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	<title>Triathlon Parenting &#187; regrets</title>
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	<description>Equipping and Encouraging Parents, One Step at at Time      by Davi Nabors, M.Ed., LMHC, NCC</description>
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		<title>Fueled by GRUMPY!!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 03:49:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Davi Nabors</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;How ya doin this morning?&#8221; the friendly man at the counter asked as I entered the gym early today. &#8220;GRUMPY!&#8221; I growled back with a snarly laugh, I was trying to appear not quite as mean as I was feeling. He was taken aback: What had Dr Jekyll done with Mr Hyde? Acting so out [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;How ya doin this morning?&#8221; the friendly man at the counter asked as I entered the gym early today.</p>
<p>&#8220;GRUMPY!&#8221; I growled back with a snarly laugh, I was trying to appear not quite as mean as I was feeling. He was taken aback: What had Dr Jekyll done with Mr Hyde? Acting so out of character, I felt I had to explain, &#8220;I haven&#8217;t been in here for 5 days, and I NEED to sweat! Gonna go take it out on the treadmill.&#8221; From there I shoved my ipod buds into my ears, took a swig of water, and stomped off in a rush to squeeze in a short but &#8220;meaningful&#8221; workout.</p>
<p>While the treadmill began to move, I felt guilt rise in my chest. Do you ever feel &#8220;post-anger guilt?&#8221; Well, it hits me every time. And like usual, the guilt added to my frustration. Luckily my kids were not around, as this is where I sometimes parent out of Mommy Guilt (like after I&#8217;ve yelled at them for no good reason). Parenting outta Mommy Guilt is often regrettable because it can lead to overindugence, overpermissiveness,erratic emotions and inconsistency. So, like I said, I was thankful to be alone in my irrational pity party for the moment.</p>
<p>Time was ticking and my new running shoes were heating up with the track&#8217;s increasing speed. But the more I thought, the more confused I became. Why should I feel guilty for feeling angry? After all, I did NOT yell at my kids this time. I wasn&#8217;t even rude to the Gym Guy! AND yesterday was a very exciting and successful day. After officially launching my Tri Parenting E-Zine and this blog, both were met with wonderful reception! But WITH all that excitement, I&#8217;m thinking I should<em> </em>be floating on Cloud 9 today, right? The rediculousness in that question made me feel even more insane.</p>
<p>By the time my 30 minute workout was over, my grumps had sweated profusely onto my shirt. I atrributed my emotional hic-up to sugar overload, unrealistic expectations, and slothlike-ness for the last 5 days. I found peace and gratitude knowing my ugly mood had actually fueled one heck of a workout, and Mr Hyde left the gym smiling.</p>
<p>Gym Guy seemed relieved, too. &#8220;See you tomorrow? He asked with a smile.</p>
<p>&#8220;You bet!&#8221; I replied, &#8220;looking forward to it already.&#8221;</p>
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