I don’t mean the XY XX genetic choices – but the why for me.
The very thing I fear – the perpetual motion – is what I need in my life.
I’m a sit on my ass kind of girl. In front of the tv, with some knitting, with a laptop, with some food, kind of girl.
I was picked last for teams in gym, I got my glasses broken constantly in contact sports, I could never ride my bike up the hill, I once tripped on a painted line in gym and sprained my ankle, my dad sponsored the summer softball team I was on – and I still once heard the coach say while I was going up to bat, “Here comes the girl who can’t hit.”
I have this weight issue. (However, today is 162, opa!) I don’t want to move my bod. It feels strange to me. The only thing I’ve ever trusted my body to do was childbirth.
But I have this boy.
This boy who doesn’t want to be still. This bright little boy who wants to see things and touch things and lick things – he’s not content sitting and listening to me describe it – he’s an up close and personal kind of guy.
This boy smiles when I put him on my shins and do crunches. This boy laughs when I bring my shoulders to him and exhale raspberries at him while I crunch. This boy loves when I pull him up and down, straining my triceps and shoulders in a good way. This boy loves being bounced up and down in the squats and lunges that I hate hate HATE to do. This boy likes to take the ride on my stomach as I do the bridge from yoga class. This boy is a mover and a shaker.
He’ll teach me to be active. He’ll teach me to live in my body rather than surfing online to find a picture of what I’d rather sit and envy. He’ll teach me to laugh while I get strong.
I just have to let him teach me. And damn that’s hard.
Oh, The Joys
I think it was my kids that finally got me to lose weight. I decided I didn’t want to be a dumpy mom that couldn’t move when they moved, run when they ran, etc.
So good that these are things you can do with Alex instead of feeling like you have to take time away from him!
And congrats! on the 162 🙂