So, I’m taking this “Mindset Makeover” course right now that will make my biggest asset (my mind! Not my sarcastic mouth!) even more shiny and beautiful than it is already. I started it a little skeptical because really who is going to tell me anything I don’t already know! I was pretty certain that I don’t talk negatively to myself and blah, I don’t really want to spend time journaling particularly as I can’t read my own writing. Well, you know how it is “the pride comes before a fall”. You know the original quote is “Pride goeth before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.” Proverbs, 16:18. Destruction? Dramatic much?
Today I received a junk email called Women over 40 Rules! I went ballistic. There was a lot of F***U. I trashed the email unread right away. I have just heard about my limit of ten ways I’m not cutting it and Bleep, Bleep, Bleep Emergency Bikini season, the world will end. Now, I have rules for women over 40. Well I’m over 50 so … What is the sound you make when you stick out your tongue and do a raspberry? UGH!
I know! I know! I’ve been away for a while and I didn’t check in and let you know I was do ‘in fine. You were worried I had gone on some month long sugar binge or was sick! Well I was sick for like 3 days with a cold but actually I have been too pooped the last month to spend any time on my blog. One thing you have to know about me is that my job comes first before everything. Yeah I know that is messed up, but I was raised with the idea that work came first so if you had to miss Christmas or Thanksgiving because of a deadline at work well that was OK.
OK, so here is the dilemma. I want to go snowshoeing in the woods but I don’t own a car and I don’t want to go to the expense of renting one. My hiking club rents a bus every week and goes cross country skiing and snowshoeing and I can go as well for a little over $20. OK! OK! I’m not going this week because you know “polar vortex”, -40C wind chill and 80 Km wind gusts. My goal for this week is just to not fall on the icy sidewalks.
Well this post is kind of off topic. Maybe I should put it under the category of mental health and fitness or stress management or aging without dignity. I did something foolish. I do a lot of foolish things actually but usually they don’t bite me in the butt as hard as this one. Here is the story. You may have noticed that in Canada this weekend is a long weekend because it is Thanksgiving here. I was invited down to my father’s house to celebrate with him and family on his side of his family. It was also my 50th birthday last week and I was expecting some extra fuss to be made over me. On that topic the YMCA ladies know how to make a proper fuss over a birthday gal!!!! Thanks again to everybody!
Don’t get excited yet! I still have to prove my theory through rigorous trials! I want to let my ten loyal readers know first! Yeah, I am using exclamation points on the end of each sentence. I am restraining myself from capitalizing every line so … deal with it! There is a possibility that I have found the magic bullet that allows me to lose weight almost effortlessly! I know! I know! I am this close to tears believe me! Will this cure work for you? UHhhh, I dunno!
So drink Water! Water! Water! I knew it was going to be hot today, but I was still surprised this morning when I walked out my front door into a wall a stagnant, hot, wet air and I was still in the shade. At one point during my trip I passed a gas station and I could actually taste the gasoline in my mouth. Blehh!!!
So I’m eating chocolate. Why? Duh it’s there and it’s yummy! Well Ok here is the thing. I got rained on on the way to work and my hair has frizzed out. You may recall Rosanna Rosanna-Danna! I am cold and I left my jacket at home and the jacket hanging in my office doesn’t go with this outfit and it’s gloomy out and … So I picked up some milk chocolate with hazelnuts. Not a “snack-size”, “family-size”. You know I restarted my healthy lifestyle yesterday. I let the gal at the gym measure me and everything. She was kind enough not to yell out any of the numbers.