For the last two weeks I have been making an effort to get healthier, and it seems to be working. According to the doctor I have lost ten pounds and my blood pressure has lowered a bit, so I went out and celebrated my achievement with candy bars and pizza. I'm just kidding! Just with pizza, but it was homemade pizza at least.
Anyway, since I started this venture, I developed a routine where we would wake up, see momma off to work, check my blood pressure, and then exercise.
|Hey dad! I got a new weight loss program for you. I call it|
"Move Your Ass and Stop Eating so Damn Much!"
Well, I wasn't feeling it this morning, and that was unacceptable to Pizzly apparently. He's such a harsh task master.
I tried to tell him that I didn't want to do our regular routine, but he wasn't having it. He was pulling on me and pushing on me to get me up and moving around, and I couldn't really say no to him because he was so insistent.
|You see what you are doing to me Da?! You're killing me here!|
When I did say no, he brought out the drama.
He pulled out the blood pressure cuff as if to tell me that I am not as healthy as I could be yet, and then to make sure I got the point he threw himself to the floor and played dead for a few minutes!
What a nut!
He's always been like this. I remember first noticing it when he was a nutty 5 month old bouncing around in his baby swing.
He was wickedly self-reliant and strong willed.
So, I kind of figured that my wife and I were in for some crazy antics and trouble from him later on.
Well, since I knew he wasn't going to relax on the whole, "Da you need to exercise right now!" thing I decided that he was probably right.
So, I exercised. You win this time little man, but don't get used to it. When you stop being so durned cute it will be much easier to resist your demands.