Begone, Gremlin!

Day Two

Another Gremlin vanquished.

Yoga today.

I got a new Leslie Sansone video through Netflix and I was excited to try it out, but alas, the disk was broken. So I'll have to wait a few days for that one. I have my Netflix queue the old-fashioned way, mainly DVD's in the mail. I set it up so every five or so I get a new fitness video, or about once a month. It's fun to try new ones, and if I like them, I can buy them.

Just for Today

Just for today, I chased away the gremlins and walked a mile. 

One day at a time.

Three weeks till my birthday!

Still undecided if I'm turning 40 or 50!

Leaning strongly toward 40.

Curtains vs. Fitness

I've gained back all the weight and feel like crud.  That's a word my husband hates me to use. But it fits.

This week I was sewing curtains, which I will feature on my other blog once I get them finished. And this nasty little opposition thought occurred to me:

 (It's just not fair. When I make curtains,I can spend a few days on them and they are done, and I put them up and they'll last for a few years.  But fitness, I have to do that every day or lose it within weeks.  Let a few weeks go by because I am sick or tired or just moved or started a new job--or all of the above hit at once--which is what really happened--and I have to start over.)

I gotta get my oomph back. It's only about 3 weeks until my birthday. Ouch.  Maybe I should join Curves after all.  I guess fitness bills are better than medical bills. Did I mention that my blood pressure was back up to 152/84?  No wonder I'm getting headaches!  The doctor said I have a heart murmur but I never did before so I think her ears were deceiving her.

Have a great December!

Clothes

Ooh, I know this isn't fitness, but I found a store with a variety of really cute plus size clothes. I've got to go back some time when I am not in the company of a bored 22-year-old male.  Or even a bored 52-year-old male.

This place is called Cato. I looked at the website, and I wasn't too impressed, but the clothes in the store were awesome.  I also got some nice tops on sale at Kohl's recently.  I do like that jacket, if it comes in more flattering colors than hot pink.

 Now I just need some good walking shoes, or to find a store that carries the style of Reeboks I like. I have very high arches, narrow feet, and long feet. Fun to find the right fit. I've worn Reebok Princess for a long time but they let my ankles turn inward a bit too much.

Wardrobe Changes

With my lack of activity I've been pushing the outer limits of my clothes again...and recommitting to getting in shape again.

Meanwhile, I have also started a new job, where the appropriate dress is business--skirts, slacks and nice blouses, or suits. I'm more a casual jeans/capris kind of gal, so this means I need new clothes.  New temporary clothes.

As an inexpensive solution I went to Goodwill, where I invested 3 hours and about $38 and ended up with a nice black skirt, a black velvet split skirt, 3 pairs of slacks, 1 shirt, 2 sweaters, 1 short dressy jacket (brand new), and a pair of gently used, very cute black snow boots.  As cute as snow boots can get anyway.

That's just the clothes. I also gold-colored chain necklace, a vinyl record, a brand new ornament for a party gift, and a darling pitcher shaped like a snowman, (just for fun.)

At our Goodwill most of the prices end with $0.38, so it's fitting that I spent about $38.  Several of the clothing items were actually half price--$1.69 for the skirt.  Can't beat that.

The most expensive item?  The snowman pitcher--which was also the impulse buy. Naturally.

Goodwill is having a donations photo contest.  Check it out, make a donation, and help people like me! It helps people who need job training and a hand up in life as well.

The Process of Maturing

"The process of maturing is an art to be learned, an effort to be sustained. By the age of fifty you have made yourself what you are, and if it is good, it is better than your youth." --Marya Mannes

This was the thought for today in my journal ideas pile.

My response: By fifty--and I'm nearly there--I am what I am at 50, but it doesn't mean it's what I will always be. God doesn't slap a magic age limit on change.

The picture is an album cover I created in a Facebook app some time ago.