Woman Loses Baby in Cat Fight

What's horrifying about the video embedded below is not the actual fight, but rather that the baby in the red stroller gets pushed to the side--and disappears from the mother's view--for the duration of the altercation.

I don't know how city-dwellers do it. Give me wide open spaces, fresh air, and strangers who still give you the "howdy" wave when you drive by their house. I've been to the city, and it's not for me.

Two days ago I was driving down a rural road and saw two older women with a flat tire. They were trying to change a tire on their car, but it was a bit of a job, given their age. Just before I got close to them, a man in a pickup truck stopped to offer them assistance. THAT, dear friends, is the reason I live in a small town.

When the zombies come, I hope there's a good ol' boy standing beside me with his shotgun.

Finding Time For Fitness

I've always kind of hated physical activity.

When I was in college, I'd DRIVE four blocks to the local Mexican restaurant and eat a big ol' burrito with a side of cheese fries.

That sentence pretty much sums up my lifelong attitude toward food and exercise.

But as I've gotten older (though not much wiser), I've come to see the importance of being fit. Aside from the obvious health benefits, it definitely is a good thing in shit+fan situations. A healthy level of fitness would allow me to do the physical labor necessary to get through any disaster, bug out on foot with my kids, reduce my odds of needing medication that might be difficult to obtain, or simply boost my odds of surviving.

Unfortunately, my general malaise plus my natural inclination to being sedentary has left me pretty much a lazy lump ever since I got pregnant with R (more than a year ago).

I've been trying to think of ways to work exercise into my schedule, but it just isn't happening. Exercising while caring for two young kids is almost impossible.

I know I have to find the motivation inside myself, but I can't seem to find it.

I swear, if there were a Mexican restaurant four blocks away, my lazy ass would still be driving to it.

General Malaise

For some reason, I've just been in a funk lately.

I can't seem to break out of it, and it's turning me into a lump.

Compromises

Well, my Early Riser Experiment was a dismal failure.

Lesson learned: It's foolish to fight my inner nature.

I own a treadmill, but it's a gigantic ugly machine that will look horrible in the main living space of my house. Nonetheless, I have asked Hubby to move it from the basement to the upstairs area. When R goes down for a nap, I plan to set up P with some type of art project (or Dora DVD) and get in 30 minutes of running. It's better than nothing.

I might as well accept that only a zombie attack is likely to drag my ass out of bed in the morning.