…and I’m going to the gym.
Supposedly, everyone’s “rock bottom” is different and you have to hit “it” in order to make the big life changes.
I’m not a drug addict, alcoholic or compulsive gambler. Heck, I’m not even over weight. I AM, however, out of shape. Huffing and puffing and gasping for air every time I lifted my son up onto the potty was my first red flag. Huffing and puffing every time I lifted myself onto the potty was my second.
It’s easy to put off the gym when you’re still in a size six. Even though I swear my arms are going to fly off my shoulders when I push my sons on the swing and I’ve put a harness on my dog to help me get up off the floor… the number six on the tag in my clothes lulls me back into denial…until yesterday:
I decided to take the boys to Animal Kingdom and get them out of the house. They’re on Thanksgiving holiday, Mark was at work and the cleaning company had just waved their wands over my castle and everything was sparkling. The weather was perfect and we were having a great time. The daydreams of no one at my house, messing it up drowned out the noise of brothers fighting over a Lego guy’s gun. Waiting in line to meet Pooh, Eeyore and Tigger was pretty good. Lots of things to look at and the excitement of meeting them was passing the time. When it was our turn, I took the boys by the hand and led them over to Tigger. We all bent down and I reached out to shake Tigger’s hand. Nate gasped liked he saw a ghost. “MOMMY! Your arm turned into rubber! Why did it do that? Does it hurt? (wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)”
So. Yoga. Monday. 9 AM. Join me. I’ll be the one wearing long sleeves.
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I’m not laughing AT you, I’m laughing because I refuse to wave to people except to do the “Princess” wave so I don’t end up looking like I’m flapping wings.
I only wish I could lull myself into a false sense of security by being a size six… I haven’t seen that since my oldest son was born, and never will again. I’m grateful I can get into my size 10s.
Have fun at yoga… I’ll be thinking of you as I eat my donut on the couch. TeeHee
Ha! Princess wave…got it. Way easier than the gym. Luv ya, Lorie.
Now your rock bottom will be a rock bottom. I joined you in yoga today, less fueled by my arms and more of the prospect of resorting to a walker way too early in my life. That & a third helping of Thanksgiving feast last night. Just a bit of effort to remain upright.
Plank, baby, plenty of plank & crane which you’re a natural at. xo
I hear ya, Julia. I won’t even go into the story of Nate watching the Hunchback of Notre Dame and asking me what a “hunch” was as he was eyeing my ever-curving posture. Oh, I guess I just did. Miss you.
Nothing to do with this post, but want to get your take on the last several days in your idyllic Celebration. Things have changed rather rapidly there, eh??? And no, I’m not canadian. Although neither of the incidents are “funny”…seems to be a lot of irony, and fuel for your comedic fire….”It’s a small world after all” seems so appropo right now. YIKES!