I was watching Oprah the other day and she had these people on who are trying to lose weight. They are trying to follow a diet and exercise regime laid out for them by Bob Greene, Oprah's trainer-guy. This one woman was about my age and while she was talking to Bob Greene, I had this Aha! moment. This woman used to be a beauty queen and she used to be very athletic. (Neither of which apply to me, I admit--my moment came later in the discussion.) She got married and had some kids and then let herself go like so many women do.
Most women who have children and then let themselves go blame it on basically forgetting they are a Woman and Not Just a Mommy. They say they are so busy taking care of everyone else they don't take care of themselves.
Not to sound heartless, but I get tired of hearing that. Blah blah blah. I am a Mommy. But I still want to look good for my husband and I still want to be healthy and live a long life. Maybe I am just too selfish deep down to ever forget that I am a Person and Not Just a Mommy. I take breaks from my babies. I am not their only parent--Jonathan is very involved and gives me time to unwind from them.
So this woman didn't give the same old song and dance about taking care of everyone else first and not herself blah blah blah. She said she thought she was Uninteresting. She was Bored.
They showed a picture of her, lying on the couch, watching tv, eating junk food.
I immediately sat up straight on the couch, turned up the tv and put my box of cookies on the coffee table.
That's how I feel!
I am Uninteresting. I am Bored.
I never have anything interesting to blog about, because I am Uninteresting. I don't call my friends because I have nothing new to tell them about my life. I am Uninteresting. And I am Bored. I bore myself.
That's my problem. Now how do I solve it?
And Leila, before you even begin to tell me to exercise, let me tell you I started. I feel so lame even mentioning it because it is not much to brag about, but I am mentioning it to forestall your telling me to exercise to cure my boredom.
The last 2 days I ran on our treadmill. 2 minutes a day. Go ahead and laugh. This is only the beginning, people. I hope.
One day I will be this awesome runner and I will be able to say, "Man, when I started running, I could barely run for 2 minutes!"
Besides, I tell Jonny, I have no excuse now. Who is so freakin' busy she can't fit a 2 minute workout into her day?