Accountability

Another weekend at work - I learned CF sucks. Wait, I already knew that. If my children ever have a chronic illness, please don't let that change the way I treat them. Chronic illness should not equal wimpy, puny, pathetic or rude, especially to the folks trying to help you get better.

On to the point...

Our school participates in a big marathon in the big city every year. The kids who want to are asked to complete 26 books, 26 good deeds, and 25 miles in their community, and the last mile is at Forest Park on the day of the marathon - Read, Right and Run. I told Evan I would run with him last year when we did this, but didn't get my butt moving. Now I know that we can't run with the kids on marathon day, but that doesn't mean I can't challenge and help him. Last year, he walked the mile with a volunteer and cried. This year, I'd like for him to feel like he can actually run it, and he's starting to get a tummy like his parents. I ditched the Weight Watchers membership today, and joined our rec center last week. Now it's time to get serious. It's too easy to skip the WW meetings and waste the $$. There is a pool that the kids like at the rec center, which will get us through spring break on a 6 month membership, when it's warm enough to be outside. Poor Colby - one morning last week we were walking after I dropped Evan at school, and it was 42 outside. Little chilly when you're in the stroller, not generating any heat. If you see me on a regular basis, hold me accountable for going to the gym. Hold me accountable for eating crap and drinking soda. Encourage my kids to eat good stuff, despite their sweet tooth. Give me trouble for feeding them fried chicken for dinner. I can probably learn to cook healthy, if I put forth a little more interest and effort - right after I learn to cook...