Thursday, January 06, 2011
So we've had this membership to the local Y (well, 20 miles away, which where I live is local) for about two years now. My daughters went now and then and my husband went occasionally. I think I went swimming once or twice. We were on the just-grab-the-cash-from-the-account monthly payment plan, though, so it all just kept rolling along, even through the times when no one went for four or five months.
Both daughters are on a major get-fit-or-die-trying (I have no idea what all this hyphenization is about) kick, and have been going every day for cycling class or to lift or something, and today I was dragged, somewhat reluctantly, to Zumba class.
Bear in mind that I once taught both straight-up aerobics classes and step classes. However, that was twenty years and *cough* 60 pounds ago, and I was totally unprepared for what this Zumba business was about. I got the feet after awhile, but the arms totally elude me. Also, my Spanish is pretty much limited to dirty words taught to me by busboys and prep chefs, so about the only thing I understood in the music was "Vuvuzela!" and I'm not entirely sure about that.
Plus they tricked me. I thought the class was 45 minutes, but it was an hour instead...I kept waiting for the woman to stop, but it seemed like every time she came to a pause there'd be more shouts of "Vuvuzela!" and we'd start up again. I stayed in the back row, right corner, where I figured I could grapevine out the door if necessary, but Alex (daughter #2) wouldn't let me escape.
It was a lot harder than it looks, and I *definitely* got a workout.
Tomorrow there is no Zumba class. Instead, we're either doing some sort of cycling thing where they turn out the lights and blast Anthrax (the band, not the toxin) at you whilst you pedal furiously, or we're going to do something called NIA, which promises to, "blend mind and body with a combination of yoga, cardio and *insert something else I can't remember*."
It appears that I'm going to the Y every day. Yes, Every Day. (And I'm only allowed one adult beverage per day! *One!*) But not Saturday or Sunday - it's just too full of skinny 20-somethings in Spandex, and even I have my limits. Instead, maybe I'll do something useful-but-physically-demanding (there we go with the hyphens again) like split wood. Assuming I can still walk after all this healthiness.
Edited to include the following:
For those of you who may not know *cough*HIPPICHICK1*cough*, a vuvuzela is a large horn, blown interminably during the World Cup.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I'm not particularly self-promoting, but because I *am* essentially lazy, instead of attempting to transpose my other blog to here, I'm just going to send you over there. No, it's not more of my tale of woe (except for the lead-in, which you may feel free to skip.) I found (courtesy of Daughter #1) a wonderfully warped blog, and blatantly swiped one of the entries.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Yes, folks, the weight ticker is actually beginning to move - in the preferred direction, even! I take only moderate credit for this, as a) I'm rather snowed in and b) my daughter has been suffering from a GI disturbance for the better part of a week, so simply to make life easier, I've been choosing not to cook and have eaten the sandwich here, the salad there, and been expending extra calories dealing with the "Snow-pocalypse.". Hopefully, I can keep making progress even after the daughter recovers and the snow stops... assuming it ever does.
In other news, I dreamt this morning in three vaguely connected dreams about needing to pick up lost articles - some clothing, some toys, some my grandmother's sterling - in various locations. Well, you don't have to hit *me* over the head with a metaphor! I understand, already. Get on with my life. And I'm trying to do just that.
My daughters and I have decided to celebrate Christmas at the younger one's apartment in Pittsburgh. We discussed this at length, and Alex (that's the Pittsburgh one) felt that Christmas at home would be just too painful, and I pretty much agreed. I couldn't even think about it properly. Now that the decision has been made, though, I feel like a weight has been lifted. Instead of all the usual traditional Christmas decorations here at the house, I'm going to try just silver, gold, white, Solstice-y greenery decorations rather than all the usual elves and stockings.
When we're in Pittsburgh, we'll have a different dinner than our traditional one and will spend part of the holiday helping out at the city's numerous soup kitchens. In my experience, nothing takes one out of oneself like helping someone else. And our pains and problems, as real and as difficult as they are to my daughters and me at the moment, are really just part of that big, mysterious experience of Life.
For anyone astrologically-minded, a reminder to finish up paperwork and the like before Mercury goes retrograde on Friday. That's what I intend to do the balance of today and probably a good deal of tomorrow - the paperwork I've been neglecting for two months because I felt I couldn't handle it. Part of me enjoys - worships, even - orderliness and efficient desk work, so it'll be good to get this box of papers off my table, everything paid up to date and all the fires if not put out, at least reduced to smouldering.
Off to shovel the deck so the dogs can go out. :)
Saturday, December 04, 2010
I got through Halloween well enough, and Thanksgiving in Pittsburgh was actually pretty great, but this whole Christmas thing is getting to me. My mother died in the spring (two years ago) so by the holidays I was pretty well back on my feet, but this time it's really rough.
I'll be around, but I may not be my usual sparkling, witty li'l self this year. I'm working on it, though, so you never know.
Oh, and for anyone who was riveted to her computer, waiting to see if I colored my hair after all, the answer is ..... YES! Yes I did! It's back to its medium brown, and will soon have some highlights and a new cut. Now about that extra sixty or seventy pounds...
Thursday, November 18, 2010
. Who used to be your superhero when you were a child?
I don't recall having one. The only superheros I remember were Superman and Mighty Mouse, and I didn't like either one of them.
2. Most hated chore on the chore list?
Unloading the dishwasher.
3. If you were to start your own restaurant, what would it be called?
4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
Betsey Johnson perfume.
5. If you had to only eat three things for the rest of your life, day in and day out, what would they be?
Apples, potatoes and coffee.
6. What are you listening to right now?
Nothing - I'm not a big radio or tv person. But when I"m doing housework, I like NPR.
7. What's the last sporting event you watched?
In person? My daughter's rugby game (they were State Champs!)
8. When was the last time you drove out of town?
Yesterday - where I live, pretty much anything is out of town.
9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
Nah. It'll come out on the television soon enough, or my other daughter can Torrent it for me.
10. What was the last thing you had to drink?
11. Last food that you ate?
Oatmeal. (Goodness, my life is exciting!)
12. If you were a time traveler and could only go back in time or forward in time, which would you choose?
13. If you could tell your best friend one thing that you canít stand about him/her what would it be?
To stop talking occasionally so other people can slide a word in edgewise! (But I love her anyway.)
14. If you were to be famous what would you like to be known for?
Writing well and being kind.
15. What does your last text message say?
"The weather here is lousy - you still coming here today to finish the siding, or waiting til tomorrow?"
16. How early do you start holiday shopping?
When the mood strikes, which can be anywhere from June to December, or when I see a perfect thing for someone, which I invariably lose by the time the holidays roll around..
17. If you wrote a movie, what would the title be?
18. When did you first realize you needed to change your lifestyle food-wise?
I was raised to eat properly, so I didn't have so much of an epiphany as just realizing I needed to quit the nonsense. And I realize this approximately once a week.
19. What color ink do you prefer to write with?
Black. Medium for writing, fine for puzzles and drawing.
20. What was your favorite toy as a child?
The outside world - we lived in what was then the country (Now it's a suburb of Philadelphia.) Indoors, I liked jigsaw puzzles, and I still do! I even collect wooden ones.
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