Hello, Pootie-Pies one and all.
So sorry for being kind of AWOL for two days. I'm overwhelmed by all of the very kind inquiries as to the state of my health. I'm also very sad to have missed the Psychic Sunday challenge that our Hag introduced. Even if I'd known about it I'd have had to roll over in bed and groan at having moved.
My arms were sore. Tell me, O Queens of Fitness Theory, how do arms get sore from playing SOCCER?! God only knows. Everything else hurt as well, may I add, though Wildfire's timely suggestion of a bath with salts helped more than I can say. Thank you, O Burning One. I marched to work with my customary vigor and speed - well, it feels to me like speed, though everyone still seems to pass me. Pooey.
Kaylets, dang, girl! Sounds like you got the mother-and-father of all colds! I'm so sorry. Sending you loving-mother-to-lay-a-cool-hand-on-your-forehead-and-bring-you-veggie-noodle-soup vibes.
I hope you're not miserable for too long. You're so very courageous for taking up swimming. Golly gee, it's hard enough to get in motion at all, let alone with the Fear obstacle in your way. You're my inspiration.
Anagram, is that YOUR 50th anniversary? Wow!!! Congratulations if I read that right!
50 years was sounding like a looong time to be married to Ramon last night, but we were fighting, so...
Everything's OK now.
What a drag that your comfy, well-lit pool has been taken away. It's so hard to keep the momentum of fitness-efforts going, especially when a stable bit is removed from your arsenal of fitness weapons. Easy on the knees, my dear. As if you'd forget.
Amarantha, I still feel good every time I see your posts. Thank you so much for staying - I know you did it for our benefit and I'm grateful.
It feels to me like a lot of us are indeed breaking free of molds and limitations and are breaking new ground in our journeys towards health, body and soul. People have started to comment on how Ramon and I are doing things we've never done before, braving things that would have stopped us in the past. I feel like my obsession with my comfort zone is wearing off a bit, and I'm glad to know that I can do for myself even if I'm deadly scared of embarrassment.
Still, though, there are times in our life when we forge ahead and times when we...can't. That's when comfort zones keep us functional and alive, even if we can't do much more. I needed a jolt lately, but come wintertime I'll feel like I've done well just to follow my routines and get through the season. To all of us, forging ahead and plodding along - forward! Slow or fast, doesn't matter worth a damn.
Ceara, I hope you're sleeping right now...you sounded exhausted the last couple of days. Take some time if you can to ask yourself what exactly you need and do it for you, and for us. We need you!
Cast off your slivey troubles and sleeeeeep. Sleeeeep.
Oh, poor Frogger.
Car troubles are a horror that no one can fathom until it happens to them. We forget how it throws our routines and money matters into total chaos. I won't wish you a clear head because it's obvious you've got one and you're using it. Maybe I'll send your birthday-money relatives a vibe...
I remember those ladies at work. Smug people who don't seem to care about much of anything, really. They were the ones who would smile indulgently at my happy stories of a new marriage and then tell me about how it would all unravel in the future like theirs did. Poopey on them, darling. We love you and value what you value and feel TERRIBLE about your car. Keep your chin up, dearest.
Yo-yo, lovely pubs. You've got a lot more willpower than me. Fortunately I don't live in Eugene, OR anymore, where there was a brewery on every corner (closest I can think to UK pubs). Ah, though, how I miss the Blonde Wheat at McMenamin's...
Ladies, do check out Yo-yo's picture at the UK thread. You're lovely, darling! Such a beautiful smile. Is that handsome man your hubby?
Hey, Dollar, how's DD? I feel for her, especially this month. Keep telling us how she's doing, OK? I'm anxious to hear...and yeah, your golfing sounds like a durn good walk to me. Yikes. 21 holes would have me curling up in the nearest sand trap for a nappies.
Eydie, Pilates? No wonder you look so lovely in your pictures! I've just heard from a friend here at Children's Hospital that Pilates can correct - but not reverse, sadly - and stop the progression of scoliosis in teenage girls. He was so happy to talk about how "his" girls could walk straighter and wear their braces for shorter periods of time...thank God for Pilates. You count calories? I'm teetering on the edge of doing it, just to get some control over my portion control and choices...I've avoided it because it seems like an unsustainable change to me, but I need walls, man, fences! Control! Whattaya think?
Wood Nymph, no one cares if you post about yourself! You're so good to keep us updated about YOU! Please don't trouble yourself about it...and thank you for staying around though your life sounds...difficult at the moment. Sending you strength.
Zadie, soccer's SO worth it - I have to get access to a treadmill, though, so this pain won't be wasted because I'm not running during the week...still trying to get a gym membership.
Love to you all - you're all my inspiration. I'd NEVER have done soccer without you. Never. And I think (I hope, I hope
) that soccer's the thing that might turn me around for good. Think for a minute - how many lives do you think might have been materially improved, even saved, by this and other threads on 3FC? Mine has. Thank you for being here with me! Thank you to ME for coming...
I'd like to thank the Academy for this honor, give a shout out to my girls at 3FC - couldn't have done it without you...and to my wonderful family...wait, no...wrong daydream.