Those you who are serious runners are going to find this funny but I am very proud of myself because I am running 1.5 miles a few times a week. When I first started jogging at the beginning of the summer, I couldn’t go for more then ten minutes without heaving over into a big pile of wheezing blubber. But now I am up to 20 whole minutes.
My diet has not gone very well. I am not best friends with self-restraint. But I have lost 10 lbs just from the exercise. I have also been lifting weights. I felt pressured into weight training because my son is in the 80 percentile for both height and weight, and loves being tossed around. He is a 35 pound bruiser, and I needed to become stronger in order to play with him.
And for some reason, he has totally regressed, and he wants to be carried around all of the time. He has taken to crawling again. He points to himself, says “Baby” and then demands to be picked up. Jen tries to reason with him. She argues that the mere fact that he can say “baby” indicates that he is not, in fact, a baby. Reason has no sway on him whatsoever, he just crawls away.
If we had actually succeeded in our babymaking, I would assume that is the reason for his sudden infantilism. But really, he just decided 2 and ½ wasn’t working for him and he would rather go back to being 9 months.
If I could go back, I think I would go back to 27. But I don’t really want to be 27, I want to have the life I have now, I just want to look like I did when I was 27. Please don’t suggest plastic surgery to me. I’ve seen those women. When you merge 20 with 40, you do not get 20 or 40 – you are just out there in plastic land.