The day starts like any other: I'm tired. The kids want breakfast. Trevor is heading out the door to work. I insist he take the car because, really, where would I want to take two snot-nosed kids today anyways? So I'm housebound, and it's cold out, and .. ugh.
I realize I'm in a rut. A great big lazy "all-I-want-to-do-is-sleep-but-I-can't-because-I'm-a-Mom" rut. This has to stop.
The kids and I have breakfast (mine with a lot of coffee) and head down to the family room for a little Wii Fit. I tell myself if I can force myself to care about my health for just ten minutes, it'll be a start. I hop on the balance board and it tells me it has been almost 200 days since my last weigh-in and I have gained .. wait, how much?! How did THAT happen?
I comment out loud that I've gained a LOT of weight since the last time I played this game and Maxwell says, "Because you're growing another baby." It did not come out sounding like a question, but rather what he assumed would be the rest of my sentence had I continued it.
After reassuring him that, no, Mommy is not growing another baby and never will because two kids is plenty, I exercised HARD. I found my motivation, buried deep under donuts and ice cream and laziness and frustration and just.not.caring. I thought, this is it. That innocent comment was exactly what I needed to get back on track.
I shower, we eat healthy snacks, we play outside, I feel GREAT! I feel so ALIVE! What is wrong with me? Why have I been spending so much time NOT exercising? Eating unhealthy foods? Being lazy and indifferent?
At some point after lunch, Maxwell throws a tantrum to end all tantrums and after struggling to get him to stay in time-out I suddenly find my arm wrist-deep in a bag of chocolate chips. "How did that get there?" I ask. And it's all downhill from there. Rut, nice to see you again.
Tomorrow is another day.