I'll work out later, I said to myself. Once awake, instead of putting on my gym clothes, I put on jeans and a nice sweatshirt, not even a bump-around-the-house shirt, for the day's adventures. So you know going to the gym wasn't on the agenda anymore. Our morning plans changed so we didn't need to scoot right out the door and we didn't have a schedule to keep, this was good.
I asked my daughter, "Do you want to go to the gym with me?" Her response was less than energetic or willing but she sighed out a "If you want me to." Then I got cranky and displaced MY LAZINESS, MY LACK OF MOTIVATION, AND MY LACK OF DETERMINATION on to her and bit her head off. BAD MOM! I apologized and said, yes, I really want to go but if you don't want to then I'll go by myself. She responded to my negativity but softened with the apology and acknowledgment of guilt.
Guess, what? WE WENT TO THE GYM! Thank goodness, what kind of blogger, woman, mother, friend, or encourager would I be if the very next day after encouraging you I sat on the couch eating an Oreo and drinking soda from Burger King? (Neither company gets anything from my sharing their product pictures with me (pretending) to binge eat or for using their name here. The only thing they provide are extra calories, high sugar intakes, and a case of the drags from eating less-than-healthy food options).
Last year Mag's college roomy came home and checked out my goals and said, "Are these your goals?" I nodded and said, "Yes." She looked at them again and then back to me and said (my paraphrase, bad memory, sorry), "You're not doing so good. You might want to do better next week!" All I could do was laugh and thank her, she held me accountable!! I did much better the next week because I thought, "What if Mag's roommate comes home with her again?" So, an eighteen year old I met for the first time kindly reminded me of my goals, shouldn't we do this with our loved ones too? Gentle and loving observations, not nagging.