I’ve been scratching my head for months now trying to figure out why I’m not down to 100 pounds since I’ve had a granddaughter. I spend each of my regularly scheduled babysitting days, chasing, running, crawling, jumping and carrying an adorable 18-20 pound weight around for about 8 hours. I thought I could cancel my gym membership, and the pounds would just melt away on their own as I enjoyed playing with the baby.
I dreamed of gaining Linda Hamilton’s arm definition without workout, diet or exercise. (For you Millennials, there was a fasciniation in the summer of 1991 with the star of Terminator 2 and her well-defined bi-ceps.) While the baby napped, I gladly carried her loads of laundry up and down two flights of stairs; if she was awake, she was added to the basket and carried along. No need to go to the gym to pump iron to get those guns.
If you think now I’m going to share with you that it worked; well, move along, cause there’s nothing to read here. It hasn’t happened. The only thing I have discovered is that the physical capabilities I did have when I had my children in my 30’s have steadily declined in my 50’s.
I’ve come to realize that my physical health is now more important than ever. I must watch my weight, gain strength and improve my endurance. Otherwise, how am I ever going to keep up with a toddler? (Yes, my grandbaby took her first steps this week.)
So I’ve promised myself that I would begin working out at our fitness center with more regularity and vigilance than ever. Oh, and I’ve also promised my husband I’ll catch up on our laundry too. Wish me luck!
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