Back to School

We haven't officially started school yet, that starts next week, but my son has started his exercise program (PE) for the fall.  He grumped quite a bit about starting a week early but that's the way the program runs and since I had to pay for a full month, he started!

He's mainly doing cycling at the rec center close to our house.  Once he begins to get in cardiovascular shape, he'll start more weight training.  He's now fourteen so using weights will begin to build muscle mass.  I've also committed to not having as much junk food around.  I and my daughter don't eat it but my husband and son do and they are the ones that are showing it!  My husband is going to be starting working out in the evenings with my son.  He's going to be doing two a days for a while to whip him back into shape!

Our mealtimes are usually healthy things but it seems that between meals and drink choices are what is killing both of them.  Those are going to change because they are both too lazy to go and get bad food choices so if I don't bring it into the house, it won't get eaten. 

I am a bit worried about this because I have never worried about my weight.  I pretty much eat what I want and stay around 115 pounds.  That's twenty pounds heavier than when I got married but I figure a pound a year isn't too bad.  Plus, when I drop under about 110 pounds, the doctor looks at me with a frown.  My downfall is salt and Braum's German chocolate ice cream.  My husband has promised me that he'll take me out for ice cream, my daughter calls it broccoli, at Braum's when I need it. 

I'll keep you posted on the two men in my life and their exercise program.  I can be pretty hardheaded about things sometimes and keeping them both healthy is one hill I'm willing to die on!

Exercise, oh my!

I'm not sure but I think my muscles are slowly atrophying as I type this! It was a nice day today so I thought I'd take the kids to the park and let them bike for exercise while I walked the dog for exercise. I'm thinking that if we don't as a family get more exercise, we'll start looking like the kid in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. You know, the one that gets stuck in the pipe?

Well, anyway, I'm thinking the dog will walk with me and I'll get a little exercise. This dog, who I named Kate, was a stray that showed up back in the fall at my in-laws house. I was feeling out of control with my life and suggested that we take her and find her owner. Long story short, I found out I'm not a no-dog person like I thought I was, I'm just a Large Dog Person! I like having a dog as big as me apparently!

So I'm walking a dog who is as big as me, well, I'm not really walking her, mainly just being drug. I fantasized about riding in a cart behind her, maybe I could get into the iditerod. No, I don't like to be cold... Maybe next time, I'll wear my in-lines, then my son can drive me to the emergency room after I've been drug for several miles. I'm not going to my doctor, I get tired of telling him all the stupid things I've done to get hurt! He actually looks forward to my visits, I think he must be blogging about me somewhere on the internet. He'll probably write a book about stupid things he's seen and I'll be his number one patient.

Kate stops at every tree, which is a good thing because this gives me a chance to catch my breath. I began to wonder, why don't dogs step in dog poo? This is because I stepped in it and she didn't. She certainly didn't miss an opportunity to smell every pile she found but not once did she step into the dog poo.

Finally, the kids were worn out and so was I, Kate however, was not ready to go but I bribed her by letting her sit on the back seat instead of in the floor. Hey, it's my husbands truck I think what the heck! I'll be dead by tomorrow anyway! Back into the car but only after I did the "I have dog poop on my shoe dance", which is to go around in circles on the grass dragging my foot. But only after checking the area for more poop. My shoes are now in the garage.

Now hours later, I'm beginning to feel like I got a cardio workout with weight training all combined. My legs feel like rubber and my arms are hurting as I type. I don't think tomorrow will be good......

I think I'll crawl up to bed now....

Remember you blessings!