Think Again

Ya girl here is TIRED. 

Let me tell you what my dumb self did. Wait, me and Ange (my gym partner) did this. And it was dumb. 

It was a gym day like pretty much every Wednesday. The menopause has me with a little bit of regain. 

Not today, Satan. 

Therefore, I have amped my workouts up a notch. I get to the gym around 30 minutes before Ange and try to get some extra cardio going on. They have this new elliptical that half kills a person. I just started it this week and even on the lowest resistance, I can barely manage a solid ten minutes. Those ten minutes equal around 2.5 miles. 

Stay with me here. 

After those ten minutes, I jump on the treadmill and start going. Today, I managed around 13-15 minutes before Ange got on the treadmill beside me. I decided to see what was on tv to keep me occupied and distracted. 

Say Yes to the Dress? Closed captioned?!! Yes!

Ange put her tv on the same channel and we proceeded to critique dress choices and enjoy ourselves. The show ended and we still had around ten minutes left on the dreadmill. 

Cue the next show. About people searching for their birth parents. 

Lord bless, we got emotionally involved before we knew it. 

Then light bright here said....Hey Ange? How about we skip weights today and just walk? We can get extra cardio in AND finish this show. 

Remember how we started walking during the previous show?

This show we were invested in.....was an hour long. 

We watched the ENTIRE thing while walking. 

I ended up with 6.77 miles overall by the time I finished. Oh, and guess what? The treadmill automatically goes into cool down mode at an hour. Yup. I started it back up to finish watching this show. 

We burned some serious calories because we didn’t just leisurely stroll. We WALKED. 

We were so exhausted by the time we sat down at the diner. What were we thinking?? 

Now I sit here on my front porch with an aching lower back that is solidly pissed at me. (Side note: got DDD (degenerative disc disease)   I checked my apple watch progress and see that I have 19K steps on the books for today. I could go take a walk and aim for 20K. Yeah, that mess ain’t happening. The gym is on the schedule for tomorrow as I need to get in at least 3 workouts a week and I kinda like to spend Fridays with The Man and the gym quit offering childcare (for Ange’s son-who has a piece of my heart) on Fridays. 

I am going to be hatin’ life tomorrow morning when I need help getting out of bed. 

Next time we get on the treadmill? We’re gonna need to think again before we get all crazy like that.

   

Sigh. My body is too broken for this mess. Why do I keep it up??

Too Salty for my Own Good

Yesterday, I had to take my Tahoe in to get the brakes fixed/repaired. 

I did not want to do this. 

In fact, that is one seriously massive understatement. I despise taking a vehicle for work. I am not a stupod person, but, I know most places see a woman come in and they rub their hands together with glee because they’re gonna find a gazillion things wrong that you NEED to get taken care of. Like I see little dollar signs floating around their heads. 

I tried to bargain with my husband. I told him I would do the laundry, go to the grocery store and get the groceries, cook meals, be responsible for family member’s doctor/dentist appointments and a host of other things if he would just take it himself.  

Let that sink in a minute. Because, you know, I already do that stuff on the daily. 

Alas, they did not have an early appointment for today and he wanted to be prepared in case our now college SOPHOMORE needed us to come help her bring stuff home for summer. Gah. I hate when he makes sense. 

So, I went. After I did an hour and a half workout at the gym. 

Your girl was beyond exhausted.

That alone made me salty. 

Add in my dang back hurting (stupid Degenerative Disc Disease) and I was way past salty. 

Three and a half hours later and a much lighter wallet, I got to go home. 

Things I took note of during my threehours of  torture sitting in a hard cheap plastic chair:

1. Why didn’t this business have a bench outside? You keep the waiting room (and I use the term loosely) colder than a witch’s butt so you have to walk outside to warm up...and there’s no seating. Fix it, sir. 

2. Make me go do this and I’m not cooking supper. 

3. I called my husband out of a training to talk to them about what would get done. Wait. He called me because I sent a picture of what they wanted to do and the sticker shock hit him good. 

4. I’m not mad about fixing the truck. That sweet baby is paid for. She’s a 2007 model and has done....I think three....round trips across this great country. This is the first time we’ve done this. Not bad. I’d rather pay this and be safe traveling and not have monthly car payments. 

5. At the end of the month, HE is driving for our family vacation. I’m gonna ride shotgun and back seat drive. It’s who I am as a person to do that. 

I suppose I should be ashamed for acting like a teenager who was told to clean my room. I showed my butt about having to do this adult chore. I didn’t stomp my foot, though. I managed to refrain. And supper at Applebee’s was pretty tasty, too. 

Three weeks until vacation. 

I think I can make it. 

I think I can. 

I think I can.

I think I can.