Friday, September 9, 2011

Excercise is Wierd

Let it be known that I do not enjoy exercising.  (I know.  I know.  Looking at my figure that's pretty hard to believe.)  I have never enjoyed it.  I distinctly remember every year in elementary school the dread I felt when it was time to run the mile for the Presidential Physical Fitness Test.  I loved my PE teacher.  He is still special to me to this day.  However, lap after lap, as I ran with a stitch in my side, I remember muttering under my breath that he should have to run if we were being forced to.

I go through spells of catching glimpses of myself in full length mirrors and deciding I need to do better at getting in shape.  I'll get on a kick for a while then remember why I hate it then come up with excuses not to exercise.  I wish I was one of those people that runs and enjoys it.  I truly admire them.  But I simply cannot wrap my brain around it.  Running for fun makes about as much sense to me as people who enjoy taking part in the Polar Bear Plunge - you know breaking the ice to jump nearly naked into a pond in the winter.  I don't get it. 

I recently read that one can lose 1 pound for every 7000 jumping jacks.  Break that up over a week, and it's 1000 jumping jacks per day.  I can handle losing four pounds a month.  So I decided to give it a try.  I calculated that I can do 100 jumping jacks 10 times per day.  No sweat.  So today I decided would be day one.  "Ten.  Eleven.  Twelve..."  Mallory looked over and yelled, "MOM!  Stop it!  That's embarrassing!"  I immediately cracked up and stopped bouncing.  I said, "I'm just doing jumping jacks."  She whined, "That's weird!  Stop!"  Apparently my children think everything I do is aimed at embarrassing them.  I told her, "Just don't look at me."  To which she replied, "Just go in the other room.  I can still see you."

I went into the other room and began jumping again.  This time little Lucy crawled around the corner after me.  As she came in the room and sat down, she began cackling when she saw me!  Even a baby knows exercising looks unnatural on me.