Moving Forward

Hey, A.

Ugh. I'm sorry you feel so bad today but I'm glad you had fun at your party and earned some free jewelry last night. As if you're not miserable enough, the what did I dos hit and make you relive it all again in your hungover head. Awful. Maybe the fresh air at the tryouts will help.

I went to bed fairly early last night and was up by 8 trying to plan my day and figure out a way not to be upset that I'm not seeing W. Rather than hit the Bloody Marys while planning my grocery shopping list, I'm proud to say I started exercising again. Or started an exercise plan. I do exercise on occasion, on rare occasion these days since my heel spurs started screwing me up, and it's just not enough. Any effort I make to cut back just isn't enough without moving. So...

I have a few DVDs called Walk Away the Pounds with Leslie Sansone that I used to do religiously. In fact, (sadly?) the last time I was really into it was around the time I met W. I think I even did a Leslie walk the morning before I went to Boston for the day with M and met W at lunch. Anyway. It's nice today and will be tomorrow so at first I thought I might go out for a walk...but as soon as we have snow again, or rain, or bitter cold, I won't go. I figured if I started with my DVDs, I could never have that excuse. Even the one mile, 15 minute DVD makes me sweat. In every workout she includes resistance bands to do some arm work, too, and they go by quickly. There's no reason I can't find 15 minutes most days to exercise before I pour that glass of wine and/or get comfy on the couch. It's really only after I'm sitting for a while that my feet bother me. I may as well go from shoes to sneakers after work before getting in my fuzzy socks. I'll let you know how long this lasts.

Now I guess I should get in the shower, or some respectable sweats and run my errands. I have to go to the pharmacy and do my grocery shopping, pick up some daffodils for myself and try not to be passive aggressive with W when we talk.

Hope you feel better soon.

Love,
Barb