This morning over breakfast, Matthew announced that "Mom, I think you and I need to do some more exercise."
My thought: oh crap. He's only seven, and he's figured out that I need to exercise.
What I said: "well, you have a good point, actually. What do you propose?"
Matthew: "Well, I'm talking about more than going for walks outside. I think in the mornings, at least a few times a week, you should get on the treadmill and I should do jumping jacks, or bounce on my new ball, or practice sit-ups like Uncle David taught me. Or maybe I'll run around the basement while you're on the treadmill."
Me: "Hmm...that sounds like it's something that would be good for us. But it would mean getting up earlier in the morning." (said sneakily and not wisely, but hopefully nonetheless).
Matthew: "If I get up earlier, I'd probably fall asleep a little easier at nighttime. So I can handle it if you can."
Ahh, that's the real rub - can I handle doing exercise??!!! I'm not sure! I hate it. But I know I need it. So we agreed that we'll do our first joint exercise 'class' tomorrow morning...at least, that's the plan. Ten or fifteen minutes max. Yikes, being encouraged towards fitness by a kid who's not even half my height...embarrassing, really. But oh well - if it works to get my butt on the treadmill, maybe we'll both learn a thing or two.