An Old Nag

Mum and I have made a pact. In return for untold years of her nagging me, I am to become her motivational coach (aka nagging conscience) to help ensure she does all the exercises she’s supposed to be doing.

We’re hatching plans re tick sheets and reward systems – anything to make us a) remember and b) motivate us.

Personally I feel rewards balanced with withering stares for non-compliance should do the trick.

Mum’s view is that she’d much rather have me on her tail than Dad – which just goes to show “if you think I’m scarey – you should meet my father”.