I really am not doing very well with this blogging thing. And it is not for lack of topics to discuss. As there is a constant chatter of conversation going on with myself in my head.
Like I could write about my 80 pound gimpy lab who found us during one of our violent Florida thunderstorms, who was emaciated, ended up having heart worms and now has two blown out knees requiring surgery. He’s also deathly afraid of thunderstorms. I now take him on our walks pulling him in his Radio Flyer wagon. Do we really want to spend that kind of money on an old stray having two blown out knees repaired? Of course we will.
Or I could write about the 3 mile walks my best friend and I take on Tuesday mornings which will end once it starts getting too hot. We are blessed with many trails in our area, Rails to Trails, McKay Estates, so we choose a place to go, walk and bitch.
Then there is the love affair I have with my iPhone, “Hello, Lover,” as Carrie Bradshaw crooned over a pair of shoes on Sex in the City, is how I feel about my phone. It can keep me amused for hours, especially now that I have nothing to do. Silly little games…. Excuse me a minute, my son just texted, more snow in Breckenridge!!! We are trying to plan a trip but so much snow. Oh yeah, I could write about how the trip, flying to Denver, see the family, and rent a car taking Route 66 to California.
Or about my pastor preaching about the Seven Deadly Sins during Lent. What’s his point?????
See, I have a lot to work with, not that any of it matters to anyone, really, it is just that the ADD/OCD will not allow me to sit down a write…
Okay, so getting to my point. I have always enjoyed working out, well I can’t say I enjoy it, I think it is more of an insecure body image thing and now that I am older, it really has become a thing. Step aerobics, I even made my ex husband go to Jane Fonda’s studio in Beverly Hills back in the 80’s!!! Four years of Cross Fit, no problem climbing a rope. But the year that I had my shop, I really allowed myself to let the working out go by the wayside. After closing, getting back into shape has been one of my goals. I was going to a little “preview center” to do my own workout, waiting for the big new gym to open, but I am a procrastinator and I need structure so I joined a new Cross Fit type gym just to do the boot camp a couple days a week until I feel ready to get back into Cross Fit. So, my schedule is: Monday, Friday: Boot Camp, Tuesday: Walk with Girlfriend, Wednesday, Rest Day, Thursday: Pilates. Ouch…..remember I am 62.
Well, my OCD schedule got screwed up so I decided to go to Boot Camp on my rest day, Wednesday. I was very sore waking up Thursday morning but thought that Pilates would help and it did, we did a lot of stretching that day which was good. Then came Thursday evening. I had purchased tickets to see The Commander Cody Band, but more so to see our long time friends “Fat Frank & The Plank Spankers”. More of us baby boomer refusing to grow up; they are awesome! And then who do I see, my Pilates instructor just looking like she was ready to cut a rug, so I told my husband, who dances like a white boy, that I was going to to dance with her. Walking up front I see the daughter of one of the band members and asked her if she wanted to dance also! We have known this darling girl since childhood, she is now in her 30’s and while silly dancing I am remembering that she went to high school at the School of Arts for dance and is a yoga instructor…..so we have 30, 40 and 60 on the floor, having a jam up time. It was so much fun, at the time, but Friday rolled around and this old lady could barely get out of bed.
Yesterday, ouch, was spent dozing, playing with my lover, iPhone, and watching recorded television. It was a gusty, overcast kind of a day so no guilt. Much better today. Time to help husband in the yard.
Oh yeah, then there is the girlfriend’s lunch I have started every other Friday, I could write about or one of the Foundations of Blogging lessons was to find a blog that you related to and I found “When Guts Attack”, “The good, the bad, the steroids”. I have plenty to write about colitis and auto-immune disorders since I am plagued with a host. It’s all in my head and will someday show up on a blog. I promise……