I woke up this morning with a runny nose. I was up all night with my 10 month old, Charlie, who is also suffering from a allergies. My husband was also up at 3:30am without returning to sleep. No rest for the weary. I thought, "There is no way that I'm going for a walk this morning. I'm beat." While I was in the bathroom I stepped on the scale to find that I've lost another pound over the past three days. Then I peeked over the edge of Charlie's bed to see him sleeping soundly under his flannel blanket.
Many of you know that my son Charlie is a stroke survivor. He had a grade four stroke in utero and is in the process of overcoming the physical effects of his brain hemorrhage. I was chatting with my Dad yesterday. We talked about my weight loss goal and I said, "In addition to feeling healthy and becoming smaller, losing the weight is about preparing myself for the small possibility that Charlie may not ever walk unassisted. He may be in a wheel chair or need me to carry him during the early years." My Dad laughed and said, "Are you kidding? You need to lose the weight so that you can take off after him in a dead sprint when he runs away from you into the street. That kid is going to leave you in the dust if you don't drop a few." I'm so lucky to have positive, funny, wonderful people in my life. Thanks Dad! So, Charlie, the race is on - hit me with your best shot. I promise to get out of bed every day and go walking so that when you're ready to start sprinting, I'll be right behind you!
P.S. This morning's playlist was a shuffle of Beyonce, Cake, Nelly Furtado, Madonna and Christina Aguilera. When I came home from my two-mile walk, Charlie was still asleep.