X could be for xylophone, or xi (thanks Words With Friends), or xenon. (Yeah, I had to look up “words that start with X” because I was blanking.) I can’t recall anything funny my kids have said regarding xylophones or X-rays or anything else that starts with an X, so today I’ll talk about (e)Xercise. Maybe I’m cheating a little with this post, but you’re getting a post for X that doesn’t relate to something x-rated, so there’s that. (Aren’t you glad you can come to a parenting blog and not read about super naughty things?)
Exercise is one of the banes of my existence. You see, my butt, my couch, and my TV have a good thing going on. Almost a Justin Timberlake and Jimmy Fallon type good thing, but without the music and hilariousness. With the exception of trips to the pantry, they don’t want anything impeding on their time together. Not cleaning, not clothes folding, and especially not exercising. That might get in the way of watching football games or Netflix binges or Sucky Movie Night. (If you’re looking for an awful — and I mean awful in every sense of the word — movie, then watch ThanksKilling. You’ll be appalled, horrified, and stupefied.)
My husband believes in setting good examples for the kids on occasion, so once in a while he hops back on the exercise bandwagon. (All right, I will sometimes, too, but even when that happens, I’m with my couch in spirit.) He was doing some circuit training exercises a couple years ago when he asked Little Man if he wanted to work out with him. Little Man said “yes,” but not only was the exercising short-lived, it also became clear that he didn’t quite get the point of it.
Doughnuts — the post-exercise snack of champions.