Passing the time

I exercised tonight for the first time since I can't even remember when. Okay, sure, I get daily exercise hauling Timothy and his carseat around. And I take walks with David sometimes. But this was 100% intentional and entirely my own idea. This hardly ever happens!! I am awful at exercising. I come from a sedentary family, so I didn't grow up with sports at all. And I have so many excuses not to exercise--reasonable excuses, even--that I can almost always convince myself to pass.

But three things made me think of it tonight. One is that I actually like the size I'm at right now and would like to stay this way. Another is my friend Lisa's blog post about exercising. And the third is a conversation I had yesterday with my husband. (Note: David enjoys exercise, especially playing football, but he doesn't make me feel guilty for not exercising myself--at least, not usually.)

I'd been thinking about trying it tonight, once Timothy was in bed. But then he decided to be naughty and stay awake until 9:45. I was tired. I decided to go to bed instead. While I was sitting on my bed, brushing my teeth, I suddenly realised that a big fat honkin' mosquito was perched on my hand having a grand ol' time. Nope. Not bedtime yet. I got out one of our several cans of insecticide and doused my bedroom with it. I pulled the door shut to make sure all the mosquitos died, and I thought, Well, what the heck? Who needs sleep anyway? So I put on Rebecca St. James' God with the volume down low, did some stretches, and then just started doing whatever seemed to make sense. I'm no aerobics master, nor am I a dancer except in the privacy of my own home. But I moved my arms and legs, and now I am sore. To me, this signifies exercise! I just have to figure out a way to make myself do it regularly. Is anyone interested in an exercise accountability program?

And now my bedroom is clear of the insecticide smell, so I can go to bed! Bon nuit.