While walking the kids tonight, I saw a father and his young daughter in the cul-de-sac "playing" tennis. That scene took me back thirty years ago when my dad would play tennis with me in front of our house.
Besides making me tear up, it also reminded me why health and fitness are so important.
I have never intended to be the parent that is just on the sideline. Whether it's football, skateboarding or basketball, I've always wanted to have the energy to teach and to participate. That's the tricky part about being the older mom--that energy isn't as abundant as it used to be. Yet, this motivation still hasn't been enough to keep me on track.
Over the last eight weeks I've felt better but not consistently. Some of it wasn't my fault, such as getting sidelined with a cold after our vacation. Worst possible timing given that we had consumed a year's worth of calories at the Minnesota State Fair. I needed action not couch sitting. And, then of course, there's the birthday--who doesn't eat cake on their birthday? [Me, this year, but that's another blog post.]
According to my fancy scale this morning, I am four pounds lighter than what I was. That's a healthy loss of a half pound a week. I definitely have smaller chicken flaps. Yet, the issue I still haven't solved is energy. As I said in my last post, on the days I do everything right: get 7-8 hours of sleep, take my vitamins and eat nutritionally; I feel great. However, it just doesn't seem to be very sustainable or replicable night after night.
I'm working with a start up right now that might actually be able to help me with my dilemma. I can't say much more at the moment, but I'm looking forward to sharing some secret sauce soon.
Until then, I'll leave you with a trip to the pumpkin patch. F and I on the "Cow Train."
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