It’s the start of a new year, and as I always do at the beginning of the new year, I resolve to work out more to stay healthy. As I well know, it’s hard for me to stick with anything for very long, this blog not withstanding. So I’ve come up with an incentive that I think will keep me on track. Starting this week, I am paying myself $5.00 every time I go to the YMCA, and I’ll kick in another $1.00 for every mile I walk in a single day. And this is the best part: I’m putting the money in a fund to buy my children’s Christmas presents. Brilliant, yes? I just love, love, love those kids and grandchildren so much, I couldn’t stand to disappoint them next Christmas. I couldn’t stand to see their little boo-hoo faces if nothing was under the Christmas tree from Mommy. I mean, I know every year they say, “Oh, Mom, you don’t need to buy us anything. Your love is all we want.” But what kind of a mother would I be if I listened to them?
I went to the Y on Monday, and then yesterday I went for yoga. At the end of the day, my husband called as he was leaving work and asked me if I wanted to go to the Y to work out with him when he came home. Cha-ching! Twice in one day. What a bonus for my little sweeties! It’s only Wednesday morning, and already my children have fifteen dollars in their kitty.
This is also a great way to reduce my spending. After all, my employer (me) doesn’t have an unlimited supply of funds. She can only stretch her retirement check so far. From now on, instead of drooling over the clothes in the J.Jill or Talbot’s catalogues, I’m going to put them right in the trash. My money is going straight into my kids’ Christmas fund. After I work out, of course.
Today I have nothing on my schedule except laundry. Usually, on days like this, I would sit back and read or play my music, but I need to exercise for my children (my E-string is broken again anyway). I can’t decide if I should go to the gym or walk to the library, a three-mile round trip. Or, I could walk to the gym, a two-mile round trip, plus I’d get the five bucks for working out. If I was a really good mom, I would walk to the library, walk to the gym, and work out. This tires me out just thinking about it.
I hope I can keep this up. I wonder if I should let my children know about my plan. That way, if I start to falter, they can encourage me. After all, their happiness is at stake. Now I wonder if I can get my husband to make the same deal with me. I could really use a new MacBook next Christmas. Hey, I’m only thinking of his well-being.