So the MoFo Sisters, we've decided to take our singing show on the road. We have bonded even tighter than before, and we don't want our road trip to NaBloPoMo Land to end. We've decided to continue our MoFo'ing in the form of kicking each other's butts into shape -- in the most nonjudgmental, take-it-at-your-own-pace, encouraging-but-not-badgering way. (And for Sandy, who's just had a bit of a health scare, but came out with some semi-good news in the end, we will not kick hard. Only gently, okay, Sandy?) We give daily email reports of our workout and eating activities, and cheer each other on throughout the day. (Is this starting to get cloying?) Sandy, who's been suffering excruciating back pain for a good long while now, and has barely been able to move, was one of our biggest cheerleaders, even in her pain and fear about the outcome of her CT scan. (Go give her a hoot and a holler for her good news, will ya?)
Good friends. I'll tell you. They are worth their weight in
platinum yarn platinum.
Terry and I have had a couple of cat fights that Margene and the others have declined to get involved in. Everyone knows that Terry can take me down. We've finally just decided to circle each other, hissing under our breath.
I kid! I kid! (Terry could never take me down.)
Okay, seriously here, now, folks. The gym has been a good thing. I've been working out almost.every.day. I used to be that good, but it's been a while, I tell ya. And I cannot abide the muffin top over my spectacular new jeans. Muffin top must.die!
There've been a couple of days when I thought I'd cop out, but my sistahs, they set me straight. I'd get
badgered encouraged to go and give it a shot, even just a light bike workout or something, or lift a few weights, so I'd drag my sorry butt in there (even Thanksgiving morning!) and end up having the best workout of the week. Each time!
I was at the gym Monday night at 6:15 and Tuesday morning at 6:15. M-O-R-N-I-N-G. Tuesday MORNING. 6:15 A.FREAKIN.M. That hasn't happened in over 20 years, I'm thinking. I can't remember -- maybe I was still going that early in the morning when I was in England, but I doubt it. That was 12 years ago.
Anyway, I have some things to work out. This is probably just a passing phase.
My Bikram yoga studio has conveniently moved into the same facility as the gym I joined, although they are still separate entities, and unfortunately my gym membership doesn't pay for yoga classes. I went to my first class in the new facility, and that was an experience. First of all, I'd had a long layoff from yoga. Second of all, I'd been working out heavily all week in the gym so I was pretty tight. Third, I've gained all.this.weight. Fourth, the new yoga studio is in a former storefront -- ALL GLASS to the parking lot and street, and the class was AT NIGHT. With the lights ON. Fishbowl, anyone? Fifth, the new studio floor is covered with one of those thick spongey pads for gymnastics or something. Try to maintain balance on that -- I challenge you! Those of you who have done Bikram yoga know what I'm talking about. I suppose if I go often enough and work at it hard enough, I will come out even stronger and more centered for the effort, but holy Michelin Lady, Batman. I felt like a sweaty Disney circus cow in a bikini, wobbling around on one hoof, lit up in a snowglobe for all the world to see.
But I came out a more limber, lighter, stronger, more balanced, relaxed, stretched cow.