Today is the first Fat Ticker Friday for the Hot for the Holidays challenge. Are there mulligans in this challenge? I could use one this week. Oops! I didn't quite stick with the plan. The scale reflected my lack of discipline. It did go in the right direction but only by half a pound.
The whole healthy eating/exercise thing went well until about Wednesday. I ate veggies and went for walks with the family in the beginning of the week. WWBD (What would bloggers do?) has been a common theme so far in this challenge. On Tuesday, WWBD helped me avoid sending my hubby to Dairy Queen for a hot fudge and caramel sundae. After a stressful bedtime routine, you don't know how much I wanted that soft serve! But my fellow HFH bloggers motivated me to stay the course.
Then Wednesday happened. Hubby had a cold. A cold that made the world stop. At least his world. He stayed home from work and slept. All day long. I could go on about this but I'll just leave it at that! My 3 year old was wild since Daddy was home during the week. It wasn't a good day.
Do you know who was there for me? A box of brownies. Brownies were there for me. I asked myself WWBD. Apparently I channeled a sect of rogue bloggers set on ruining my diet. I caved. I baked the brownies and I ate them. A lot of them. So it's really no surprise that the scale didn't take the downward dive I had hoped. But there's always next week!
As part of the challenge, the question of the week is: "What would you like your legacy to be?" Good question. Here it goes.
I'm really only concerned with what my family and close friends think of me, now and after I'm gone. If I really drill down to the heart of it, it's mainly my kids that I'm talking about. I want to be Supermom to them. Not the Supermom that is always on the go with perfect hair and make up, proving just how supreme she is to all the other lowly mothers. (Let's be honest, I haven't put on make up in months. I don't think I'd recognize myself if I put it on. Hairstyles? How does a ponytail sound?) The kind of Supermom who is always there for the kids to love them and hopefully guide them in their lives.
I want my kids to have a childhood they relish. When they're adults, I want them to say, "Remember the time mom..." and I want it to be a happy memory. I want them to remember spending time with me doing fun things. Not going to Disney World fun things, just the everyday things. Baking cookies. Playing in the backyard. Decorating for holidays. I work from home to pay the bills (for some reason the mortgage company is picky about getting paid every month). It's a tough balance. Do I work a few extra hours so we can buy groceries this week or do I cuddle with the kids? I hope that my kids know just how much I love and cherish everything they do. I want them to think of their mom and smile.
I hope you all have a truly wonderful weekend! I have a couple little monkeys who need some attention.