I like my junk food.
I cannot give it up.
Sadly, I'm getting older, so that means my metabolism has been declining. So I either can A) give up my junk food or B) start working out.
I'm allergic to gyms, so I thought, okay, I'll start a walking/jogging thing. I've been doing this while the kids are in school. However, the kids are out of school now, and I can't stop eating junk food over the summer, so I decided to still do the walk/jog thing in the morning.
This means Tommy is in charge. He's 13 and it's legal for him to watch Natalie on base. I told him this, thinking he'd feel mature, but he was all, "What? I hate her though."
I went, "You don't HATE her. She'll be all you have when Dad and I croak."
Tommy scowled. "She's loud and she's always touching my things."
I grinned. "Welcome to my world! Plus, I'll be gone for about twenty minutes and I'm on base on the trails. If anything goes wrong, I have my phone. I can be back to the house in five minutes. Two if I can muster up the strength to run."
But Natalie? When I told Natalie Tommy would be in charge of her she was like,
"Are you KIDDING me? He barely remembers to feed the cat!"
I groaned and rubbed my temples. "Natalie," I said calmly. "It's for TWENTY minutes. He won't even have to FEED you."
"I can take care of myself," Natalie grumbled.
I started to do this on Saturday so they'd get used to it. Normally I take the weekends off. Natalie gripped onto my leg and was like, "Hurry back," as if I were leaving for a week.
It went okay though. Natalie eventually let me free, and when I came back she was on the iPad and Tommy was messing around with his phone. Natalie took one look at my red face and went,
"Are you okay? Do I need to call 911?"
My face turns bright red when I walk/jog because I feel like I want to die and keel over. Another runner even asked if I was okay once. I think he was worried I was going to die and keel over.
"I'm great," I lied. Sweat was dripping off my forehead. "I see everything is okay here. Tommy took good care of you?"
Natalie shrugged. "He ignored me and I ignored him."
But at least I can still walk/jog and enjoy some donuts.