Monday, December 7, 2009
Notice the dust bunny sitting on the shoelace of my sneaker? That's how long it has been since I put them on.
I have no idea what got into me today but I decided to exercise.
I tried to fire up the Wii Fit without the children noticing but as soon as they heard, "Measuring!" in that voice that manages to be both robotic and judgmental, they hurried down the stairs to see their mother run in place.
They wanted to chat with me while I was doing my workout. I kept having to shush them as I was working too hard on not having a coronary to engage in conversation.
I exercised for ten minutes. It sounds pathetic, I know and quite frankly it is, but it's all I can do for now.
Lily and I went to the playground after school today so that she could play with her friends.
It gave me the opportunity to spend time with my skinny friends. It's true! There are a group of about five mothers who are hard core exercisers. They get up at 5:30 am for boot camp.
They can actually wear skinny jeans tucked into boots.
I suspect that they are probably also hungry.
I think that they like to live a vicarious full-figured life through me, a life where chocolate is a major food group and cupcakes are a staple. When I told them that I had begun to exercise they were concerned that perhaps I had lost my mind.
"Don't go to the dark side!" one said.
"The next thing you know you'll give up junking!" said another.
At that I grabbed her shoulders and said, "If I ever tell you that I am quitting junking I want you to stage an intervention! As god is my witness, I will junk forever!"
Exercises come and go, but good junk is forever.