Of butterflies and gingerbread
My poor body has received a fair bit of abuse this last weekend. I drank too much, I ate too much junk food and my only exercise consisted of an intense period of dancing, somewhere between the hours of 12am to 3am.
It was fun though...and just the right amount of childishness.
Needless to say, I'm feeling the need to start a fresh this week with a much healthier balance between energy consumption vs energy burned.
So I started the day with a 6km run before work. I tells ya, it was both great and sucky at the same time. Great 'cos I missed it greatly after taking more than a week off with a knee injury, and sucky because I'm pretty sure that my body has forgotten that it completed a marathon just 6 weeks ago. It was harder than it should have been. And now I'm limping. Stupid knee. I'm angry because I know I'm out of the running game for the time being and I worked so damn hard to get here. I'm annoyed too because the anger and frustration I feel manifests itself as tears. It bugs me that I'm so girly that I want to cry because my knee hurts. It's where my children get their 'wussy' tendencies. Does that make me a bad mum for saying that? That my children are wussy? Even when it's true?
Case and point....
She's crying because I explained to her that I bought her a new scooter to replace her broken one but before she gets it she has to learn to ride her bike without training wheels. It's a reward y'see. Ain't nothing in life that's free baby. She's crying because she's too afraid to try to learn so she assumes she'll never get her new scooter. This situation didn't go as well as I'd planned. But she'll learn. Oh yes. She'll learn.
Just like she learned that after weeks of perseverance and spending time lurking behind bushes ready to pounce... that she can actually catch a butterfly.
And just like every other bug she catches and tries to rehome, she killed it. With love.
I have lost count of the amount of ladybugs that this girl has tried to keep as a pet that soon end up toes up. She assures me that they aren't dead. They are just sleeping. And when she finally admits to herself that they've gone to the big leaf in the sky she plays with them anyway. Cos dead bugs are cool.
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I've been letting the kids take it in turn to help me make dinner each night. Tonight Caity helped me make marinated tofu stir fry. I loved it - healthy and nutritious. But as I was writing this post i just ate a big chunk of a kick ass ginger bread house my sister made me. So y'know. I'm balancing the healthy with the delicious. Easters close and I'm not sure how strong my will power is. Actually scrap that. I know just how strong it is. Not very. I'm amazed that I'm not type two diabetic.
Enjoy your Monday. May your will power be stronger than mine this weekend.
It was fun though...and just the right amount of childishness.
Needless to say, I'm feeling the need to start a fresh this week with a much healthier balance between energy consumption vs energy burned.
So I started the day with a 6km run before work. I tells ya, it was both great and sucky at the same time. Great 'cos I missed it greatly after taking more than a week off with a knee injury, and sucky because I'm pretty sure that my body has forgotten that it completed a marathon just 6 weeks ago. It was harder than it should have been. And now I'm limping. Stupid knee. I'm angry because I know I'm out of the running game for the time being and I worked so damn hard to get here. I'm annoyed too because the anger and frustration I feel manifests itself as tears. It bugs me that I'm so girly that I want to cry because my knee hurts. It's where my children get their 'wussy' tendencies. Does that make me a bad mum for saying that? That my children are wussy? Even when it's true?
Case and point....
She's crying because I explained to her that I bought her a new scooter to replace her broken one but before she gets it she has to learn to ride her bike without training wheels. It's a reward y'see. Ain't nothing in life that's free baby. She's crying because she's too afraid to try to learn so she assumes she'll never get her new scooter. This situation didn't go as well as I'd planned. But she'll learn. Oh yes. She'll learn.
Just like she learned that after weeks of perseverance and spending time lurking behind bushes ready to pounce... that she can actually catch a butterfly.
And just like every other bug she catches and tries to rehome, she killed it. With love.
I have lost count of the amount of ladybugs that this girl has tried to keep as a pet that soon end up toes up. She assures me that they aren't dead. They are just sleeping. And when she finally admits to herself that they've gone to the big leaf in the sky she plays with them anyway. Cos dead bugs are cool.
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I've been letting the kids take it in turn to help me make dinner each night. Tonight Caity helped me make marinated tofu stir fry. I loved it - healthy and nutritious. But as I was writing this post i just ate a big chunk of a kick ass ginger bread house my sister made me. So y'know. I'm balancing the healthy with the delicious. Easters close and I'm not sure how strong my will power is. Actually scrap that. I know just how strong it is. Not very. I'm amazed that I'm not type two diabetic.
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| Photo credit: Caity bear, on my phone. I'm trying to pull the same face she did. She looks much cuter. |
Enjoy your Monday. May your will power be stronger than mine this weekend.
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