Howdy …. I would say good morning ….. but we have been experiencing storms so it is more like “Dreary Mornin’ to ya.” I have had THREE kick your REAR workouts in a ROW! Actually … more than that … Sunday I tried out the running program for 45 min; Monday I walked with Debora for 65 min, (very briskly I might add cuz it was COLD); The same Monday we had Foundations Dance Class, and then Dance Party for about 90 minutes of activity; Tuesday I had Donna’s younger cousin, Adam, torture me for 45 min; then today Donna for 60 min. Can I tell you that my body was NOT responding to Donna’s commands today … it was rebelling … and I couldn’t make it mind. I won’t tell you how I called Donna bad names today … I said it under my breath, and she TOLD the whole class … because I want you to have a high opinion of me. 🙂
I left the Y today on wobbly legs thinking I would run home to change shirts and just do my errands in my workout clothes. I got a phone call …. AND … I … Sat … Down! BIG mistake … girlfriend passed straight out, until Mikey called me on the phone and woke me up … he has GREAT TIMING like that. We have dance lessons tonight … I have made an executive decision … sister is taking a break for today and tomorrow … NO SIZING … I’m just sayin … this body is acting weird.
It has begun the rebellion of sounds of a body in revolt. You heard me right. It is rumbling, growling, making high pitched screeching noises trying to get me or anyone near me to feed it. I have already fed it three meals when we are only supposed to have had two!! I know it is hungry, and I will give it more
later … but … my tummy is convinced I have lost my mind–gone off the deep end–that I am crackers if you will.
When I refuse to give in to its demands, it gets very testy on me, and starts producing vile emissions that make me concerned for my dignity … how’s a girl to handle that? It will also hijack me and make me run for emergency breaks when it feels like it can get the upper hand. I am stubborn, and I resist … dang all my pride … I will win this battle of wills … won’t I? As I type, my bowels’ guttural complaints become stronger and more urgent. Yes … we have in-depth conversations … and, Yes, I understand the dialect of the visceral cavity. The language is quite simple really … feed me, and I must release energy, and other vile things we won’t mention — NOW.
Oh … my body … my betrayer … get in line and do what I WANT … NOW! Stop being a weenie!
See … I can make demands too!
Mike sez I have to take the good with the bad on this one, and the tummy rumbles are only annoying at the worst, and somtime great amusment for my youngest son … even my youngest daughter thought that it was funny. There is a LOT more good than bad … 1/2 a pound from 40 pound loss is GREAT!
Well … now, I gotta run …. and grab a shake and broth … Later …S