Last night I was feeling particularly bloaty after eating a bit more than I should have. Instead of vegging out in front of my computer screen and "tweeting" my distress to the masses, I opted to work out in front of my television set with my new toy - called Kettlebell. The Kettlebell looks like it should be attached to a chain gang - it's a big steel ball with a steel loop on top. You exercise with it by swinging it (carefully - this thing weighs 12 lbs - some weigh MORE - and has the capacity to do SERIOUS damage) over your head, through your legs, using your core strength to make sure you don't throw your back out or wreck your knees or clock yourself in the process.
My 16-year old daughter walked in and announced, "I feel fat, I think I'll work out too," and she proceeded to devise a cross training type of workout using the treadmill and mat exercises - in intervals.
I remember when I was her age. The television (not exercise videos) and a bag full of bagels were my way of detoxing after a tough day! My mother would agonize over my weight problem - but I never saw her exercise or make an effort to really address her own weight issues. It's a question of "Do as I do," and it works - it really does! Go Casey! I was proud to see her sweating, grunting and working hard along with me. And I'm even prouder to say that long after I gave up and hit the showers, she was still going strong at her workout.
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