When I decided to quit my job, my husband and I made that choice because we have the opportunity right now. We can cover our bills, I can earn some money here and there and try to build a reputation. I can be at home with my little girl at this great time in her life.
Right now I’m 31. I’m at home, I can create my own schedule for the most part – depending on the kid’s day to day needs. I’m also obese. I have the opportunity to change that. I have a treadmill, walking paths, and a full kitchen at my disposal all day every day. I have a stroller I can strap the kid into, and god knows she loves to swim and run and play.
I make the meal plans and grocery lists, I do a lot of the cooking. We have healthy dinners. The problem is that I don’t know how to take care of just me. I can come up with breakfast and snacks and lunch for the kid, but when it’s me I just don’t know.
I have been moving more lately. I’ve been going on walks and I got on the treadmill once this week. I get moving but it’s not enough for me.
And the snacking. The snacking is still the worst thing I do.
I’m 31. The older I get the harder it will be.
It makes me angry that I can get up and read an emotional post that I’m so proud of having written at Blog Out Loud Ottawa, but when I look at the picture of me reading, all I can think is that I thought I looked good in that dress.
When I look at her, I see a strong kid. She’s active almost all the time and she loves it. At soccer last weekend they played a running game and when they took a water break she just wanted to keep on running.
She is my hero, and I want to be able to keep up with her.