Whoa! Finally dragged my ever expanding backside to the gym and had a decent workout. Came home and was amazed at how patient I was with the kids and how calm I felt in general, depite it being dinner/bath time which is always hectic.
A very reliable source once told me that three days of moderate exercise a week is equivalent to a mild anti-depressant. Now if that doesn't get me to the gym regularly, I don't know what will!
I used to be a gym rat--I loved the smell of the rubber mats, the bashing of the metal weights, the buzz of the treadmill. When I was single and childless, I could plan my day around going to the gym. Ahh, the good old days. I wish I could just spend all day at the gym--I reckon I would be a much nicer person to be around!
And with any luck I will fit back into my skinny jeans before my birthday rolls around--and stay that way until Christmas. Just need to conquer the food addiction. Looks like it's going to be a busy year.
Come on, skinny me!
Friday, February 18, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Monkey See, Monkey Do, Monkey Swear
I've been given a timely reminder.
Yesterday the Big Monster said, "Mom, these boots are so frickin' annoying!" This morning it was, "Scarlet's made a frickin' mess." Then the topper was, "I'm so frickin' annoying."
I am under no illusion that this type of behaviour from a 3 1/2 year old is just some random event and that I have absolutely no responsibility for it whatsoever. Quite the opposite. They SEE everything, they HEAR everything, they KNOW everything. They behave exactly how I have taught them to behave through my own actions. Everything I do and say sends a message about how to behave, especially between mothers and daughters. The way I act teaches them what it means to be a woman. So it's all my fault.
But I'm ok with this. In fact, I find it empowering. If I am responsible for the negative behaviour then I can also create the positive behaviour. I can set the right example. I hope.
Solution: Go to the gym and burn off the excessive amounts of adrenalin that builds up out of the frustration of being with these children constantly. Eat more vegetables. Do the right thing.
Sorted!
Yesterday the Big Monster said, "Mom, these boots are so frickin' annoying!" This morning it was, "Scarlet's made a frickin' mess." Then the topper was, "I'm so frickin' annoying."
I am under no illusion that this type of behaviour from a 3 1/2 year old is just some random event and that I have absolutely no responsibility for it whatsoever. Quite the opposite. They SEE everything, they HEAR everything, they KNOW everything. They behave exactly how I have taught them to behave through my own actions. Everything I do and say sends a message about how to behave, especially between mothers and daughters. The way I act teaches them what it means to be a woman. So it's all my fault.
But I'm ok with this. In fact, I find it empowering. If I am responsible for the negative behaviour then I can also create the positive behaviour. I can set the right example. I hope.
Solution: Go to the gym and burn off the excessive amounts of adrenalin that builds up out of the frustration of being with these children constantly. Eat more vegetables. Do the right thing.
Sorted!
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