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I’m Bringing Lazy Back….

I went running tonight. Well, actually, running/walking…actually, running/walking/weaving/heaving/trying not to hurl….ing…

I think I’m in trouble. I think that 5K is going to be…well, a catastrophe. Maybe I could go ahead and schedule the flu…or getting Ecoli. It could happen, I eat a lot of spinach!!

I think the problem is that I was made for sprinting…like the 100 yard dash! Whatever happened to the 100 yard dash? Now there’s a sport I could really train for! I still think I should start my own “K”…the 1/4 K (and if the font is leading you astray, that’s NOT a single 4K, but one-fourth of a K!). Seriously, I think it could be the next big thing!

I think I need to go eat some spinach…just in case! I DO feel quite flu-like, but I better save it for a couple of weeks…otherwise I’ll “recover” too soon…just in time for the…you-know-what.

Okay, so Survivor Man is eating raw seal meat…now I really feel “flu-like”. At least he doesn’t have to run a 5K!!!! Wimp! But I digress…

It’s Friday night…don’t most couples go out to a nice dinner on Friday night? Our “date” included Byron saying inane things like “Just a little further!” and “You can do it” and things like that…some nerve! He did say that I looked cute in my running outfit…so I guess I’ll forgive him. :-)
Anyway, so I think I’m bringing lazy back into fashion…

Seriously!

Peace.

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on April 4, 2008
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Happy Wednesday…

So, Happy Wednesday. Happy, happy Wednesday…At this juncture, I don’t really have anything more to say. I’m looking for a good Yoga class - one that doesn’t encourage or tolerate pointing and laughing at…hmm…like really tall, clutzy blondes who were, at one time, very flexible and fluid, but now…not so much. That’s the kind of class I’m looking for…the kind of class where no one ever yells or says “feel the burn” or “No pain, no gain!” or “How did you let yourself get in this shape?” or “Did I see you at the ice cream shop ordering a caramel sundae with rum raisin ice cream? Do you really think that was the wisest choice…?”….blah de blahh blahh… I’m looking for the kind of class with no judgements…only love - how else can I possibly hope to ever achieve the inverted lotus position unless I am inundated with softly spoken words of affirmation…and the music of Enya!

A really cute Yoga outfit and bag wouldn’t hurt either…

I think I will heal faster and get in touch with my “inner chee”…,or whatever, a whole lot sooner if only I can look really cute whilst doing it! :-)

Loads of affirmation, cute attire, and beautiful music…oh yeah, and some semblance of a moderate work out…that’s what I’m looking for in my dream Yoga class. Maybe I should just start my own and be the instructor! I would make everyone in my class feel so much better about themselves - and isn’t that what it’s all about anyway: helping my fellowman/woman feel better! Sounds good to me. Everyone wins…well, except for the whole getting healthier and more “in shape” thing…

Anyway, Happy Wednesday.

Peace. (said in a very nonthreatening, affirming tone and with a very pleasant expression… :-) )

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angiebledsoe
on March 12, 2008
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Down, but not out…yet!

I’m having to be still a lot. It’s driving me batty. Yesterday I walked two or three miles, and then in between, I had to ice my back…

Television is so vacant. I have hundreds of channels, and nothing worth watching. Vacant.

I think I’m going to take Yoga as soon as I can stand it. I have to figure out a way to get past this pain and focus on other things. I’m not getting any younger, and this has been a reminder of that - I need to get stronger so that my weakness doesn’t keep me from the things that I love…

Anyway, this has been a sort of wake up call. I’m listening now…

This battle’s not over yet!!

Fair warning.

Peace.

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angiebledsoe
on March 11, 2008
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Comfort Food

So, being in Dallas is like being “home” for Byron. You can take the boy out of Texas….

Everything’s big here. My hair even seemed bigger when I fixed it this morning…oh well, when in Rome….

There are all kinds of great restaurants here…of course, tons of fabulous steak houses. But, when we decided to eat an early supper (would that be “slunch”?), I felt like having something…comforting. Maybe because I miss my kids who are home sick, maybe because I’m not feeling so great myself - but, for whatever reason I chose…

Cracker Barrel - that’s right, of all the places in the world…well, in Grapevine/Fort Worth/Dallas, I chose chicken ‘n dumplin’s, corn, carrots, cinnamon apples, biscuits, and hot chocolate at Cracker Barrel! Then, after a few bites, I had them pack it all up to go…lost my appetite.

Not sure why…and not sure why I’m blogging about it either, but there you are.

There’s a whole field of Longhorns at the entrance to our hotel…they’re gorgeous. But, the sky’s not as pretty here…no pink and purple sunsets.

So, it was sweet of Byron to indulge my strange need to eat comfort food tonight…I think he definitely deserves a steak tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll eat mine in the restaurant - our little mini fridge is starting to fill up (I did the same thing at dinner last night!).

At least I won’t gain weight with all this eating out - now if I could just make myself go to the work-out center…

Baby steps, baby steps…

(I better start taking some of those “baby steps” down to the work-out place, or Amanda’s gonna “tough love” me when she gets here! I think I’m just trying to rest up, so that I can keep up with her - who am I kidding? There’s not enough rest in the world…)

Gotta run go take another bubble bath before she gets here and puts me in “boot camp” and tells me things like “No pain, no gain!” and “Get moving, sissy-girl!” and various and sundry motivational phrases like that…

Ugh! I think I’m coming down with the flu…Peace out.

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on February 19, 2008
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