Things I learned today:

My purpose during the child’s waking hours is to serve her. There is no point in making any attempt to work, to work out, or to eat. There is only Her and Her need.

Being in the room is not enough. If I am doing any task that excludes Her, I will suffer her Wrath of Screeching Horror.

Cartoons are not an adequate distraction from the fact that Mommy is on the bike trainer and therefore not available to meet her every need.

Moving the bike trainer to the porch in an attempt to distract The Child with Outside, her very favorite place in the world, is ineffective.

Even if there is no crisis and no need to be met, The Child needs the Option. Being on the bike, on the dance pad, or on the floor with weights in hand removes the Option, and is therefore unacceptable to the child.

The Child does not care whether its mother ever becomes healthy, or fits into her clothes. The child would rather the mother wear sweat pants every day than be unavailable to serve The Child.

The mother is losing her mind. The waiting is over. The mother is thankful at this moment that there is only one small Child.