A while back I joked (sort of) on Twitter that “If I lived alone I would work out all the time and eat broccoli for dinner every night.” I was sort of kidding.
But now I’m going to have an Empty Nest for THREE WEEKS and that means… well, tonight I had an evening workout, I had broccoli and cauliflower for dinner, and nobody cared!
Having a young family definitely impacts one’s ability to exercise and eat what one might eat on one’s own. Of course I have to remember that when I lived on my own, in my twenties, it often meant snarfing down boxes of Kraft mac and cheese (in those days 1 box = one serving) and cartons of Haagen Dasz. Living alone doesn’t guarantee healthy habits, I know that.
But my kid likes to have real meals and I do not blame her. She likes the way I cook, and she isn’t thrilled with YOYO (you’re on your own) dinners or dinners that Dad throws together when I’m out at Weight Watchers in the evenings. So I try to pull it together to cook a Real Meal a few times a week at least.
Mr. McBody is not overly attached to Real Meals. He acknowledges the effort I put in to them but he is just as happy with a can of black eyed peas or a vegi burger. He’s not picky. My mom is also pretty easy going.
So now, these days, it’s just us three. Every night can be a YOYO night if I want it to be!
I remember back when my eldest was about a year old. Her godmother, my good friend, came and lived with us for a few months. She’d get up and go running in the hills whenever she felt like it. I used to watch her go off and feel such longing for the freedom she had. Of course, she probably would’ve been happy to watch her godchild while *I* went running but I had no such desire. I remember taking one or both kids to the daycare place at the gym. After a while it just seemed like too much hassle, all of it. Activity came to become painful and unpleasant, so much so that I dreaded going to the playground because it made me so exhausted. Even to get up and push my kid on a swing. That makes me so sad now. I mean I did it – I logged in a thousand hours in playgrounds – but it felt like running a marathon every time.
So I totally understand when moms with young kids just throw in the towel. And I am completely awestruck and boggled by healthy moms like MizFit who do not see parenthood as an excuse to become a couch potato (as I did for many, many, many MANY years) – in fact who sees it as an imperative to be as active and joyful as possible. (um, can I have a do-over please?)
These days, nobody needs a ride home. Nobody needs to have their favorite chicken pot pie for dinner. I’m gonna work late, I’m gonna work out, and I’m gonna give her a big hug when she finally gets back.
June 22, 2010 at 9:19 pm
Huh…I’ve often joked that I can’t blame having kids for my weight problems. No pregnant belly, no kids to have to schedule, etc. And I have friends who have said that they would eat much better if it weren’t for their kids or husbands…I don’t *get* that. My husband likes his regular meals and he likes for me to cook for him…no YOYO although he’ll do it if I’m not around. I have to say that having to cook for him is what helps keep *me* in line. He likes that I cook *healthy*. If it were just me I think I’d be okay now…but a few years ago it would have been mac ‘n’ cheese and other crap.
June 22, 2010 at 10:58 pm
We are having broccoli soup and roasted cauliflower tonight. It is in the fridge, needs to be eaten and sounds good…:-)
I bet you are an awesome mom!
June 23, 2010 at 12:45 am
Ahh the freedom! I am proud of you because I am still not in the mindset that I wil be having brocolli and cauliflower for dinner when we are empty nesters yet. Not quite sure where that came from for you? You made me realize I have used that I am a busy mom with to many kids and kid obligations to exercise/eat right many times! Wow crazy I did not really notice it until I read this.
You have the best family 🙂