Filed under: Uncategorized
Do y’all make New years resolutions? I don’t generally, as I just see them as an opportuity to fail. This year, however, Sweet Daddio is allocating a bit of money from our income tax refund to pay the membership fee at a local lady’s gym. I was a member at a grand gym before we moved here. it has an olympic sized pool, all sorts of classes ranging from pilates to spinning to water aerobics (my favorite). there was a massive equipment room staffed with hunky young trainers and, with the exception of an astonishing young woman I named “Exotic Dancer Barbie” the members were retired folk recovering from hip replacements and heart attacks.
No such luck here. The ony sizable gym is a Golds populated by college kids and the like. Ick, no thank you. So I am joining a Ladie’s Workout Express. I am looking forward to it, as I enjoy doing things on complicated bits of equipment, and I am thoroughly disgusted with my bingo wings. And my legs. And that…THING…on my stomach that looks like a small squishy animal curled up asleep. I have no illusions of looking like some sort of 14 yr old gymnast. I just want to walk across the room without anything jiggling (except my boobs, it’s ok if they jiggle).
I already eat right. Mostly. I eat a big salad with lemon juice for dressing almost every day. I eat citrus fruit every day, and fat free dairy stuff, I don’t eat (much) butter or fried things, and I drink (easily) a gallon of water, every single day. I’m a good girl. If boring. I’m just a highly upholstered good girl. Like, an American made sofa as opposed to, say, a tightly bound Natuzzi offering. I doubt that will change, but I’d like the foundation beneath the upholstery to be of the Thomasville Gallery variety, rather than the Heilig Meyers type.
And that’s the posting for this glass of R&C.
2 Comments so far
Leave a comment