Who likes working out?
I think it is a mental game I play with myself. The thought seeps dread into my bones. I have to peel myself out of the chair to get the game rolling. I get to the work out room. I spend the first 10 minutes surfing the tv to find the perfect show that is going to get me through this dreadful event. When I lived in the suburbs, I would walk into the gym and immediately scan all the TVs to find the show that was going to make the game tolerable. Most of the time, there wouldn’t be anything I like, which makes sense, since the only show I watch is Jeopardy. I do watch the Bachelor from time to time. I know. I know. Really bad. But I liked the Dating Game when I was little too. Something about match making. That’s a whole nother deal we don’t need to get into.
Anywhooooo….Am I sounding familiar? Just wondering if it’s just me.
Green Acres is the place for me.
Farm livin’ is the life for me.
Land spreadin’ out so far and wide
(to keep this body from jigglin’ from side to side.)
Well… that is what I thought. I never would have to work out again when we moved out here. Hiking up and down these hills, hawlin’ buckets of water to and fro, heaving huge bags of feed over my shoulder, etceteraaaa, etceteraaaa.
I got through Spring and Summer without much damage but fall and winter are creeping in. Right up my legs. My chore load has slowed way down. Walkin’ back and forth to the cow barn ain’t cuttin’ it.
I look and feel like a Crispy Creme doughnut. But what I’d like to know, is how did I get to look like a crispy creme doughnut when I haven’t eaten any.
But, boy, I’d like to.
So, today, I have begun the long journey back. ugh. I know it wont take too much, but it’s just that dreaded thought of planned, contrived movement. Do I move enough in a day? The answer is yes. But I don’t like having 2 sets of boobs popping out of my bra, if you know what I mean. So, I must take action.
We all have a comfortable place for our bodies to be. We allow it to get uncomfortable for a while, then action needs to take place. That is not a bad thing, if we don’t sit in that uncomfortable place too long and let it grow into an uncomfortable, unhealthy place. If that goes on too long we wallow in an uncomfortable, unhealthy, sick place and then bad things lead to real bad things…..you get da pitcha.
Life is full and round, isn’t it? I just love it.
What I wonder is…we all suffer from lots of ailments during this time of year that surround the holidays. I wonder if we moved our bodies and made the healthy food and drink choices during this time if we would slide through unscathed. I’m thinkin’ I know the answer to that.
Have a super, blessed week. God loves you. And me. Thank goodness. I couldn’t carry on if He didn’t.