Movin' My Lazy Butt

Saturday I did something that I sadly have not done in quite a while. I put on some tennis shoes and some spandex and got my lazy butt moving. Nothing big. I just tagged along with Mj to the rec center for basketball and used the time to get in a little bit of exercise for myself. I strapped on my i pod and started walking. Let's just say I really needed it too! Friday date night was a Comedy Club/dinner date where I devoured some cheese sticks and a giant greasy [delicious] Chicken Casadilla, DESSERT and had no problem meeting my 2 drink minimum requirement.

My neighborhood is a little suspect so I am not very comfortable walking around there lest I run into the barefoot, basket pushing mentally ill folks talking to themselves that I normally only see at a safe distance from my car. I don't have room for exercise videos in the house and I can't seem to drag my butt to the gym at 6:00pm after getting off work. It was much more doable when I got off at 3:30pm. Making matters worse, they shut down the old Active Club when they built the new Sport Club and I have not upgraded to Sport level. No excuses! I am truly to blame for being so lazy and not figuring out a way to fit in exercise.

After about 1 hour of brisk walking I found a corner to do some stretching and could feel that I have lost a lot of my flexibility over the years. I used to be a regular gumby and now I have to struggle a little bit to get my nose to my knees. There was a ramp railing and I put my leg up and did some stretching and plies that reminded me of my old ballet classes. Which I dearly miss. I could just feel my body aching to dance and leap and arch gracefully. It's the gymnast in me. I miss movement. I miss pointing my toes and extending my fingers just so. I miss standing on my hands in a perfect split and coming down in a lunge and the feeling of exertion it takes to control the movements of my body and push it further and further. Granted, I know I will never be able to do what I used to but I can't think of much better exercise then standing on my hands even if it's just cartwheels and back walk overs. Yoga and Pilate's is a great way to maintain and I haven't been since August when I went along with my mom. You know you are out of shape when you are sore and doing the stick up your butt walk just from walking and heavy stretching.

My old gymnastics days along with diet is what's kept me in shape to this day. Appearance wise anyways. Despite my lack of working out the abs and the little biceps don't seem to go away no matter how much I neglect them. I am so grateful for the foundation of fitness it has left me with but it has also made me complacent. Just because I don't need to loose weight [of course this is debatable] doesn't mean that I don't need to work out. My endurance is down and my flexibility is lacking. My heart and body needs a work out to stay healthy.

I'm not into making promises I may not be able to keep but I am going to see what I can do about getting myself active again. The last time I had a work out routine and was going to the gym regularly was in 2008!!! It's been far too long and even if my mind is lazy enough to keep me away from the gym it's obvious that my body still craves it.

In Ten Years.....

And now for the hard part. Where do I want to be in 10 years? It's kind of ironic that I of all people would receive an award with this as a topic because I seriously have no clue. I have always been sort of aimless and confused when it comes to my future. This has always bothered me and yet I still have not managed to figure out a way to change it.

The only thing I know for sure is that I want to be happy and loving life. Whatever keeps the happiness coming is what I want for the future. When you have gone through years and years of your life without that you really realize just how precious and priceless it is. I also want for Mj and I to be celebrating our 12Th anniversary together and still be as happy and in love as we are right now. Yes, those are obvious answers but when it comes to concrete future predictions....I got nothin'.

I still haven't decided if I want children. I could say that I would like to have a career, which I do, but without any ideas or direction on my part that is not likely to happen. Careers may appear out of thin air for some but thus far I have not found that to be the case for me. It would be a dream come true to be a published author because I love writing so much. Aside from modeling that is the only other thing I have ever really wanted to do.

I have to admit that I really hate my answer. It is formless and without direction. How can I not know this at my age? I am a self proclaimed planner but apparently only when it comes to short term projects. The only thing I seem to know for sure is that I don't know. I am slowly learning acceptance of this purely out of necessity so that I don't drive myself mad with frustration.

"Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)...The future's not ours to see Que Sera, Sera"

Or something like that!!

My First Blog Award

Olivea over at The Sweet Life has so kindly given me my first blog award EVER. Thank You!!! I am absolutely honored. I do this blog because I love to write. I have been keeping journals since the age of 10 long before the Internet digital age! It's just something I need to do. The fact that anyone at all reads it or derives some sort of enjoyment out of it is such a bonus. This little blog community has been so fun to be a part of.

Blog award Rules:
1. Post where you want to be in 10 years
2. Pass it on to 10 of your BF (blog friends)

Each of the following bloggers offers a unique perspective on all kinds of things. It's been fun and interesting to take a peak inside the lives of so many and I enjoy reading each and every one of them.

A Practical Wedding, The Happy Nappy Bride,

Brown Girl Blogs, Blonde Ambition,

Adventures in Wanting, Bronzed Beauty

Healthy Hot Housewife, Language Is Wine Upon The Lips,

Gorgeously Stupid, Hoppin' The Broom

Part II of my blog award post to be continued.....

Call Of The Jammies

I have such a difficult time breaking myself out of my work week ritual of home, shower, eat, TV, random internet surfing, bed and usually in that order. I do want to go out for Tapas with Mj to celebrate his friends B day but I also want to go home and jump into my pajamas. When I make plans with friends to do anything after work it has to be at 5:30pm so I can go straight there and then get on home so I am not out too late. Logistically, that's best too because I work towards the center of town and live about 14 miles east. I'm not about to zig zag back back and forth across town or be stuck waiting with nowhere to go. Besides, most happy hours end by 7pm. If we can't coordinate our schedules for 6:00pm at the latest and/or meet at a mid point it just 'aint happening. Once I walk through the front door after a long day of work the call of jammies and relaxation is usually just too strong for me to resist.

Tonight we are meeting up at 7pm. Instead of running through all of those excuses like "I'm tired, it's a work night and I have to be at work an hour early tomorrow" I am going to step out of my stainless steel comfort zone and go. There is really no good reason not to. It's Spring so we have an extra hour of daylight and it's a nice 70 degrees out. It'll be fun, I can finally find out what the heck Tapas are and I really need to stop acting like I'm 70 years old.