It seems this is my new personal trainer. She has really gotten into working out lately and is determined to work daily on being "super strong and super healthy." She is super competitive in just about everything, so being the strongest kid in First Grade (yep, she's just six) would really make her skirt fly up - if she wore skirts, that is.
I think it's great that she likes to exercise. We never discuss weight or being fat or anything, but we do discuss healthy habits, like limiting sugar/junk food and being active. (I sound like a Prevention ad.)
Anyway, I've found a big-time bonus to her having this little GI Jane-obsession. She motivates me now. Today, for example, I said I didn't really feel like exercising. I just wasn't motivated. I just wanted to be lazy today. You know what she told me? "Mom, you just gotta stop thinking about it and get with it."
She actually talked me into a 40-minute circuit. We took turns lifting weights and running on the treadmill. It was actually pretty fun, having someone to work out with who doesn't see working out as another daily chore.
Now, if she can only train me to put down the Oreos...