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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… :-) )

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.

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.

Of Butterflies and Roses…

So, I finally got to see the “butterfly encounter”. Up ’til now I’ve been too cheap and the boys and I would run around Lucas nursery looking at the butterflies outside the exhibit.

This time - because Byron was with us, and he’s not cheap - we got passes. The boys were so excited. They said, “Mommy, we really get to go inside?”…I felt like a loser.

It was exactly what this Monday needed - beautiful butterflies flying everywhere with the music of Enya playing serenely in the background…

We also toured the gardens. Of course, I made a bee-line for the roses. I have to sniff all of them. It was heavenly.

Then I got back home, feeling quite tranquil and at peace…and I was in for a rude awakening as my great friend Amanda reminded me of the life-altering “promises” I made, in my Monday morning weakness, in the blog below…

Now the serenity is gone. Tranquility: vanished. Peace…not so much!!! She says she’s gonna put me through boot-camp!!! I’m very frightened at this moment. I think I’ve visited that address a-time-or-two with my drill sergeant loving husband. I don’t know that I need so much tough love in my life!

I think what I really need are more butterflies…and roses…and Enya! :-)
That sounds like a recipe for a long, tranquil (albeit lazy) life.

Peace out.