I Would Just Like to Say ...
What the fuck?!?!
I'm busting my ass to get said ass to the gym three to four times a week these days. I'm still in the ramping up phase of working out-it's not exactly a habit yet. (Which means, I'm driving myself on sheer willpower, vanity, and the hopes that I'll live long enough to see my kids grown up.) I'm running and lifting weights. Today I tried the stairmaster, which is clearly still the master as it was hard! (12 minutes, 42 flights, 55! calories) Then treadmill time, then weights.
Ian has been working out regularly (religiously) for 5 months now. It's become part of his "lifestyle," as has eating right. He looks and feels fantastic. Lucas loves joining daddy during his workouts, and even "works out" alongside him, lifting tiny dumbells, jumping around, riding his bike.
We try so hard to be good examples for our kids. We try to model good habits: exercise, healthy foods (organic, locally grown, high protein, low sugar, whole grains, etc.). We do active things with them, like riding bikes and taking walks and swimming.
So, how come today when I take my kids to the gym childcare, the childcare people give Lucas FUCKING CANDY?!
It's bad enough that the older kids (Lucas's age group) are allowed to play video games instead of engaging in active play if they want to. There is nothing quite so disturbing as looking through the window and seeing seven or so slack-jawed, staring fat kids under 8 with game controllers in their hands.
This morning, I said to Lucas, "I would be very happy if you spent your time here playing ball and being active instead of watching video games." He did as I asked. He played basketball.
But when I arrived to pick him up, he and five other kids were sitting in a circle on the floor around Perky Childcare Worker sucking on lollipops. She proudly explained, "Well, the court was a mess with balls everywhere, and the children helped me clean them up, so I gave them candy."
Um ... Manager? May I have a word with you?