I’m not proud of what I’m about to admit.
I have a really bad habit of waking up in the morning, rolling over to read the time on my iPhone, and then checking my email. Some mornings, my eyes have barely adjusted to the light before I’m already scanning my inbox. I’m sure there’s a professional out there somewhere who can tell me why this is incredibly unhealthy but deep down, I already know it.
So yesterday, as I thumbed through my messages with bleary eyes, I had to give my head a shake when I saw a completely unfamiliar sight — my dad’s name, in my inbox. Well wonders never cease! My father got an email account. How weird.
The craziness all started last month when I went back to my hometown to help my parents move. After 35 years in mechanics, they sold their automotive shop in Victoria, BC and set out on a new career with a green energy consulting company in Denver, CO. Career changes instead of retirement? International moves when most are downsizing to a condo? Good to know some things don’t change: my parents are just as crazy now as they were when I was a kid!
Keeping a healthy routine when faced with inordinate amounts of stress is pretty difficult but my parents are proving that you can face stressful life changes while still making your health a priority. In fact, Mum has been taking advantage of her well-deserved down-time and knocking out Jillian’s 30 Day Shred, doing walk/runs and eating clean while visiting her family for a few weeks (well, except for my grandma’s famous Nanaimo Bars…but even I couldn’t muster the will power to avoid those!).
And then there’s Dad. First the email, then he’s reading my health & fitness blog (and not just through my mother hollering it to him over the shop office!), and now I hear he’s completed his first workout with a personal trainer!
Seriously proud Domestica moment over here!
If anyone would like to know where I get my over-achiever, jack-of-all-trades personality from, now you know. My ambitious, fearless father who used to scare the crap out of me on anything with a motor (sea-doo’s, dirt bikes, speed boats — you name it — and let’s not talk about it) is at it again.
Great job Dad! I know you’ll knock it out of the park, as usual! Can’t wait to hit the gym with you, soon.