You often walk into a room and forget why you’re there. You regularly put yourself into a panic thinking you’ve lost your wallet, keys, credit card or phone. You suddenly draw a blank when someone asks for your phone number, kids’ birthdays or age. You can be found rifling through every closet, drawer and diaper bag in your house at 2am looking for a stray diaper because you forgot to pick some up that day. If any or all of these describe you, you might have mommy brain.
“Ohhhh, NO!” My defeated 8-year-old son, Nicolas, buried his head in his arms. Mom had an idea. “Time for yoga!” I decreed. My kids had morphed into miniature sofa zombies. Nicolas and my 4-year-old daughter, Karenna, remained content in their sluggish hibernation. I was tired too. Tired of the moping, the lethargy, and most of all—constant clashes over Wii and DVD time. As a mom who’s also a personal trainer, how could I have let this happen? I needed to do something earth-shattering to jolt my little zombies back to life. Hence, my “Get off the Couch” initiative, through which …
