By fighting difficult seasons, I've come to resent difficulties. Through resentment, I can become bitter. And in bitterness, I consciously or unconsciously turn and blame God when I’ve had enough.
After a few weeks of doing some at-home workouts, aside from being “sore” a few days in a row, I saw very little results from my sweaty workouts.
My husband assured me that “these things” took time. He was quite the professional at this point in coaching and encouraging me through any postpartum woes. We just had our third child. But I wanted some sort of results. Anything to motivate me to keep at it.