As I was blogging, meaning looking for inspiration, I read about a scale that is a kinder, gentler device that measures your body weight. It is called a Quantum scale and only tells you how many pounds you’ve lost, keeping you blissfully in the dark about what you currently weigh.
Doing the transformation tango is not easy. After two years of back trouble, I have decided it is time to do what that seventy year-old woman did (not the one who got pregnant) and transform myself, although being pregnant would certainly qualify as a transformational experience. This was a woman who, in her fifties, or sixties, decided she wanted to be in phenomenal shape for the rest of her life, and knew it would require more than just a stroll around the block. I am not sure why I decided to do the transformational tango now; it wasn’t the advent of the new year that pushed me over the edge.
A week ago I decided to do the Transformation Tango with the cardio barre workout. The transforming tango is not easy to do. In fact, I have been standing in a puddle of sweat during each workout. My goal is to transform myself physically as much as possible in the space of three months, in time for a landmark birthday. New Year’s resolutions mean little to me, but I did get inspired by the calendar in another way.
Recently, I wrote about how I was weeding out, once again, books and other messes from my back room. My Teeter Hang-Up was blocking a bookcase, and as I struggled to pull all the books off the shelves so I could dust them, I found a little book called, ‘The Best Kept Secrets In America’.
You know you’re getting older when:
‘Spring forward, fall back’ is less about time changes, and more about trying to get out of bed.
You think CVS sells IPads, and that your doctor can help you with your Androids.
With the advent of summer and no school, I find myself (not unexpectedly) unemployed. At first, it appeared that I had nothing to do. This is incorrect. This gives me lots (and lots!) of time to do whatever I want to do. Besides applying for multiple jobs, cleaning out closets that don’t need grooming and thereby making me subsequently rescue a favorite garment from the giveaway box, I am also having to check my toothbrush to make sure I remembered to brush that day.
Bad habits suck, and so does the notion of willpower. I have absolutely no self-control when it comes to food. Ergo, I keep on hand only that food that will enable the goal of health and weight loss. If I want something else, I have to go out of the house to get it. By the time I figure out that I have to change my clothes, put on shoes, and drive somewhere, I’ve changed my mind and the Cheetos whim has flown the coop.
Lately, I’ve been hearing a lot about how our brains start to age and lose the capacity to keep even the most inane conversations afloat by about the age of 45. It used to be thought, in our fog of denial, that this wouldn’t happen until much later in life. Then, that changed to warnings about hitting sixty, and being prepared to forget where we put our car keys. It seems we are becoming obsolete earlier and earlier, according to the scientists whom we pay to tell us bad news.
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Earlier this week, on my radio show ‘A Woman’s Guide To Everything’ on Blog Talk Radio, I featured a former Pan Am colleague, and Gidget look-a-alike, Betsy Quiroz. She has had to live with severe migraines for many years, and is very knowledgeable about them. The show can be found in the archives on the website under the name of the show. Everyone can be affected by migraines, including children.
Huffin’ and puffin’ up my mountain trail, my best bud and walking companion, Jupie, and I approve the walking tool, the walking poles. I don’t know where the inspiration came to me to try these out. I have been recovering from a sports injury, and have had to give up walks for the last several months. Bicycling and swimming are always good standbys, but if you want to exercise conveniently with the dog and the family, nothing beats a neighborhood walk or hike.
