I admit it. I need to start exercising. It’s been nearly a year since I had my third child, and although I’ve lost 40lbs, I still have 7lbs keeping me from wearing half of what’s in my closet. Having only 7lbs left to lose might not seem like much to some people, but it’s a whole dress size for me. I’d actually love to lose more (because I’m not thin by any means), but 7lbs more and I’m in a “healthy” BMI (Body Mass Index) for my height. All the weight I have lost thus far I can attribute to the nursing I did early on, and then some dieting until now. My current exercise regimen consists of running up and down the stairs dozens of times a day. If I want to add some resistance, I add a small child or laundry basket. I also consider mopping and vacuuming a sport, especially as fast as I try to complete those tasks.
Yesterday during nap time for my younger two children, I decided to walk the walk and start working out again. My older son was even more upset about this than I was, presumably because I had to turn off Sponge Bob. After searching in the far reaches of the DVD cabinet, I found an old and dusty Pilate’s DVD. As I sweat profusely though the routine, I was battered with inane questions from Joey. “Mom, do you think Sponge Bob is funny? I think he’s funny and that Patrick is crrrrazy! Do you think so, Mom? Mom??” Between breathes I muttered back, “Sure..Joey…he’s, hilarious.” Again with the questions, “Mom how much longer? I hate your shows. Mom, what are you even doing??” Nearly out of breath I replied, “Joey, you can take a break from the TV…Mommy is trying to get into shape.” After thinking about it a moment he answered, “Getting into shape? Sponge Bob is a Square…your shape is a circle. Are you going to be a bigger circle??” My thought at this point was that I would say I’m more of an ‘hour glass’ shape, but as tired, sweaty, and defeated as I felt, I just collapsed back onto the floor and turned on Nickelodeon.