I mentioned to my 7 y/o son last night that I planned to exercise after breakfast this morning. He knows that means getting out my big exercise ball, hand weights and yoga mat. It also means I’ll be stretching, bending, kicking and punching for a good, sweaty half-hour.
He’s young enough to consider that fun.
So every 10 minutes since we woke up he’s asked, “Are you ready to exercise yet? How about now? NOW???”
Nothing like having a sweet little voice nagging at you throughout the morning to ensure that, yes, you ARE going to exercise, lady.
Which reminds me: I’ve got a workout appointment to keep.