a bit of a wake up call...

I have come to a realization... I indeed am getting older.  This is not a sad or "oh woe is me" moment but a moment to ponder all the same.  We got a Wii for Christmas and a Wii Fit.  I am very excited.  However I recently did the Wii Fit diagnostic only to realize that I am actually 39!!! My actual 36 self was not as excited after finding that out!  Anyway I have been slowly realizing that my child, my child with special needs, my child who requires lifting and assistance with almost everything, my child who is a new walker and who now weighs about 50 pounds... (50 pounds of dead weight) is becoming a physical challenge for me at an alarming rate.  Now I would like to think of my self as fairly fit and strong but I can see that in a very near future I may not be as strong and as fit as my physically challenged child may need me to be.  I mentioned to my husband that I need to kick up my workout routine.  Not that I intend on going crazy and entering a Ms. Universe body building competition anytime soon but I need to get my body stronger in order to keep myself and my child safe.  God forbid I rupture a disk in my back lifting Sam, or I slip while lifting his wheelchair out of the van, or fall while carrying him because I am so off balance ... or even worse yet... I drop him.  I realize now that as my child begins to "out grow" me that it is my responsibility to stay one step ahead of him.  So bring it on Wii Fit!!! And if I am lucky... not only will I have fabulous arm and abs come summer but I will have an easier time managing Sam until he is able to do more for himself.  Once again Sam has risen to the occasion and has forced me to take a good long look at myself and has encouraged me and given me the strength to become a better person.  And then Andrew (my honest Abe) will keep me on track as he points out all the diet commercials and all the ways that I can get into better shape and with the very best intentions he will brutally point out all my flaws (Pat is not spared from his "observations" either). So with the help of my boys... how can I fail?