Choices . . .

Noah seemed okay most of the day yesterday. Come afternoon, his contained energy was causing him to bounce off the walls. So I risked a vomit repeat and brought him to karate. I sat in on the class, just in case, and the kid was fine.

The novelty of karate has worn off and Noah now realizes that it's a lot of work. He doesn't want to take karate anymore. However, he is six and doesn't get to make that call. He needs to learn commitment and he needs to exercise. I like the physical and mental lessons taught in karate and I am the one who gets to make the choice. I think it's good for him and an hour and a half of lessons a week is not a lot to ask of a kid who mostly gets to play, watch TV and choose from not one, but two gaming systems (besides the internets).

Now I need to treat myself with that same discipline. Last night, after dinner, I asked Sarah if we were still going to the gym. She replied, "I don't think we have a choice." That hit home with me big time. I still act like I have the choice to skip a day at the gym here or there. I don't. I HAVE TO GO. I believe this mantra will help me stay committed to going to the gym and eating better.

Sarah and I have a pact and we're keeping each other accountable. Thank you Sarah, for helping give me the push and companionship I need to get myself in shape!