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600 Seconds All to Myself

If I only have 10 minutes, I’m going to make every second count.

You probably don’t have time to read this blog post. But let’s pretend you’re multi-tasking, reading this while you wait in line at Starbucks or are on the can (hopefully not at Starbucks), and you’re not feeling like you had to find the time to scroll through. Because it’s only when we are already doing something not so enjoyable, that we feel justified to tack on another activity that does cause some pleasure. This is evidenced by the number of Candy Crush games I see being played among the sardine masses smushed together on my train.

I know I don’t have time for anything. I don’t. Don’t even ask me. You know I don’t, because I’m just like you. Here’s what we are all busy with:

  • comparing prices on vacations we’ll never take
  • texting grocery lists to loved ones
  • food shopping
  • food prep
  • cleaning up after meals
  • bathing small humans
  • checking homework
  • paying bills
  • clearing clutter (at least enough to form a path from the front door to the bedroom)
  • commuting
  • digging through our pockets for a Metrocard with enough money
  • chewing off hangnails (our own or those of the small humans who live with us)
  • walking pets
  • buying birthday cards
  • sharing our Buzzfeed test results
  • scheduling doctor appointments
  • enrolling a small human in UPK
  • packing lunches
  • unpacking uneaten lunches
  • maintaining chore/reward charts
  • trying to find that thing we can’t find
  • sewing/ironing/taping on Girl Scout patches
  • shuttling small humans to soccer, dance, art, piano, Thai school, Greek school, Hebrew school
  • doing, folding and putting away laundry
  • updating our Google calendars
  • weeding through and discarding dried up lipsticks, markers, glue and Play-Doh
  • looking at craft projects we won’t do
  • searching for recipes we won’t make
  • cursing tiny Legos
  • Back-pedaling after cursing
  • reading bedtime stories
  • work: researching, writing, calling, proposing, budgeting, meeting, revising, re-scheduling
  • sleeping
  • reminding our partners about that thing we need to remind them about
  • convincing our partners that we’re not nagging
  • scrolling through the Netflix queue
  • Chucking expired milk, coupons and gym memberships

And a lot of other stuff I haven’t listed.

How could I resist these little time suckers?

How could I resist these little time suckers?

So where, in the 24 hours that constitute one day, would we find the time to work out?

This is where 10 minutes come in.

Last week I decided that I needed to re-commit to health. Not weightloss, not being cut. Just, general health. Being more active, having more energy and staying hydrated.

There are some things I can’t control. An editor having an off day, the weather, my daughter’s tendency to dress like a 1920s vaudeville act. But I needed to be more in control of how I was feeling. And I always felt better when I was able to exercise.

So I’m finding 10 minutes wherever I can. I throw on whatever I need to. Sometimes I don’t bother with socks. I don’t “fix” my hair. I just say: “10 minutes now.” And nothing else happens in those 10 minutes other than me pushing for maximum intensity, because if you only have 10 minutes, you have GOT to go hard. I’m finding awesome FREE interval training videos on the Lionsgate BeFIT channel on Youtube.

It’s only been about 6 days, but it’s paying off. I feel more energized. I’m less sore today than I was Monday. And I’m finding that I could squeeze in a couple of 10-minute sessions in a day. Even if one of them is at 10 o’clock at night.

Read a decent amount of fitness articles, especially in women’s magazines, and you’ll find you can be painted into a corner trying to work out the perfect way. Most people will tell you you shouldn’t exercise at night. But I believe exercising at night is better than not exercising at all. Working out certain muscle groups on the same day is not recommended. But I can’t think about it, or take the time to note it in some exercise journal. If I stop and think, I lose momentum.

I just have to do it. 10 minutes at a time. I’ll let you know how it goes.

What can YOU do in 10 minutes that will make you feel better?

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5 Reasons Why Mom Can’t Get Sick

I always say that I never get sick.  And then this winter I got sick, and stayed sick, for about 2 months.  Nothing relieved the coughing, dripping, hacking and sore throat.  The doctors were stumped.  And then, it went away.

So I learned not to take for granted any “well period” I may have, especially because children have zero tolerance for a dip in their parents’ fortitude.  I also learned what kind of chaos ensues if my senses are compromised when I’m down for the count.
1. Nose stuffed: Can’t smell that stinkbomb that the baby dropped in his diaper just before he went to bed.  The odor permeates the house throughout the night and the deposit chafes the little guy’s rump.  Diaper cream and fumigation techniques are tested to their limits.

2. Eyes watery.  It’s all a blur.  Trying to order more diaper cream online.  But may have selected Ben-Gay instead.  A 3-pack.  That COULD be an amazing chocolate cake the kids just baked in the middle of the living room.  If only I could smell it to be sure…

3. Ears clogged.  The tea kettle boils over and the water evaporates.  The crash of the precariously designed Lego tower goes unnoticed, as do the wails of its architect (and the cackles of its demolition expert).  The diapers delivery is missed because the doorbell wasn’t heard.  Household now at dangerously low diaper cream levels.

4. Throat sore.  Can’t call for more tissues.  Can’t ask for a cough drop.  Can’t yell at anyone to stop drawing on the walls.  Popcorn for dinner?  I  literally have no say.

5. Body achy.  Hugs hurt.  Lap’s off limits.  A nursing child suddenly weighs a ton.  Can’t hold a toothbrush.  Kids’ hygiene habits are suspended until I bounce back.  I teach the kids to air kiss goodnight.

Another lesson learned – ask for help.  If you pretend you can still do it all, people won’t ask if you need them to pitch in.  You do.  Because you’re probably terrible at microwaving popcorn.

How do YOU deal as a parent when you’re sick?

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