Consistency isn’t about doing more—it’s about doing what’s sustainable for the season you’re in.
I’ve learned that the hard way.

As moms, we often want everything to be perfect. Perfect meals. Perfect workouts. Perfect routines. And when our bodies don’t respond the way we expect, we turn that frustration inward.

Why am I not losing weight when I’m eating “perfect” and exercising?
Then comes the spiral — giving up for a week, eating like garbage, and feeling guilty about it after. Sound familiar?

I swear I didn’t feel this way in my 30s.

Back then, I had more energy. I could run after kids all day and still hit the gym without thinking twice. Now, in my 40s — and likely in perimenopause — my body feels like it’s changing faster than I can keep up with.

Sleep has become a struggle. I cut coffee, and for a while, it helped. I had a few nights where my body felt rested — even if the data said otherwise. But then life happened.

Hockey tournaments. Development clinics. Rep B call-ups. Evening practices and games night after night. A full week without any real downtime. By Friday, my body had had enough.

Hot and cold flashes all night. Stress. Broken sleep. A snoring partner beside me. And yet, I kept pushing — through workouts, through exhaustion, through the go-go-go grind.

Until my body finally said, nope.

That day, consistency didn’t look like pushing harder.
It looked like taking a rest day.
It looked like choosing myself.
It looked like listening.

And that’s when I realized: consistency in your 40s isn’t about never stopping — it’s about knowing when to pause.

Consistency doesn’t mean doing the same thing every day anymore. It means adapting — to my energy, my sleep, my stress, and the season of life I’m in.

It means listening to my body and treating that as my primary form of data, instead of letting apps, numbers, and streaks decide how I show up. Those tools still have a place, but they’re no longer in charge. My body tells me what I need far more clearly.

Some weeks still don’t go as planned. I have a bad week — and instead of letting that derail me, I’m learning to meet it with a little more grace.

A rest day out of order doesn’t erase progress.
A busy weekend doesn’t undo consistency.
A slower week doesn’t cancel my goals.

What helps now is planning for reality, not perfection. When I know life is going to be busy, I look for ways to support myself instead of pushing harder — simplifying meals, outsourcing when I can, and letting “good enough” be enough.

And maybe that’s the biggest shift of all: letting go of the guilt. Allowing myself to invest in my health. Accepting help. Trusting that steady, compassionate effort still counts.

Because consistency in your 40s isn’t rigid or loud.
It’s flexible. It’s forgiving. And it’s built to last.

If you’re navigating a season where consistency feels different, you’re not alone — and you’re not doing it wrong.