Exercise avoidance can become an art-form. I have had a good go at it in the past, but no more.

Being aware of my laziness in one of the first steps a healthy lifestyle, so, here is confession No 1;

I have a little one! I can not possibly be expected to abandon her just to take care of myself.

Well… I have to set an example, a good example and of course I’m not abandoning her. I’m finding ways to include her, sort of.

Dear god I could not bear to have her climbing all over me while I try to do yoga, oh yes I’ve seen those women, I’m not one of those wonder mums, I can’t think of anything more stressful. I am working around the fact that some days it’s just me and my eight year old and I can’t use her as an excuse if I want to get fit.

So on the weekend I set her up with a snack in the park and did laps of the football pitch next to her.

We could see and hear each other the whole time, my little one has a good set of lungs on her and she’s not afraid to use them. I don’t think there’s a single person in a five-mile radios that’s unaware that I’m her mum. She was having fun, shouting, smiling and waving at me as I went around and around, and she was seeing that mum is actually exercising, not just talking about it.

The only down side was that very dizzying circuit.

I think it was twelve times around to complete two miles.

Yes it was monotonous but exercise was had and inspiration was given and all when we could have easily had a pajama day in front of the telly.

Feeling very inspiring if not quite wonder mum.

Shelley