod liver oil, and bone broth to prepare for cold and flu season.
You not only filter your drinking water of fluoride, chlorine, and other chemicals, but the water you bathe in too.
You drank (and made) kombucha before you could buy it at the grocery store.
You can’t help but tell your friend exactly what that Big Mac, candy bar, pop tart etc… is doing to their bodies (in gruesome detail).
You might be a mommy if….
Going to the grocery store by yourself feels just as luxurious as a pedicure.
You can and willingly catch puke in your hand with cat-like reflexes.
You never poop alone….. ever again!
You walk around all day with a dried booger on your shirt and when someone points it out you go “meh”.
You ask everyone, including adults, if they "have to pee before we go".
You have a margarita at 5pm and proceed to call all our friends without kids and invite them to go dancing that night. At 8pm you’re like zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Breakfast, lunch, or dinner ends up being a combination of all the food your kid has half-eaten and left in the fridge.
You tear up at sappy commercials, or sob like a baby if those commercials involve kids being hurt or sad.
You look at the washing machine settings and wonder to yourself, “whoever washes a small load?”
You love more deeply than you ever imagined. Nothing prepares you for the intense love and connection you feel for a child…no matter how much they stress you out.