I am now back at the gym and enjoying putting my new body through it's paces. Only problem is that when I went to spin last week I didn't even work up a sweat.
Disappointed in the lack of motivation dispelled by the instructor I started looking for other avenues to fitness. I couldn't find something that was on the days and times I needed. My next move was to look at a personal trainer, but they are $$.
So today I went back to my gym and tried an Athletics 101 group training session. OMG! I found my Mojo. My lunges were burning, the sun was shining on my face and although I thought I might die, I was ALIVE.
It got me to thinking what a difference it makes to have the right person in the right job. How important is it that my waxing lady knows how to make candles? I want her to know which way to pull that wax in the most gently brutal way possible. Hears hoping I will never need a lawyer, but how important is it that he has sat his bar exam and doesn't get stage fright. I don't care if he is a member of the local choir and performs in church each Sunday. Just plead my case.
So back to the gym instructor. Her job is to motivate, entertain and inspire her class. Yes it is a big ask but this is what she signed up for. The instructor I encountered did none of this. She put the group down, she sung to herself and would get the tracks/exercise wrong. Sorry love but your class has been crossed off my list.
Last night we were mucking around having fun and Macie bit me on the collar bone. I was very angry and pushed her off of me and walked out to the lounge room. Macie came into the lounge room with the saddest look on her face. I almost cried but had to stay strong as she had done the wrong thing. With her down turned mouth she said to me "Do wee's on toilet?" I said "You are ready for bed and have a nappy on, go away." Heart broken she walked off and asked Dave "Do wee's on toilet?" Dave gave her the same answer I had given her. She then came and sat beside me very quietly, not even looking at me.
After what seemed like an hour I asked her if she knew what she had done wrong. She said that she had bitten me and that it was naughty. I gave her a big hug and all was forgiven. It was only once she had gone to bed that I realised why she was asking to go to the toilet. Because she knows how proud I am of her when she goes to the toilet and she wanted to make me proud of her again.
Crazy how a young mind works. That got me thinking about my parents and what are they proud of me for. I am sure there are oodles of things that are proud of. I know that whenever my mum writes an editorial or application letter she gets me to proof it. Does this mean she is proud of my writing ability? I know that if mum has a computer problem she asks me how to fix it. Does that mean she is proud of my tech knowledge. I know that she loves me and my beautiful family unconditionally. Does that mean she is proud of my personal accomplishments?
One thing I know for sure is that my mum and dad are proud of the woman I am becoming and the work that is going in to my transformation. How do I know this? Because on their recent visit they told me. We know we are doing the right thing but to be told by your parents that they are proud of you, that just makes your heart sing and puts a spring in your step.
So, tell your kids how proud you are of them. What a difference it makes to their world.
The journey I am on is more than just a body overhaul. For the first time since becoming a mum I have not rushed back to work. Saska and Hudson were both 4months old when I went back to work and Macie was 6weeks old. So for the first time I am a stay at home mum. This is a big learning curve and one I struggle with everyday.
One of the biggest things that I discovered this month is just how much joy you can bring to a child’s life by spending a little time with them. We are always so busy running from one place to the next that when you get time to just do nothing the kids love it.
Aspen was having a sleep and Macie and I were getting washing off the line. Macie asked me to push her on the swing. So we played on the swing and the entire time I am thinking of all the things I need to be doing. Folding washing, getting dinner ready, etc. Macie didn’t care about that stuff and was giggling and having a great time wanting me to push her higher. So I took a deep breath and focused on her. We had the best time playing outside and I realised how important this is for our bond. Something so simple like playing outside brings so much joy to the kids lives.
I think we all have to just let go every now and then and enjoy time with our kids. They don’t need gymboroo or music for tots, they need mum and dad’s undivided attention.
