“Mommy, why do you exercise?” Tori asked, touching my still-sweating forehead.
“Well, because it makes me feel good.”
“You like to run on the treadmill?”
“I do. I like it a lot. Plus, it’s good exercise.”
“I exercise when I go to dance class,” she says, forehead furrowed as she tries to wrap her head around the concept.
“Yep, you do. And it’s fun, isn’t it?”
And with that she gets up and starts leaping around the room.
“I move my legs like this,” she says, kicking her leg behind her.
“And shuffle step, and jump and TWIRL!” This last is shouted as she spins around the room.
I laugh. “You sure do love to twirl!”
“I do, I do, I do! Exercise is fun!!
I love that she has this attitude about exercise. She doesn’t see it as work. It’s not something she has to do. She dances because it feels good. Moving feels good. And it’s fun.
It makes me feel like maybe I’m doing something right.
I won’t lie. I started moving for all the usual reasons. I needed to lose weight. I needed to get healthier. And, more than anything, I needed to set a good example for her.
And when I first told her that I liked to exercise, I was flat out lying. I hated every second of it.
But in the tradition of fake it till you make it, I’m discovering that I really do like to exercise. I’ve been getting on the treadmill lately not because I have to, but because it feels good to move – especially after a long day stuck in front of a computer.
Once again, that little monster of mine has taught me (or forced me to learn) a valuable lesson. Moving is fun.
I hope she never forgets it.