The Kid Is Going to Kill Me

A couple of weeks ago my son had a scary breathing (or, rather, lack thereof) episode at school. Long story short, while his diagnosis isn't clear yet, the doctor gave him orders to exercise to work his lungs.

It's November. It's cold. It's dark. Sure, I'll send my son out in the dark with a parka and make him ride his bike. Not happening.

But we do have a trusty treadmill.

How does one get a 13-year-old to work out on it?

I'm either brilliant or really stupid. I've got some extra baggage I'm trying to drop, so I thought that hey, why I don't the two of us have a little competition?

This is what we're doing: Whoever burns the most calories between now and the end of the year has to treat the other person to a movie of their choice, complete with popcorn and drinks. He's hoping he gets treated to some action/fantasy/boy movie, and he's sure that if I win, I'll make him pay for some girlie flick.

He got so excited about it that he immediately made a chart with dates and columns for counting up our calories and everything and hung it on the wall.

Ever since, he's been exercising his tail off, leaving my calorie numbers in the dust. But if this competition is going to be even remotely motivating for him, it has to be a real competition. If he's thousands of calories ahead of me, he'll stop exercising.

So I find myself huffing and puffing on that stupid treadmill in a vain effort to catch up. Every day I get out of bed with sore muscles in places where I forgot I had muscles. I've gotten lots of blisters. Sometimes after exercising, I hobble around the house for two hours, or I cough and hack because my lungs aren't used to the exertion. Oh, and housework has sort of fallen to the wayside.

But no matter how hard I exercise, the kid manages to outdo me. Which means I have to keep working to keep him motivated. I'm dying here.

I got a slight reprieve over the weekend when he (unfortunately) came down with a pretty bad 48-hour head cold.

He's better now, so we're both back on the treadmill. As of right this second, I'm up by about 175 calories (after busting it out for an hour this morning). But he's not home from school yet. He'll take one look at the chart, hop on the treadmill, and leave me in the dust again.

It's good for him, but dang, I'm getting too old for this . . .

Comments

Sher said…
Good for you! My take is whatever it is that motivates you, as long as you're doing something. Exercise is a HUGE part of my life. If you've read any of my depressing posts, you'll know it really helps ward off my crazy lady.
Once you push past the beginning with the sore muscles, it can get to be quite enjoyable. I now look forward to those sore muscles, because that tells me I did something good for my body.
I know, I'm crazy.
But, yeah for you!!
Lara said…
Wow.

Perhaps I should do this to motivate my husband to exercise?

Good luck, and don't die!
Kristina P. said…
Why don't you try the leash and the car next time.
Melanie J said…
You are a great mom!
Kimberly said…
What an awesome mum you are!

I need to do something like this to lose the last...err...25 or so...
Josi said…
LOL--that's awesome. You're a good mom, but there are those moments when we go, huh, what did I just do? Good luck!
That's so sad and so sweet all at the same time. I love it.
Michemily said…
I wish I had someone motivating me. I tried to make a deal with someone, but since he didn't take it seriously, it wasn't that hard to let it go.
LisAway said…
You're great! My husband refuses to do any sort of competition like that because he thinks you should be motivated to do something on your own, for yourself. I disagree with him. A little competition can be an excellent motivator, AS YOU KNOW!! :) Keep up the good work, and don't die on us!
Heidi Ashworth said…
You rock! I would never make it past day two.
Aqua said…
I so need a 13 year old boy to motivate me!
in time out said…
good luck to both of you. sorry your son is having trouble. you have our good vibes and prayers coming your direction. take care, enjoy the holidays.

any calories digested on thanksgiving don't count. enjoy.

happy day. ♥
Luisa Perkins said…
It's good for you, too! What a fantastic idea. I may have to try this with my kids.
Summer said…
That is a totally awesome idea. I think I'll have to try this on my husband. ;)

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