Back to the grind... have been gone to the beach for a solid week! It was beautiful, weather perfect, surrounded by 2 precious grand babies and 2 of our 4 children, no oil in sight, no crowds, pure delight. So, why do I feel like poopookaka? Could it be because I actually SAW myself in a swim suit and made up my mind that, as soon as I got home, I'd hit the ground running with exercise?? Yep. I did. So, for 2 days, I've water jogged in the pool wearing 3 pound weights on both ankles plus weights on my wrists. I even went walking for an additional 3 miles afterward. After 6 days of unrepentant snacking, unbiblical gorging, and voracious grazing, I deserved post-vacation exercise pain. Well, it's time to get ready for work and I can't move. I'm 'stove up' from sleeping like a potential corpse brought on by all that stupid exercise. What was I thinking?? What made me think that I could pay for 6 days of "calories don't stick when you're out of town" thinking with just 2 days of "a little exercise and this will fall off" behavior modification? I must have been out of my mind! Well, I've learned something valuable about myself. ... something that I think I'll be embracing from now on: I shed guilt a lot faster and easier than pounds. So, with that new resolve, I'm calling in sick claiming that I'm suffering from post-vacation exhaustion and then, I'm headed back to bed!!! Happy Last Week of May everyone!
A touch about me:....Life is a hoot and worth living to the fullest. That's not to say it doesn't have its share of bumps...it certainly does, but as a counselor, I know the value of talk therapy and, as a woman, I know the value of friends. I'm a wife, a mother, a grandmother, a child of God. I have balance. I'm still young enough to have fun but old enough to not need the social pretenses that comes with the days of young wifehood. I'm free! My prayer is that my family stays healthy, I improve the world each day, and that I arrive wherever I'm going wearing shoes that match! Join me...share with me...let's have fun! Love, Sidney