Sunday, July 10, 2011
I have been married for 24 years (to the same man, I might add
) and can count on ONE hand the times I have helped mow our grass.
Our lawnmower has been broken and the rains have fallen and the end result was a huge yard that was knee-high in some places and butt-high in others. My husband got the mower repaired and since we don't have a weed eater he began the task of mowing. Last night he said that I should be the one mowing since I was the one working out "all the time." I didn't say anything then, but this evening I decided to surprise him and ask him to let me help. He jokingly said I really was trying to give him a heart attack--first by making him do it alone and then by offering to help.
I now have a new respect for that man! My WHOLE body got involved in the process. I am already sore from my toes to my head. Our teen-aged son even tried to help a little. It was one of our nicer, prouder, "FAMILY" moments.
But the grass is now at a manageable height and will need to be mowed again soon. I am actually looking forward to helping. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???
I am still going to Zumba and aiming for 5 days a week. This week I am also going to try to add 2 morning classes to the routine. The scales are not budging. I have technically gained a pound, but my clothes are feeling looser and...drum roll please...
I ALMOST danced my skirt off in Zumba class Friday evening!!
It was actually harder to "shake-it" while holding my skirt up, but I was SOOOOOOOOOOO PROUD. I pre-apologized to the ladies behind me that if my skirt fell off I was sorry. One girl said "you are going to turn this into a Zum-BUTT class." Then she added, "YOU GO GIRL!!"
I like that I am fiercely protective of that precious hour each day. It is the one thing I am doing for myself this summer. I help my parents all day and then take out my frustrations at Zumba. Right now it is a winning combination. Mom is doing better and I know she is being well-cared for. I am doing better knowing that I am being cared for, too.