Growing up, I thought working out was for losing weight. I would “punish” myself if I ate “bad” or if I didn’t like how I looked in the mirror with exercise. It took me a long time to find joy in movement and shift the purpose of exercise to the mindset of a privilege and celebration. I’m still on my journey to falling back in love with movement after my last baby, but I know my girls are watching. So some days I’m walking, I’m cycling, I’m dancing, but I’m hope they learn to experience movement more positively than I did.