Okay so SOME of my resolutions are going well. I’m learning to breathe. In general I feel more grateful and more aware of the good things in my life. I’ve let some of the little things go. I have given myself permission to put the whole ‘believe’ thing on the back burner until I figure out how to approach that one. It’s the last one I’m having trouble with. Those pesky 20 pounds seem to be stuck to my ass like glue.
That’s about to change.
I now have a personal trainer.
He’s short but he’s determined.
The last three mornings I have woken up to the covers being pulled off and my two year old telling me ‘yoga, Mommy… yoga, Mommy!’ He even managed to convince me to do it one morning.
I thought guilt was the mother’s prerogative. Here I am, waking up with a limited amount to time to get us all clean, fed and dressed before marshaling them all out the door for school/activities/playdates or whatever, being told I have to squeeze in exercise too.
That said, my little task-master does have a positive attitude (unless I tell him ‘no yoga today’ – then its a tantrum). While I’m doing the yoga poses he makes sure to tell me how well I’m doing. He walks around carrying the Wii controller parroting the on-screen trainer saying things like ‘keep it up’ or ‘well done’ – although, since he’s familiar with the phrase ‘all done’ from dinner time (something he says before he’s even started), it comes out more like ‘well all done Mommy.’
Maybe my tiny dictator is having an impact. My goal was to get at least 20 minutes of physical activity at least 5 days a week and I have been managing at least 4, if not more, for the last 3 weeks. I’m even going to the gym once a week, and for the first time in my life, I’m loving it.
Now, if only I could get the calorie intake under control. Do you think I can train him to shut the fridge every time I try to open it?