“I’m going to exercise! WOO HOOOO!”
No, that’s not a direct quote from yours truly, but it is a direct quote from Eleanor seconds before she launched into running laps around the playground structure at the park where I run. She clearly was modeling the behavior she sees from me, and that’s a better reward than the 16 pounds I’ve lost so far this year.
Yesterday before my workout, Callista asked, “Mommy, why do you exercise?”
“I exercise because it makes me feel good,” I said.
My inner monologue was cackling so hard it gave me a headache because NO, Virginia. Exercise does not make me feel good. Quite the contrary.
It makes me feel inferior. I’m constantly battling my own body. I’ve added custom inserts to my properly fitted running shoes. I have compression socks I either wear while running or for recovery. I experiment with rest days. I’ve been video-analyzed and am working constantly on my posture, landing, stride and cadence. My legs scream for days if I attempt running on asphalt or a treadmill, so I can only run on local park trails, only during open hours, when the weather isn’t trying to kill me and the stars align with my kids.
Despite all that, I keep trying. I’ve taken a few short breaks – two for hurthurthurt legs and one for so much rain in a short period that I now I have Noah’s autograph – but I’ve been on the fitness train since late January.
I notice in my physical being. I feel better. My clothes feel better. I look healthier – my cheekbones are emerging from not-so-round cheeks again!
But the biggest difference is that my kids notice. They mimic me during regular play when the thought of my workouts randomly pop into their heads. “I’m going to exercise!” “I’m stretching.” “I need my foam roller. My legs hurt.”
But the best part was that “WOO HOOOOO!”
I wish I actually felt that way about exercise, but to hear that attitude reflected back toward me – oof. My perseverance must say more than my red, tired face when I return after a workout. I may not say, “WOO HOOO!” about working out today, but maybe I will tomorrow. Or next month. Till then, my feelings are a little more, “I’m going to exercise. Woo.
Internal monologue only, of course.
I must really hate myself, huh? I'm a glutton for child happiness & adult frustration. Wheeee!
There's a creeper elf at Grandma's house. I fielded E's questions, but the interest in minimal. Whew! I've escaped another year of creeping! Related: Have you seen the elf surveillance video that's going around? Because THAT won't cause nightmares.
The result of getting sick with 3 sick 3-year-olds on Black Friday & staying sick through "cyber week." Don't wanna.
First dermabond is a baby book milestone, right? Toby is a tough guy. Minimal tears!
I'm starting book 67 of 2013, a book recommended by NPR. (I'm short on my 75-book goal. I don't count rereads toward my annual total, but for quantity's sake, I just might break my rule. Cheating? Maybe.)
They get first dibs. #triplets
I had to return 2 library books & accidentally left with another #LibraryHaul to go with the one at home. Oops. Can we say, "addicted?" ❤️
First movie theater experience: check plus plus plus!
Tea, obviously. (I meandered into World Market on Black Friday & ended up being one of the first 100 shoppers. Free mug, huzzah!)
"Come sit on my lap, Buddy!" #triplets #BFF
Real life. My amazing juggling act falters when I'm called to cuddle my sick babies. 2/3 are on the mend, but they're flanking me while I hold the third in my lap. Spot the piles of clean laundry! The forgotten toys! The stalled ornament hanging! The tote
They're impressed with the tree lights. ✨
I found the big-kid ragamuffins wandering the Christmas tree lot, thought they'd look cute in a photo. #latergram #triplets
I might give him a hard time for his Monica Geller approach to life (rubber gloves & perfectly positioned chairs), but Rob does a great job rigging up these lights. I just wonder how creative his swears will be this year.
Jammies, juice, popcorn & movie. Welcome to our weekend. Not pictured: frequent coloring breaks, fevers, occasional vomit & countless boogie wipes.
Before I take my sick self to bed, I have to share the pretty custom necklace I ordered from @meganluvsjewels! Ruby for me, aquamarine for Rob, & citrine for ETC. Merry Christmas to meeeee! #smallbusinesssaturday #smallbizsaturday