16 weeks pregnant (tomorrow). I think I’m starting to feel the baby move, but these early flutters are so easy to confuse with the digestive process sometimes I wonder if it’s just dinner that I’m feeling move around.
January One started with a four mile walk. A walk sprinkled with the tiniest bit of running. I had intended to run the entire way today, but running for very long is proving to be too uncomfortable these days. “Mostly walking” it is then.
The kids spent the whole day in their pajamas. Maxine took her legs out of her brand new footie pajamas long enough to get her toenails painted pink and air dried, and then back into the footed footies her feet went. I put all the Christmas decorations away while he kept the kids busy, and then together over the course of the day got the house back into to it’s pre-Christmas state.
(i.e., still a little messy)
I had over easy eggs on toast for breakfast. A hummus wrap stuffed with red lead lettuce for lunch. A big salad with a piece of baked halibut for dinner. I’m jonesing hard for something sweet thanks to a Christmas cookie habit I seemed to have picked up over the course of the last three weeks. The only thing that’s keeping me from making those Cookies in a Jar from my Mother in Law is the fact that we are out of butter.
(Note to self: do not buy butter until sugar withdrawal period is complete.)
I recently heard someone say that going for a walk “isn’t fun”. I thought about that today and decided it’s sort of true. Then I thought of something I’ve heard myself say to the girls more than once; not everything in life is going to be fun.
There are definitely ways to make being active MORE fun if you find it boring and would like it to be more stimulating. An audio player seems like the most obvious fun factor suggestion anybody might make. Either that or walking or running with someone who’s company you enjoy.
Music and podcasts can be great of course, but audio books are a nice change of pace too. They’re free if you get books on CD from your library (assuming you return them on time, no promises here) and load them onto your iPod. One year I ran almost every run while being read to. That summer started with The Red Tent by Anita Diamant. Some of my other favorites that year were The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini and Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden.
What if we just stop expecting exercise to be fun? I think it’s the Buddhists that say expectations are at the root of all our suffering. I’m no Buddhist, but it seems to me that little piece of wisdom is spot on.
Welcome 2012! Hope yours was happy.