Every single media outlet, in my opinion, is inundated with workout and diet plans. And it is getting on my last freaking nerve.
Don’t get me wrong. Like I said, it’s not you, it’s me. In some ways, I am in the worst shape of my life. I try to be a healthy eater and I’m sure that I am better than most people. Yoga is just about my only official “workout”. All other activity comes from being the mother of a 2 year old. Nuff said.
There are so many things I have considered (and well meaning people have suggested) to get back into shape. Ride your bike, count your calories, swim laps, cut out Starbucks, try one of those detox/weight loss plans, avoid carbs and gluten, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah.
It all sounds wonderful, especially the swimming and the bike riding. I know it would feel good. I know it would put me back in better shape. I know I would feel better every day. And by the way, don’t ever ask me to give up Starbucks or wine. I might just have to hurt you.
Here’s the deal. I am a 47 year old stay at home mother of a 2 (almost 3) year old. I have been in survival mode since the day she was born. Until I graduate from survival on to motherhood, which isn’t all that different, I refuse to be inundated with this crap.
So, let me apologize right now if I start to ignore those who are obsessed with workouts and weight loss. It does not serve me. It makes me feel bad about myself. It really just pisses me off.
But please, please remember…
It’s not you. It’s me.