Today, I am thankful for my back. At least, what's left of it.
You see, apparently my back is old. After looking at the x-rays they told me that it's degenerative something or other, which is a fancy way of saying that they can't do anything for me unless I want to go to the chiropractor once a week ('cause apparently that's affordable in some circles!). When I asked them how old my back was they laughed at me and said they didn't really give it an age.
I, personally, thought it was a perfectly logical question.
Until it is better I can't run on concrete 'cause it's bad for my back. And I can't run on trails 'cause it's bad for my knee. And I can't not run 'cause it's bad for my belly fat.
Which leads me to my next question.
HOW ON EARTH AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IT ALL!!!!
I mean, I am not a lazy person - at least, I don't think I am. But between waking up in the mornings, cooking breakfast, fixing hair, cleaning up breakfast, driving the kids to school (oh, yeah, I have to dress myself somewhere in there), volunteering at the school, PTO meetings, working part time at the church, grocery shopping once a week, piano lessons (for me and the kids), church, trying to go on a date with my husband once a week, cooking dinner every night and cleaning it up, helping with homework, reading stories, washing and folding (if only we didn't have to do that part) the laundry, walking the dog, watering the flowers, cleaning the house, picking the kids up from school and all of the surprise doctor, dentist and vet visits - WHEN ON EARTH AM I SUPPOSED TO WORK OUT!
Seriously. If you have the answer, I would really like it. I can barely even find time to read a book, watch TV or play the piano. I have all of the supplies for these wonderful projects (quilts, baby outfits, hair bows) sitting in my closet, and no time to do them. Honestly, if I have a free second I would rather blog or work on one of those than work-out on the eliptical for 30 minutes. I know it's good for me, it's important and I need to do it. But, man, it is hard to find the time!
So, mom's of the world, I'm waiting desperately for your advice and words of wisdom. And if your suggestion is that I clone myself, please know that I already looked into that. Apparently it's unethical.
And a little bit pricey.