I’ve been appallingly bad about working out in the past couple of weeks.
Which, of course, is idiotic, because I got a job where I have to get up at 0 dark thirty to open the gym for a couple of hours once a week so I can use the facilities without having to have the expense of a membership. I get paid a little, which is nice, so I come out ahead of the game.
If I use the facilities!
I swam a mile today. I just haven’t felt like pumping iron, so I’m just gonna swim most days. I know, not perfect. Screw perfect. Swimming a mile a day is hardly bad for health and fitness! I’ll be eager to start pumping some iron soon enough, I’m sure.
I’ve also been reluctant to work out according to my usual schedule because my son is home with me. Why I feel guilty about leaving a thirteen year old for an hour while I go work out is dorky. I used to love to have the house to myself at that age. Not doing anything wrong, mind, just liked the sense of freedom and privacy.
Like my own mother, I tend to leave chores for my son when I leave the house (empty the dishwasher, put a load of clothes on to dry, etc.) I’m glad to have ’em taken care of, so am kind of effusive in my praise, because… Well, it really is a help, and it means he is a contributing member of the household. I want him to know I see it that way. When I was his age, I know my mom was glad someone else was doing the laundry in the summer.
I think a lot of problems with teenagers is that they feel unappreciated and useless. Chores often feel like busywork to a kid rather than a necessary (and valued!) contribution. Frankly? I’m grateful to be free of dealing with the laundry for the summer, and I let my son know that. I like it that I don’t have to cope with the dishwasher, and I let him know that, too.
I’m gonna get some work out of the way, and then reward myself with the final jacket in my sewing session. I wore the burgundy jacket, burgundy shell and black skirt working at the front desk at the gym yesterday morning. That combo works and looks quite nice. I was so pleased with it that one of the trainers made a joke about me getting on my “million dollar smile” for the patrons. He’s a chipper, friendly type of guy and I think he enjoys opening with perky morning people.
I know I do.