Owning Up to Bad Choices
Saturday, September 10, 2011
One of the the traits I try to instill in my sons is owning up to their choices, good or bad. Often, they try to blame each other or sometimes just lie about these bad choices. It is something that we are still in the process of developing.
It seems to me that I need to instill this trait in myself as well. Today, I have to change my weight loss ticker to reflect a much higher number. I haven't changed it since April even though I knew it was moving steadily upwards. In fact I even abandoned Sparkpeople for a while because this lie was bothering me so much.
Of course, I can come up with excuses as to why I ate more and exercised less. In fact the only exercise I did was bicycling - my new obsession, when I wasn't watching on TV - Tour de Suisse, Tour de France, and USAPCC - I can tell you a lot about all of them. These reasons include such things as stress, too hot to exercise, boys getting in the way, boys eating all the time (the fact that they are small and while not underweight close to it makes me not want to negate this too much), and so on and so forth. But they are excuses. I made the choice not to exercise and to treat my body like a garbage disposal (something really easy to do when you have children who take one bite and leave the rest). And now is the time to OWN UP to that was well as my current weight (which I will change as soon as I finish this post). There were my choices and I made them. They were definitely bad choices and I admit it.
Now, that I am aware (once again) of these bad choices, I need to plan how not to make these same bad choices again. It will be hard, but I must persevere. For a while at least, it should be as difficult. Both boys have school now, S for 3 hours a day, and L all day. That should give me some exercise time without child underfoot.
I wrote this blog this morning while I helped L work on some school work. He is not excelling. I was trying to instill in him how important handwriting is. Now, he is running a 101.5 fever. So far I haven't let that stress me out too much. It has, however, cut into exercise time. Less than twelve hours later, I am already making excuses as to why I can't exercise. I could go do it now, but I know that in a few hours L will be up needing more medicine, and 4 hours after that again. Of course, if L has it, S will have it too, so I have that to look forward to as well. As S had me up at 1 this morning, and L at 3 for his first round of medicine (which I thought worked - silly me), I am deciding that a choice of extra sleep is probably in this instant more important than exercising (which I almost did, but was begged by my child to sit beside him and hold him - this doesn't happen like it used to so I did ).