Not for me

I was walking the dog this morning, grumping a long because I've got 100 things to do and no time to really walk the dog. When suddenly I realized, that I was walking/eating right/etc. not for me but for someone else who can't do it for themselves. My baby can't choose what I eat. He can't make sure I'm strong enough to care for him. Only I can do that - and I need to do it for him, not for myself. And somehow, that makes it easier.