I truly wish I had a voice recorder… I would be able to blog for you everyday in the morning, on my way to work and then type it all up later. My best material comes during the shower and before 7 a.m.
Last night, I had one of those headaches that makes your jaw, neck and face ache. It always feels like if you massage enough it will go away, but no such luck, ever. So I took some pain reliever and went to bed late last night. I jumped into the middle of the bed since I haven’t flipped the mattress in a while and my side is getting saggy and giving me backaches in the morning. I work up at 530 this morning in the same exact position I went to sleep in because I was so comfy.
I jumped on the scale this morning, like I do every morning to see if I am getting fat again. Ramadan was really good for me this and totally got my body back on the right track. I was 185 lbs before the good month and 170 lbs at the end of the good month. And almost one month later – I’m maintaining!! Woohoo! This morning, it looked like I might actually be slowly slipping into the 160s. Tres tres cool. However…
However, speaking of weight loss, my new boss (who is a nice guy and really does try to have good intentions but sometimes crosses the line of personal and professional) really has been on me to do some exercise because it’ll help me lose weight and be more awake during the daytime. I do not fault the man on his logic. He’s right – and he is proof that it works. He dropped about 30 lbs earlier this year just from some better eating and light exercise. I do fault him on not taking situations in account for why someone might just not be able to run out of the house for a quick walk every evening. Trying to exercise walk with a 2-year-old is just one step easier than taking your cat for a walk on a leash. And, even though the cat will put up more fight to going outside on the leash than the child, the cat weighs less when you give up and just carry it. So, just for those of you might not be in the know about children and directed exercise, this is for you.
A Play, in one act, In Which a Mother Tries To Take a Walk for Exercise
Mother: O, Son, you great and wonderous part of my being, flesh of my flesh, let’s go outside.
Son: NO. [child continues playing with plug and electrical outlet with great gusto]
Mother: Okay, then you can stay home by yourself. [walks to door, stage right]
Son: NO! Wanna go outside. [follows mother]
Outside, Mother and Son, dressed in outside clothes which involves way to many pieces for Mother Who Wears Hijab and Western Clothes and a large jacket for Son and hat.
Mother: O Son, let us walk this way in brisk manner swinging our arms!
Son: [no answer, is investigating hole and filling it with pine cones]
Mother: O Son, let’s go walk!
Son: [still checking out hole] No. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
[neighbors look out windows]
Mother: Dearest Son, must I force you to bend to my will? My will is greater and stronger than yours and I am fat and must walk.
Son: Mommy fat. Mommy fat. Mommy fat. [giggles, shrieking] MOMMY FAT MOMMY FAT!
Mother: LET’s GO!! [mother walks away, child soon follows running to catch up]
Son: Ducks! [son runs in opposite direction towards ducks]
Son: Train! [runs in another direction]
Son: Icky Bug! [examines sidewalk, not moving]
Son: Rocks! [picks up rocks, not moving]
Son: Daddy’s Car! [runs into traffic]
[After what looks like a nervous breakdown, Mother gives up and takes son back in house] [Curtain down]
Walking with a two year old is juat a bit more fun than walking with your 80 year-old grandmother with her shot to hell knee. At least your grandmother probably has the good sense to be able to stay at home and probably not burn the place down or put her head in a toilet to figure out how it works. (The toilet thing hasn’t happened yet, but I expect it any day now) Its really too bad Dear Son doesn't like the stroller much except to push it.
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